Oh my god(s) have I got stories about this... Sorry escapist, but I might have to multi-post this one.
Alright, so this one time, in grade 2, I got in trouble for feeling tired after our psychotic, bipolar, alchoholic music teacher had us practice the choir line for a mandatory school musical assembly for about a week, and had to stay in for recess, and was yelled at for being a trouble maker for an hour.
This was at a school where I was essentially yelled at for having a slightly different learning style, and where 1/3rd of my grade level was on the wonderful drug called "ritilin," for no real apparent reason except that it made them more manageable. I was regularly taken out of class and basically harrassed for about a third of the day by the school's team of quack psychologists because I was simply "different." I don't have ADHD. I might have 'mild' ADD, but most of my learning issues in public school have to do with my disgraphia (think dislexia, but with fine motor skills - essentially I write slower than I can process words and what not. As a possitive side effect, I now have semi photographic memory when it comes to notes... It also has to do with the fact that I am about 2 or 3 symtoms or tendencies short of Asbergers Syndrom on the Autism Spectrum. It is abserd that I would be accused of having ADHD, by someone without an actual degree, when I was one of the quietest god damned kids in class.
So that was fun. I got the hell out of there, and only ran into problems with the educational system when I finally came back up here to Canada.
See, at my public school, grades 7&8, we had this vicious, hateful, manipulative, psychotic toadlike vice principle, who decided it was her personal goal in life to single out and harass trouble makers... or rather, kids who would "BECOME" trouble makers...
So, there was also this complete jackass in the grade ahead of me, generic screw up/bully/early smoker kid, who apparently took an issue to me... I'm really not quite sure at the moment, but he just didn't like me... I didn't like him much either, mainly because of the time he basically almost broke my knee for no apparent reason.
Somehow, this got around to the vice principle, who had either heard it blown out of proportion, or blown it out of proportion, who basically accused me of rallying up a lynch mob to go kick his ass at lunch, and ranted at me sternly about how this sort of thing isn't exceptable up here "in Canada." She somehow turned the whole thing into a rant infering that all Americans are violent, aggressive, uneducated hillbillies, then sent me back to class late... so that was fun. I'll be honest, that one kinda pissed me off. (I don't want to stir up a huge cultural thing in this thread by posting this mind you, so don't no one be commenting on how much you hate Americans/Everyone else)
So, eventually that blew over without any real consequences, but about a year later, a month before the end of school, I was sent to the office after yelling at this little punk asshole who kicked me in the stomach with his boot in order to start something. She starts up on some conveluded tyrade about how I was a bully and unfair and prejudice or some shit, and how I hurt his feelings... Now, I really didn't want to sit through this, so I lifted my index finger, stopped her mid sentence, and with my rather developed (being a literal year older than anyone who started school in Canada in grade 8 at the time) deep-ish voice, now in a shrill, angry, Statham like growl after being harrassed a few times by this woman, and the many others before, set a few things straight.
I corrected her about the details of the incident, told her in polite terms that she was completely inept, useless, and lucky she hadn't had been fired for misstreating ordinarily good students and further instegating drama, which she did multiple times, (seriously, I was the fortunate one here) referenced the PREVIOUS incident, cited my clean record on all other accounts, and that I only had problems with her, and told her that she best forget about this unless she wanted to deal with my parents, who would be alot more aggressive in pursuing her dismisal from her possition than I am even interested in. I told her good day, and walked back to class with her looking dumbstruck.
I never spoke to her again, and resumed my year as normal. I'm told by my younger brother that she "retired" a year later.
End Part One...