I got two answers for this.
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When I was in grade school, the teachers would get mad and fuss at me for reading books during recess time. Because I wasn't playing with the other kids. But those kids told me they didn't like me and they didn't wanna play with me because they thought I was too weird. So why should I want to or have to play with the other kids if they didn't wanna play with me? Also I was sitting on the steps reading my Junie B. Jones book or Babysitters Club book or Judy Moody book and eating my cookies, minding my business, how was that bothering you any?
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In my sophomore year of high school I took a Ceramics/Sculpting art class, and it was the last day of school before fall holiday break. And rhe project we were currently working on was making tumbler cups that can be used to hold desk supplies like pencils, markers, pens, highlighters, etc. I guess i didn't wrap my project up as well ad i thought the day before because half the clay of my project was dried up before I was finished. I asked the teacher what I should do, she said that I could ask the girl at the table in front of mine for some clay, because she was prepping a new bag of clay. So when I went to ask the girl, she said "Of course, but can you give me about 10 minutes?" And I said "okay, I can wait". Whilst I was waiting, I pulled out my school laptop, checked to see if I had any new important emails and made sure I turned in all my finished assignments into Google Classroom so my teachers could grade them during break. 15 or so minutes later, I asked the girl again if I could get some clay now. But I just asked her from my table since hers was not far from mine. The teacher called me to her desk and said to me "We do not yell across the classroom! You can prep your own clay." I didn't even yell, I thought to myself. The girl was literally less than ten feet in front of me. But out loud, I responded "That's fine, but can I at least get an apron or smock first please? I don't wanna get my clothes dirty". And for some unbeknownst reason that made my teacher even more angry with me. "You have been very disrespectful all day today! Pack up your bags, I'm calling your vice principal". And I was sentenced to all day in school suspension.
But what about you? What's the silliest or dumbest reason you got in trouble for in school?
When I was in NYC schools, I used to play with rubber bands, and I'd fold paper into tiny "bullets" and I'd "slingshot" them at things for fun... I mean, I was like probably 9 years old and smartphones weren't even a thing yet and I had no DS like some rich kids in my class did (early 2010s for context). So, anyways, I was messing with ciphers with another kid, and we were in the same grade and same class in the afterschool program we went to, so we'd kinda pass notes to each other using the cipher, by slingshotting the piece of paper.
So I was nearsighted. I can't aim properly. I was trying to aim like at that kid's desk, I accidentally hit the staff/teacher/volunteer (idk what he even count as, don't think they are officially licensed teachers, it's some non-profit program and there were a bunch of volunteers, probably doing it as community service hours for college or something)... dude got mad at me and I got in trouble, and because I was in a foreign country, I felt very vulnerable, I felt scared, and I just cried...
The other time was like in a different afterschool program. I think it was like 3rd grade, and they played some holiday music around december, I remeber it feeling very like Christmas... but anyways, idk what happened, I think the music just triggered my sensory issues or something (I have no diagnoses of anything btw), so I just felt this sudden urge... so I went up to the smartboard thing and turned down the volume. The white lady teacher got so pissed at me, she marked my behavior chard to red (I think I remember she was also my homeroom teacher, so she had control over the behavior chart thing), red is the worst, yellow is a warning, green is good behavior.
It wasn't even official class time, it was afterschool. Why does behavior outside school hours even count?
So I couldn't go on school trips until I "behaved" again.
Like...
I just cried...
Yes I cried very often...
I was a scared little kid in a foreign country and had no idea wtf is going on.
I remember being excluded from a lot of trips, and have no clue wtf was happening around me.
Like... seriously I didn't even damage anything... the music was just hurting my ears... my sanity...
Why yell at a 9 year old child that doesn't even speak much English?
Fucking karen.
So I kinda just feel very intimidated by teachers from that moment on.
I think I vaguely remember a few dreams in my late teens, like way after my family left NYC, where I remember, in the dream, being trapped in an elementary school classroom, from where I was waking up so anxious...