BGP QOTD: What's the dumbest thing you got in trouble for in school?

[Colonels_Wear_Blue]

[theguru]

I was an aide for my computer teacher and we had fun with each other and I "hacked" a simple banner program he used sometimes for official business and when one of his superiors needed to have something printed out he got a funny message that embarrassed him.  He pulled me out of another class to "solve the issue" and he was smokin' mad at me.  We did quickly make up. 🙂

[Colonels_Wear_Blue]

For me...there was the time in the 4th grade when my homeroom teacher made me write a letter of apology to the head lunchlady for showing some of the kids in the lunch line that I could, in fact, burp on command. Then there was the time during my year at Covington Latin School where I picked up one of the prep-year students and threw him into a garbage can in the basement where all of our lockers were, and then shoved the garbage can under a ping-pong table.

[theguru]

1 minute ago, Colonels_Wear_Blue said:

For me...there was the time in the 4th grade when my homeroom teacher made me write a letter of apology to the head lunchlady for showing some of the kids in the lunch line that I could, in fact, burp on command. Then there was the time during my year at Covington Latin School where I picked up one of the prep-year students and threw him into a garbage can in the basement where all of our lockers were, and then shoved the garbage can under a ping-pong table.

Why did you put him in the garbage?

[Colonels_Wear_Blue]

4 minutes ago, theguru said:

Why did you put him in the garbage?

Honestly...he kind of had it coming. His family had moved to Cincy from Latvia or something like that - his dad had some kind of hot-shot job, so they were absolutely loaded. He was a soccer phenom, at least by Latin School standards, which is saying something in and of itself. He was playing varsity soccer as a prep year. Given the fact that CLS kids usually skipped one or two years of grade school to become freshmen, and prep year was for kids starting earlier than that...that would have put him at the age of a normal 6th or 7th grader. If memory serves, he made some jerk-hole comment towards me, so I just picked him up and walked him over to the nearest garbage can.

[theguru]

2 minutes ago, Colonels_Wear_Blue said:

Honestly...he kind of had it coming. His family had moved to Cincy from Latvia or something like that - his dad had some kind of hot-shot job, so they were absolutely loaded. He was a soccer phenom, at least by Latin School standards, which is saying something in and of itself. He was playing varsity soccer as a prep year. Given the fact that CLS kids usually skipped one or two years of grade school to become freshmen, and prep year was for kids starting earlier than that...that would have put him at the age of a normal 6th or 7th grader. If memory serves, he made some jerk-hole comment towards me, so I just picked him up and walked him over to the nearest garbage can.

[The Raven]

Flicking a paper triangle football in class.   The padre made me write 500 words on jet propulsion as a punishment.

[brown4]

I was wrote up in HS my freshman year for talking during class.  It was one of those situations where the teacher had enough of the talking and said the next person who talks will be wrote up and he would write their name on the board.  So I laid my head down.  About 5 minutes later 2 people next to me were talking.  The teacher proceeds to write my name down on to the board.  The 2 people that were talking had a good laugh about that and thought it was a joke.  The teacher was dead serious.  The 2 talkers explained to him that my head was down on the table and that it wasn't me that was talking.  He didn't believe them.  Man I was furious, but nothing ever came of it.

To make it even more aggravating, the guy had been my 8th grade basketball coach the year before.

Last I had heard, that teacher was arrested at Newport I believe for cutting girls hair and some other inappropriate things. Even as a 13-14 year old, I could tell something was off about him.

[TheDeuce]

I didn't get in trouble in school. 

[nkypete]

Let me set the scene.  

Fall 1974.  Freshman Typing class at Moeller High School.  Teacher was Gerry Faust (yes, him, also the famous head football coach who won several National Championships and Ohio state championships and went on to coach at the University of Notre Dame).  Faust knew very little about typing so he usually had a cassette recording playing for the students so that he could be out of the room (talking on the phone probably to Woody Hayes or Joe Paterno about a player or two).  The school had just received brand new IBM Selectric typewriters.  We quickly figured out that you could put a spitball on the middle hammers inside the typewriter, hit the "H" key and send the spitball from the back row of the classroom and hit the blackboard in the front of the room.  I was in the back row and we were having a blast, launching missile after missile, while the typing recording was going on.

I was in the process of reloading with my head down when Faust came back into the room.  Everyone else had stopped.  I let one more go, barely missing his head by about a foot as the spitball hit behind him.  Faust didn't say a word.  He motioned for me to meet him in the middle of the room.  I slowly walked up with head down.  Our eyes met.  Without changing his expression, he took his right fist and planted it in the middle of my chest.  I couldn't breathe.  He turned and back to the front of the room.  I stumbled back to my desk.  Lesson learned.  Count that as one thing that a teacher could do in 1974 that he or she could not do in 2021.

[gchs_uk9]

17 hours ago, Colonels_Wear_Blue said:

Honestly...he kind of had it coming. His family had moved to Cincy from Latvia or something like that - his dad had some kind of hot-shot job, so they were absolutely loaded. He was a soccer phenom, at least by Latin School standards, which is saying something in and of itself. He was playing varsity soccer as a prep year. Given the fact that CLS kids usually skipped one or two years of grade school to become freshmen, and prep year was for kids starting earlier than that...that would have put him at the age of a normal 6th or 7th grader. If memory serves, he made some jerk-hole comment towards me, so I just picked him up and walked him over to the nearest garbage can.

Looks like the Cold War was still being fought on the banks of the Ohio long after the fall of the Berlin Wall!

[DragonFire]

I don't remember what grade I was in, but sometime in elementary school I got banned from being on the bus for a week (Oh no, banned from something I hate, whatever will I do?).  Story was that I was upset at the bus driver for something, and after I got off the bus, she claimed that I called her an expletive.  When they told me this, they would not tell me what it is that I was supposed to have said (I inferred later on that it was a female dog).  But what always stuck with me is that the claim was that I had said this in my yard after getting off the bus.  I didn't claim that - they did.  So I was off of school grounds, out of school property, and on my own private property.  I really don't see how they had any authority over me at that point, but I hated the bus, so a forced absence from it didn't really phase me.

May not fit the category of "dumb" in the way some of these others do, but I always thought it was super dumb. 

[theguru]

3 hours ago, nkypete said:

Let me set the scene.  

Fall 1974.  Freshman Typing class at Moeller High School.  Teacher was Gerry Faust (yes, him, also the famous head football coach who won several National Championships and Ohio state championships and went on to coach at the University of Notre Dame).  Faust knew very little about typing so he usually had a cassette recording playing for the students so that he could be out of the room (talking on the phone probably to Woody Hayes or Joe Paterno about a player or two).  The school had just received brand new IBM Selectric typewriters.  We quickly figured out that you could put a spitball on the middle hammers inside the typewriter, hit the "H" key and send the spitball from the back row of the classroom and hit the blackboard in the front of the room.  I was in the back row and we were having a blast, launching missile after missile, while the typing recording was going on.

I was in the process of reloading with my head down when Faust came back into the room.  Everyone else had stopped.  I let one more go, barely missing his head by about a foot as the spitball hit behind him.  Faust didn't say a word.  He motioned for me to meet him in the middle of the room.  I slowly walked up with head down.  Our eyes met.  Without changing his expression, he took his right fist and planted it in the middle of my chest.  I couldn't breathe.  He turned and back to the front of the room.  I stumbled back to my desk.  Lesson learned.  Count that as one thing that a teacher could do in 1974 that he or she could not do in 2021.

Did your parents find out?

[nkypete]

1 minute ago, theguru said:

Did your parents find out?

Oh yes, in those days parents sided with teachers.  I got punished twice.

Also, almost every male teacher had a paddle to administer swats.  Some were custom built with aerodynamic futures to made sure the corporal punishment message was received effectively.😱

[theguru]

Just now, nkypete said:

Oh yes, in those days parents sided with teachers.  I got punished twice.

Also, almost every male teacher had a paddle to administer swats.  Some were custom built with aerodynamic futures to made sure the corporal punishment message was received effectively.😱

Gotcha and I have had the paddle taken to me too, it gets you straightened up and flying right for sure!