I got another two. In grade 8 while in my science class, I was taking notes when the stoner that was my friend Jonah, sitting next to me, started poking me in the back with his pen. I asked what he wanted but he just said nothing, and kept poking at me, so I eventually just ignored him. He persisted and kept it up for a minute or two until he stopped, but only for a moment so he could swing his arm back and stab me in the back. I shouted out "WHAT IN THE FUCK?!?!" due to the sharp pain of a pen being shoved rather quickly and deeply into my back (still got the scar from it, it's midway down and a couple inches to right of my spine). Of course the teacher heard this and became offended, even though I had explained to her I had been stabbed in the back by Jonah sitting next to me laughing and grinning, and I got sent to the office and was given in school suspension for swearing in class and causing a disturbance. Jonah went about his day consequence free. I have since shagged his girlfriend and taken his brothers place in a band as bassist (the girlfriend might have been a bit far, but hey, revenge sex is pretty good sex).
The other one is from elementary school, probably 6 or 7 years old, can't remember exactly. I had come back from a dental appointment and hadn't had breakfast yet, and my mom had packed me a peanut butter sandwich to have on the drive to school. But seeing as it was a wintery day here in lovely old Cananda, we couldn't find the sandwich until we arrived at the school due to the roads being icy and what have you. I took my sandwich and back pack and went into the school. I took the sandwich from it's plastic and was about to take a bite until a teacher stormed out of class (apparently having a nose like a blood hound) and demanded to know what kind of sandwich I had. I told her it was peanut butter and she flipped into crazy mode, forcing me to throw it away and make my way to class with a full lecture on how peanut butter is not allowed in school and how I was going to get in trouble and go to hell for it. Doing this to a child of 6/7 years old mind you, the worst thing was, she actually had the right to do this because peanut butter was contriband back then (you can bring it to high school I found out, but I'm still traumatized to the point I half expect her to pop out of my fridge everytime I go to get a glass of milk to go with my peanut butter sandwich). Though, I later found out she was fired after calling a child a future drug addict for saying he liked the smell of markers.