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Sent to the Principal's Office: How Many Times & Why? (2 Viewers)
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Wow....my FIL went to Catholic schools in Detroit and has some real horror stories of his own. I don't know how anybody can believe in religion when the practitioners are so abusive.Da Guru said:
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i had a gilt-edge ruler scar on the back of me neck for years. no stitches, but took a butterfly bandage to close. honest -
ETA: and i took the heat for requiring that level of discipline
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- 4th grade, a girl and I used curse words in Mad Libs that was discovered by the teacher. - Principal's office
- 7th grade, there was a girl that had a cold sore, so my friends and I naturally called her herpes lip. - Principal's office
- 11th grade, I pushed my friend into the science lab chem shower and flooded the room. - Principal's office
- 12th grade, I was disrupting drafting class and the teacher told me to go stand in the hall. I turned to him and calmly said. "No, you go stand in the hall". - Principal's office
- There may have been another trip somewhere during that time line but I can't remember at the moment.
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General Malaise
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What school? I could tell a thousand stories.
In HS there was a priest who was an ex-boxer and taught Physics, if you had a problem with another kid he had Everlast boxing gloves in his desk and would bring them out and the 2 kids would box it out. We would move all the desks to form a ring and people would be screaming like fight club.
Another priest who I swear was a sadist kept a chart of everyone who was in his classes. Every time you misbehaved or got caught doing anything bad you got a check by your name. When you hit 5 you got beat with a metal ruler on the palm of your hand 5 times, if you moved your hand it started over. You had to close your eyes and take it, if your eyes were open instinct tells you to move your hand. I got beat with it once and it hurt like hell, but being the palm of your hand it did not bruise.
One time the priest was out of the room and we went in his desk and put 4 checks by a kids name who never did anything wrong. When he finally did get a check we were all screaming like a lynch mob. That's 5..thats 5..ruler..ruler!!"" The kid was arguing to no avail and had to take the ruler beating.
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Ditkaless Wonders
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I went to catholic school for three days. I had a lot of questions. It took the nuns three days of failed discipline intended to achieve compliance but which only generated more questions before they called my parents in and suggested I might be happier in public school. My older brother was jealous. It took him a whole 'nother year to get booted and sent to public school. I had a lot of questions.
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Jaysus
Good times!
so this thread reminded me of an incident in 6th grade that I was sent to the principal's office for... I was probably a little to into Motley Crue at the the time and when the desk I sat at for Social Studies was hit up with Motley Crue graffiti it apparently seemed like a slam dunk case. I was sent to the principals office and no matter how much I protested that it was not me, I got punished for it. I had a hunch though, and I asked if Mark M. sat there in any other classes and the principal did tell me he had homeroom at that desk. I told the principal it was probably him but he did not care. Umm-hmmph. Anyway, I got detention, I got forced to clean the desk, and sure as #### it did not take long for Mark M. to admit it was him.
I was not going to even bother sharing this until I got another hunch and googled Mark M. Turns out dude is now a registered kidtoucher who lost his job and his family for forcing himself on a girl on his daughter's track team... that he was coaching at the time. Suck it Mark M.
I was not going to even bother sharing this until I got another hunch and googled Mark M. Turns out dude is now a registered kidtoucher who lost his job and his family for forcing himself on a girl on his daughter's track team... that he was coaching at the time. Suck it Mark M.
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Fourth grade art class. We were told to draw a classmate, Kathy Mc**********. Kathy was developing early. Tom ********** and I each depicted her as she was, or at least as we saw her, including her breast buds. We got sent to the principal. My Dad had to come down, my mom too. They asked if Kathy was portrayed inaccurately. The Principal and the Art teacher admitted she was not. My parents asked why then they had been called into school. I was pleasantly surprised by the backing. When I got home they asked if I knew this would cause a kerfuffle. I admitted that I knew it might. Then support turned to punishment. I remember some long lecture too about judgment and what it meant. Not sure I still appreciate the full parameters of that lecture.
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5 times. Deserved 2.
1. Group of us stole a Bob's Big Boy statue, made it the centerpiece of a senior party, and when finished put it on the roof of the science building. Stealing a statue/figure like this was a long-running prank at our high school and would inevitably make the local news with the business graciously acknowledging it was a prank and no harm done. Would have gotten away with it but they called us in individually and bluffed to each of us that someone had already admitted we did it. One guy cracked and ratted us all out.
2. Our sand volleyball courts would fill with water every time it rained. Suspended for stocking them with goldfish.
3. Suspended under zero tolerance policy for bringing a toy gun to school. I have 4 older brothers and we had a bunch of these star trek disc guns that we would shoot each other with. One of my friends brought one to school and was shooting it in french class when the teacher wasn't looking. When my parents were called into the office because I "brought a gun to school" my mom called the vice principal an idiot, said you couldn't hurt anyone with those things, picked it off his desk and shot him with it a bunch of times. Probably the coolest thing my mom ever did.
4. Vandalizing my own locker. For some reason, there was a rumor that I sold weed. Someone thought maybe I kept it in my locker and bent the #### out of it trying to get it open. When I reported my damaged locker, they blamed me for doing it myself. Never understood that one.
5. Walking my bike in a hallway. Also never understood that one. You couldn't ride a bike in the halls, but I was just walking it from one side of the school to the other. I think they just didn't like me much.
1. Group of us stole a Bob's Big Boy statue, made it the centerpiece of a senior party, and when finished put it on the roof of the science building. Stealing a statue/figure like this was a long-running prank at our high school and would inevitably make the local news with the business graciously acknowledging it was a prank and no harm done. Would have gotten away with it but they called us in individually and bluffed to each of us that someone had already admitted we did it. One guy cracked and ratted us all out.
2. Our sand volleyball courts would fill with water every time it rained. Suspended for stocking them with goldfish.
3. Suspended under zero tolerance policy for bringing a toy gun to school. I have 4 older brothers and we had a bunch of these star trek disc guns that we would shoot each other with. One of my friends brought one to school and was shooting it in french class when the teacher wasn't looking. When my parents were called into the office because I "brought a gun to school" my mom called the vice principal an idiot, said you couldn't hurt anyone with those things, picked it off his desk and shot him with it a bunch of times. Probably the coolest thing my mom ever did.
4. Vandalizing my own locker. For some reason, there was a rumor that I sold weed. Someone thought maybe I kept it in my locker and bent the #### out of it trying to get it open. When I reported my damaged locker, they blamed me for doing it myself. Never understood that one.
5. Walking my bike in a hallway. Also never understood that one. You couldn't ride a bike in the halls, but I was just walking it from one side of the school to the other. I think they just didn't like me much.
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That's funny, because I had a co-worker who went to Catholic school in Baltimore and one of the nuns had boxing gloves. He said she even don them herself to fight a kid if necessary. The boys would usually back down for fear of getting whipped by a nun.
WDIK2
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I got sent for yawning too loud once. It was an early morning class and I know the teacher had bowling league the night before. Same night as my dad. He was probably hungover, and I'm sure I made a smartass comment after he lectured me about yawning. Only other time in high school was for sleeping in study hall.General Malaise said:
Went to the principal's office a few times for fighting in grade school. Always with the same kid. I was about to hit him with a chair one time (all star wrestling style) when the teacher came back into the classroom. That was a serious discussion.
wikkidpissah
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I've considered a stoop-life equivalent to Jean Shepherd (A Christmas Story), cuz it was quite a life (i ran policy for the Mob; a peep show with an early-developed girl and she & my bodyguard, Wayne - who was my enforcer/gofer well into our 20s - helped me blackmail kids long after they'd paid admission; worked for a peanut vendor at Fenway who was train porter to Babe Ruth, Rogers Hornsby & Josh Gibson) but i cant find a central story and haven't really thought about making one up. I do know that the only time i've been called a great writer and believed it was when i've written about a neighbor girl, Siobhan, who was too pretty to be defenseless, and i set out to be her hero. My first job as a storyteller was creating worlds to which she could escape when we'd hide from her hellish father in a train barn. But there was no victory over that kind of circumstance then and i've never tried to fashion one.
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And now you have to pay extra for that.That's funny, because I had a co-worker who went to Catholic school in Baltimore and one of the nuns had boxing gloves. He said she even don them herself to fight a kid if necessary. The boys would usually back down for fear of getting whipped by a nun.
Junior year. Private Catholic high school. Another guy and I co-authored and co-published what we called an "underground newspaper", (it was 1970 and that was a thing) though there
was nothing underground about it. It was just a few essays, few pages long, and I think we printed 40 or 50 copies.
We railed against the American educational system, the rigid, joyless, structure that prioritized memorization rather than thinking, and the emotionally cruel grading system.
Well, it wasn't long before we were in the vice principal's office threatened with expulsion if there was another issue. There wasn't.
More interestingly I think, I was slapped hard across the face soph yr, by a fierce little nun for smiling. Kid next to me said something amusing, I smiled, and she told me that if I didn't
wipe that smile off my face she would come down there and knock it off. That struck me as funny and I smiled wider. She did storm down the aisle, wound up and hit me I think at least almost as hard as she could. My glasses flew three rows over. Stopped smiling.
Senior yr, another nun called me out of class and beat and clawed me, screaming, in the hallway. Her clawing drew blood from numerous sites on me. For the sake of brevity, I'll just say I understood why she did it, and my parents were upset with me.
was nothing underground about it. It was just a few essays, few pages long, and I think we printed 40 or 50 copies.
We railed against the American educational system, the rigid, joyless, structure that prioritized memorization rather than thinking, and the emotionally cruel grading system.
Well, it wasn't long before we were in the vice principal's office threatened with expulsion if there was another issue. There wasn't.
More interestingly I think, I was slapped hard across the face soph yr, by a fierce little nun for smiling. Kid next to me said something amusing, I smiled, and she told me that if I didn't
wipe that smile off my face she would come down there and knock it off. That struck me as funny and I smiled wider. She did storm down the aisle, wound up and hit me I think at least almost as hard as she could. My glasses flew three rows over. Stopped smiling.
Senior yr, another nun called me out of class and beat and clawed me, screaming, in the hallway. Her clawing drew blood from numerous sites on me. For the sake of brevity, I'll just say I understood why she did it, and my parents were upset with me.
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These nun stories are horrifying. How on earth does the church justify this behavior?
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Kindergarten - Called the crossing guard a "f**ker face". I meant to say freckle face, but that's not what came out. I got the soap treatment at home for this.
1st grade - I kept talking in class. Sister Rosemary broke the wooden hall pass over my ### and then sent me to the principal's office. I think she was just having a bad day and took it out on me and made me an example for the class.
3rd grade - got into a fight with a kid who was sitting next to me in class. I don't even remember what it was about. Principal banned both of us from going on a class field trip that was on the agenda a day or two later. We spent the whole day in a room together while our class was gone. Became best of friends and we were each others best man at our weddings.
6th grade - details are sketchy, but I believe I took a younger kid's milk at lunch and drank it on a dare from my buddies. Principal made me spend every day at lunch for the next week sitting by myself and repeatedly hand copy a lengthy typed document Titled "The Bully Sheet". It was basically an article about bullying.
8th grade - My cousin and I busted up the principal's windshield wipers. Principal was also the basketball coach. He got pissed at us and made us do a ton of running at practice one day. I was a bigger kid and running was certainly not my strength. He started making fun of me and laughing at me during the run. After practice, my cousin and I happened to be walking past his car, and decided to get a little revenge by each taking a wiper and bending it all up. Apparently, someone who lived right next to the school saw us do it and ratted us out. I got kicked off the school basketball team for the remainder of the season and kicked out of intramural basketball. My cousin was the "star" of the team. He also got kicked out of intramural ball, but only suspended one game from the school team. Go figure... My dad beat my ### after this episode.
HS (10th grade)...Spit in the garbage can in chemistry class. Teacher sent me to the Assistant Principal's office. Asst. Principal was a former football coach at the school. We talked football for 1/2 hour. He said do do it again and sent me back to class.
1st grade - I kept talking in class. Sister Rosemary broke the wooden hall pass over my ### and then sent me to the principal's office. I think she was just having a bad day and took it out on me and made me an example for the class.
3rd grade - got into a fight with a kid who was sitting next to me in class. I don't even remember what it was about. Principal banned both of us from going on a class field trip that was on the agenda a day or two later. We spent the whole day in a room together while our class was gone. Became best of friends and we were each others best man at our weddings.
6th grade - details are sketchy, but I believe I took a younger kid's milk at lunch and drank it on a dare from my buddies. Principal made me spend every day at lunch for the next week sitting by myself and repeatedly hand copy a lengthy typed document Titled "The Bully Sheet". It was basically an article about bullying.
8th grade - My cousin and I busted up the principal's windshield wipers. Principal was also the basketball coach. He got pissed at us and made us do a ton of running at practice one day. I was a bigger kid and running was certainly not my strength. He started making fun of me and laughing at me during the run. After practice, my cousin and I happened to be walking past his car, and decided to get a little revenge by each taking a wiper and bending it all up. Apparently, someone who lived right next to the school saw us do it and ratted us out. I got kicked off the school basketball team for the remainder of the season and kicked out of intramural basketball. My cousin was the "star" of the team. He also got kicked out of intramural ball, but only suspended one game from the school team. Go figure... My dad beat my ### after this episode.
HS (10th grade)...Spit in the garbage can in chemistry class. Teacher sent me to the Assistant Principal's office. Asst. Principal was a former football coach at the school. We talked football for 1/2 hour. He said do do it again and sent me back to class.
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When i was in middle school, a group of seniors from our High School stole Bob and put him on top of a two story roof at the school. They also hauled lunch tables up to the roof and made a pyramid out of them, which Bob stood on top of. Made the local paper circa 1977. Bob's Big Boy
NotSmart
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3rd grade Breakfast Club - that's awesome!
The 6th grade punishment seems like it was pretty well chosen by the Principal.
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In 8th grade we had a Korean nun who was a great teacher but wicked. no nonsense, never smiled or laughed. She always wore a huge ring that she got from Korea, it looked like a Superbowl ring. When she gave a test she was a hawk, one kid was looking at another kids test and she walked up behind him and knuckled that ring right into his skull while yelling "never cheat" and it drew blood. No remorse at all.
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Now with pictures. Awesome. My tales have no pictures.Spock said:
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Geez. Catholic school. Ruler, slapped or buggered. No thanks.
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Every guy I know that went to a Catholic school has a nun story. Always made me
. I don't think I was ever touched or threatened by a teacher, but also wasn't much of a troublemaker.
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I went to a Catholic elementary school and a Jesuit high school. The only nun I ever had was in first grade. The hall pass incident I mentioned up thread is the only story I have of that nature with a nun. In high school, the priest I had for 2 years of Latin used to hit us with his brass ruler. He would do it with a smile on his face though. He wasn't administering punishment, he thought he was being playful and funny. They were never full swings, but he used to whack us with it until we answered a question correctly, for example. He was later outed as a sexual offender. Turns out he left a trail of sexual abuse at a number of schools. He would just get reassigned whenever the #### hit the fan.Every guy I know that went to a Catholic school has a nun story. Always made me
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I have one. I was in the 4th grade and I asked my teacher to go to the restroom and she said no. I went back to my desk and vomited all over it. I never had another restroom issue.
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Tick
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My older brother and I both got sent to the principal's office at the same time once. This was a private school where they paddled. Sitting in line to get paddled, we hatched and successfully pulled off a scheme where we went in together and said that our parents wanted us to ask about why they didn't get a bill for tuition that semester. Somehow we got away with it... probably the only scheme we ever pulled off, because we were idiots.
I was always at the principal's office getting paddled. I was just an itchy kid who couldn't shut up, and I got into normal fights at recess... when I moved to public schools in 5th grade, that was mostly behind me - probably five visits through 8th grade, then maybe 1-2 in high school. I can remember being in detention, but not why, and I don't remember if it involved a trip to the office.
In junior year, though, I got called out of my class to go to the office. I didn't know of anything major I had done wrong, but on the way I ran into a smartass buddy who was also called out of his class, and he was always in trouble, so we thought we were hosed. Luckily, we ran into some angels on the way who had also been called to the office - 9 of us had qualified for a scholarship.
I was always at the principal's office getting paddled. I was just an itchy kid who couldn't shut up, and I got into normal fights at recess... when I moved to public schools in 5th grade, that was mostly behind me - probably five visits through 8th grade, then maybe 1-2 in high school. I can remember being in detention, but not why, and I don't remember if it involved a trip to the office.
In junior year, though, I got called out of my class to go to the office. I didn't know of anything major I had done wrong, but on the way I ran into a smartass buddy who was also called out of his class, and he was always in trouble, so we thought we were hosed. Luckily, we ran into some angels on the way who had also been called to the office - 9 of us had qualified for a scholarship.
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Sounds fun, until this happens to my friend Clyde:
https://apnews.com/c0696ced093381b00a3949ea931475a5
####er fatally shot Clyde in back as he ran away over a ####### advertising balloon.
NotSmart
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That's horrible. :(
Do you recall if anything ever happened to the business owner that shot him?
Tick
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I don't think it did. Alaska is very property-oriented, and Clyde was trespassing.
A friend once had some weird guy creeping around outside his house. He called the cops, and the cops told him that if he shoots the creep, drag his body inside the house.
Diversion over, back to the main thread.
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Good times!
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11th grade. I was a pretty good kid, but a lot of people knew not to mess with me because they knew I had a mean streak and I was pretty tough. But I was quiet, so not too many outside of some of my groups knew me. Two 12th graders decided to mess with me one day. One was an interesting sort, most knew him. He always wore a black trench coat, and a lot of people kind of feared him. He was fairly popular. The other kid was a big doofus who appeared tough, but wasn't. So I'm in the lunch line, waiting for the lunch lady to scoop the slosh onto my plate. Just then I felt something hit my head lightly. One of them threw a chewed up piece of gum into my hair. I looked back and doofus kid said "what are you looking at, it wasn't me", while trench coat kid had a smirk on his face. I called him some names and told him some other things I can't mention here, and he just said "bring it" or something to that affect. To this day, I'm not sure who threw the gum. I asked the lunch lady to cut it out of my hair, luckily it didn't look too bad after that. They got ahead of me in line, and went to sit down. I went to sit with my friends. At this point, I am just brewing with rage. My friends knew something was up, and didn't question when I started taking all of their food and drinks and dumping them on my tray. With the tray stacked high with food and drink, mostly spaghetti and chocolate milk, I went over, stood behind both of the idiots, and slammed the try onto their heads, majority over trench coat kid because I was certain he was the one who threw the gum. Big doofus looked up and behind at me, I clocked him with my elbow and he went down with a broken nose. As he was falling, trench coat decides to stand up. I put him down quickly with a front choke hold and then a nice right upper cut. By then, teachers were swarming. 2 weeks detention. Lucky I didn't get suspended, maybe because the principal knew us all, and possibly the lunch lady said something. Stories were confirmed by many.Principal didn't say much to me, but did appear to smile as I was leaving his office. The big doofus and trench coat never even looked at me again.
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Maybe 4 times in my life. All fighting.
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ETA: I was always the smallest kid in class. To this day, at 43, I am 5'6, a buck forty. I would get picked on. Brought it up to my Dad, and he just told me "If they put their hands on you, you have every right to Eff them up."
That was all I needed to be told.
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ETA: I was always the smallest kid in class. To this day, at 43, I am 5'6, a buck forty. I would get picked on. Brought it up to my Dad, and he just told me "If they put their hands on you, you have every right to Eff them up."
That was all I needed to be told.
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Prince Myshkin
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From a current middle school principal - funny how things stay the same. I've seen nearly all of these come through my office, except for the ones involving older students (driving, leaving campus, etc.). Kids still do and always have done silly/dumb stuff...and there are always a few teachers that are hard asses for no good reason. 
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