Played Rock Paper Scissors with a kid and got in trouble because the teacher thought I was punching him. Don’t ask how, that teacher was the worst I’ve ever had.

School project for an 8 year old kid: make light bulb work with a D-Battery and wires. At home: make a light bulb work with a cut wire and plugging it into a wall socket. I almost killed myself.

>be me >eighth grade >there's this trans kid who I don't get along with >I'm walking with my friends down the foreign language hall, as I do. >the kid shows up with "his" "gang..." or whatever they called it as 12 year olds >well apparently they did call it a gang because they're in the middle of the hallway yelling "[b]GANG GANG GANG GANG GANG[/b]." >not a single one of the half dozen teachers in this hallway notice this. I'm getting a little sidetracked >some kid, some fuc[b]k[/b]ing kid yells something obscene about trans people that I'm not risking getting ninja'd for. >by some amalgamation of bad luck and forced association, the teachers manage to hear this, [i]and[/i] think it was me >sh[b]i[/b]t.jpg Mfw grounded all summer Mfw 2 days detention to ruin my perfect middle school record Mfw the friends I was walking with didn't do shit to defend me Mfw I still don't know who actually did it

I wouldn't say I was screwed over but I almost was. P.s this is a long one. [spoiler]It happened back when I was in comprehensive school (I think it would be middle school for you Americans) I dont know why but whenever we got the chance in pe we would try having boys vs girls games of football or rounders. These usually ended with the boys winning. In one of the last pe lessons at school we were playing dodge ball and the teachers asked us if we wanted to have a huge game of dodge ball on the basketball court by having it be one class vs another class. We lost that match however for the last match we decided to have one last boys vs girls games. Two of the girls seemed to have an unessecery hatred towards me. One seemed to be the inbred offspring of Jaba the hut and a whale who I'll just call Jaba and the other one was very hot and I used to have a crush on her until she turned out to be a right b#tch. I'll call her Diva. They both seemed to have the temper of Gordon Ramsey after watching someone piss in his cheerios. Before the final game they kept taunting me saying they were going to crush my team. The game started and it quickly devolved into chaos as people made a mad dash for the balls. Once we had organised the boys were doing pretty well. We had taken out I think maybe a quarter of the girls team when to balance the match out a pe teacher joined the match and he was very good and thanks to his help the girls managed to take the lead for a while. We were down to our last few players when someone took out the teacher and the scores were around 5 boys vs 15 girls. We managed to get the scores to a 2 v 2 when my team mate was taken out so it was me vs Diva and Jaba. All the balls were on their side and all I could do was run. All the spectators were yelling encouragement at their teams and Jaba seemed to be feeling cocky as she said "catch this!" And threw a ball. I managed to catch it and Jaba humiliated stormed off to the side. In a panic I threw the ball in caught at Diva and I fell on the floor. I expected a ball to be thrown in return however it never came. The ball I threw apparently hit Diva right in the face and she fell on the floor and got a nose bleed. She layer on the floor and as I got up I asked if I won. The teachers probably wanting to check if Diva is ok said I won. The boys cheered however Diva got up with a mad look on her face began yelling "WHAT DO THE F#CK WAS THAT FOR YOU D#CK." in my face. Soon the rest of her possy got involved with the screaming. The teachers separated us and checked Diva whilst I joined my team in celebration. The next day I was called to the principles office where Diva and her parents were. Apparently Diva says I "assaulted her" haha b#tch please. I explained what happened had some friends and teachers back me up and I got off scot free.[/spoiler]

2nd grade we had an abusive teacher and not like she was strict with us but she actually hit, kicked, punched, and tipped over kids desks while they where in them. What do we do to deserve this? Made any kind of noise, got a question wrong, called her out on her shit, etc. another thing she did if we got a question wrong would be scream in our faces and make us sit in the hall for the rest of the school day I got this punishment a lot and by the time the school year was half over the whole class was to terrified of her to say a thing still we thought surely the school knew and it would end soon. Well the school didn’t do anything for awhile because anytime it was brought up the teacher would make some excuse so the school would take her side. Something was finally done when I left the hall after being sent there and hid in the lost and found bin in fear the school janitor found me bawling inside. Well someone must have called CPS after that because this woman would keep coming by until she finally caught the teacher in the act of hitting one of the students which happened to be me. The next day while in class about the parents come storming into the room tearing the teacher a new one and my grandfather (my mom and grandma where busy yelling at the teacher.) tells me to get in his truck and that I was never coming back to this class room. Needless to say I bolted out and the parents came and took their kids home. So basically there was an abusive teacher and the school didn’t do shit about it until damn near the end of the year. I had to repeat the second grade. However there is a happy ending to this part of my life my next teacher didn’t quite understand why I was terrified of him. He was my first male teacher, really frickin tall, and after what I had just gone through it makes sense. When he found out what had happened he bent over backwards to make sure I learned that not all teachers would do that. I probably would have never trusted another teacher again if it wasn’t for him.

Ive always been tall, when i was 15 i was pushing 6'1, one day at school i was sitting at my desk with my legs out straight so my feet were out past my desk, a girl from my class walked past and tripped over my feet and smashed her face into the desk next to mine and broke her nose, she thought i did it on purpose and started screaming at me and hitting me, the teacher sent me to the principals office and i got suspended and got given a lengthy lecture about how violence against women is bad and that i should be ashamed of myself. Since she broke her nose my parents got called in along with hers and we spoke to the principal, her parents wanted me expelled but we came to the agreement that my parents had to pay the hospital bills. Throughout all of this i had repeatedly tried to explain that i was just sitting there and she tripped over me coz she wasnt looking where she was walking and got in even more trouble coz they kept saying i was a liar.

This was in ninth grade but I still want to share it. I once started sending a phone virus to all of my classmates that had iPhone. I didn't do it alone, but I sent it to some stupid girl and it had an effect worse than it was supposed to, so she started crying and asked for a meeting with the director. The director wasn't at the school that day and some friends convinced her to give them her phone to fix it (she didn't want my help even though I knew how to fix the phone) so I was saved. But because I didn't get punished, it was fu[b][/b]cking worth it.

This probably isn't the dumbest or even the worst thing that happened to me, but it's the first thing that came to mind, so. A little bit of context; my brother has quite a few disabilities, including a learning disability which basically means he has the mind of a child. He's kind of like your typical five or six year old. Around three or four years ago, my brother, my mum, and I were out buying groceries. I would've been 15 or 16, and my brother would've been 17 or 18. My mum was waiting in line to pay for the stuff we were buying, so my job was to keep an eye on my brother. For whatever reason, he really didn't want to be there and was having a bit of a tantrum. We were waiting by one of the entrances/exits, and out of nowhere he grabs like a pack of Cadburys swiss rolls or something out of those baskets they have by the tills and he starts marching towards the exit whilst aggressively humming the tune to Justin Fletcher's "Let's All Do The Conga." I immediately go to stop him but then this staff member (I think he might have been the store manager actually) comes up to us and starts shouting at us like "What the Hell are you doing?" I think he thought that me and my brother were trying to steal that pack of swiss rolls because he starts shouting stuff like "get out of my shop!" and the like. So I'm trying to explain to this guy that my brother is disabled and he wasn't actually trying to steal anything but he won't let me get a word in edgeways because he's too busy shouting at me. I gesture towards my brother whilst trying to explain the situation so he starts shouting at him instead which, as you can imagine, didn't go down well. So basically I'm panicking because some adult I don't even know is shouting in my face, I still have to keep an eye on my brother to make sure he doesn't wander off or try and grab the guy or something, and then on top of that there's the embarrassment from knowing that you're causing a scene in public. It made for a pretty traumatic experience. Eventually my mum stepped in and explained the situation, and the guy left us alone.

Thinking when people are laughing it’s because I said something funny.Then I realized they were laughing at me.

I was in first grade, just walked up to a random kid...and then he kicked me in the balls...there was no reason, I didn't say anything or do anything...didn't even know him very well...just walked up to him and next thing I know I was on the ground experiencing a pain beyond pain...

Having conservative viewpoints in High School, lost a friend