During high school, I was accused of plagiarizing a history report. The ONLY funny part about this being that so was the rest of the class. The ***** of a teacher even had the gall to start crying about all of us cheating, which was BS. I've never cheated on anything school-related in my life.
Afterwards, everyone was called to the vice-principal's office to explain themselves, but not like it helped. It was the c*nt's word against ours, and she was the teacher and we're a bunch of cheating no-goodniks.
The worst part of it all was, in addition to saturday detention and (obviously) an F, I, and everyone accused, received a -100 for the report. That's right, not only did she falsely accuse me of cheating, she went so far as to deduct points from my grade for it. After doing some calculations, I surmised that, at best, I would fail with a very high F.
Needless to say, I ceased caring about that class, never bothering to do the homework, pay attention, or attempt to pass a test. For the rest of that semester, I cursed her name under my breath, and constantly wished for her painful, torturous death. I had to retake the semester the following year.
The only redeeming part? At the end of the year, she had us fill out evaluation reports of the class. I took this opportunity to clearly and in no uncertain terms, insult, deride, and generally say horrible things to her. Do I regret that last part? Never.