<p>^^What does that have to do with this thread LOL</p>
<p>Damn Masterball</p>
<p>You live the #thuglyf like me</p>
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I had Tourette syndrome in the form of motor tics (thank God not verbal tics). One of them is eye rolling. Some of my teachers kept getting upset with me as if I was being disrespectful but they didn’t bother to tell me to stop rolling my eyes – just to show respect. A talk between a teacher, the principal, and my mom got that problem sorted out. Having Tourette syndrome provides some damning observations on how people are too easily offended due to so much reliance on unspoken nonverbal etiquette rules.</p>
<p>Other than that, I hated school and kept getting bad reports for inattentiveness and outright defiance. Thankfully it ended in second grade.</p>
<p>^ awww, that’s terrible. why don’t they know beforehand?</p>
<p>i just recently got a detention for being late for homeroom, not even thirty seconds after the bell.</p>
<p>in tenth grade, i got in trouble because, completely unknown to me, two of my friends at my lunch table decided to ask a girl who was new to sit with us. they spent the whole time either being passive aggressive or really mean, and she cried and told the vice principle. i felt HORRIBLE. then again, i didn’t say anything, and i definitely learned my lesson. but if i turn on my friends, that could end badly…</p>
<p>On the last day of eighth grade my friends conned me into skipping the rest of classes and going over to another middle school to check out girls. I went along out of peer pressure.
We made it to the other school and were walking down a passageway when a teacher popped out at the far end. The teacher yelled for everyone to stop right there. My friends didn’t. I did. After a few questions, the teacher told me to follow him to the principals office. About halfway to the principals office, I finally figured out that I was in deep trouble. Since the teacher wasn’t physically holding me, I took off on a dead sprint for the front doors. The teacher followed me in pursuit yelling at the top of his lungs to stop. I didn’t. The doors were all glass with a push bar in the middle. I hit the push bar while continuing to run and simultaneously looking back to see where the teacher was. The door flung open with tremendous momentum and bounced off the door stop. I applied additional momentum to the door on it’s way back because the teacher was hot on my heals. The door slammed shut microseconds before the teacher arrived. His momentum, coupled with the fact that he didn’t hit the push bar, caused the window to explode.
I was arrested and charged with aggravated assault, destruction to private property and the least of my worries…being truant. Although technically I was in school…just not mine.
That summer, my sentence was six months in juvenile hall…youth detention center. The judge wanted to send a message and I was the conduit. Fear? Yes. Tears? Yes. The sense of hopelessness was overwhelming. My only solace or retreat was the donated books at the library. There, I found a collection of books called “The Five Foot Shelve of Books” by Harvard Classics. To be more specific, the 53rd printing. 1960. I read them all…Franklin, Woolman, Penn, Plato, Epictetus, Marcus, Aurelius…and much more. All with the exception of one. One book was missing, Volume 17, Grimm’s Tales.
I digress. It was determined by the faculty that I would get a GED and then be placed in a vocational school. To cut the story somewhat short, I burned through the agonizingly slow study programs and took the GED. To their surprise I scored highest in the state, perfect, as a matter of fact. The faculty came to the logical conclusion, that someone who can cut a perfect score but can’t conform to societies standards, must be crazy. I was sent to a shrink and after a few weeks of “Therapy”, I was branded normal and intelligent. How intelligent? After a battery of tests and interviews my I.Q. was determined by mensa to be 143…give or take. I was released and moved to a school filled with pretentious little pricks who think that intelligence and money gives them the right to look down on people. That’s where I reside and am judged on a daily bases by snarky kids with nothing better to do. Why? Because the school administrators felt the need to warn the students before I arrived to stay away from the dangerous kid. The End.</p>
<p>I got in trouble for saying that Asian girls are good in bed in 6th grade and my Asian girl teacher found out (somehow) and I got in trouble. (She told my parents and she hated me for the rest of the year)</p>
<p>lol in SIXTH grade?</p>
<p>I was a pretty perverted sixth grader, my parents let me watch R rated movies when I was like 7, and I watched Family Guy religiously.</p>
<p>hahaha…your role model was Quagmire…giggity giggity…</p>
<p>haha i peed in a trash can and i only had my parents called</p>
<p>In pre K, I climbed over the back fence and walked around the block. This was in the late 1950s. It didn’t seem a big deal then, but imagine now!</p>
<p>I once smashed a basketball in dog poop and chased kids around the schoolyard with it.
This was when I was just starting to show symptoms and even I didn’t know what was happening until I saw a counselor.</p>
<p>I got ****ed off at this guy in 7th grade, and slapped him on the back of the head, lol. Thankfully, the teacher let me off with a warning, and I just had to apologize to him. My life might have gone so much differently if I’d have gotten a suspension…</p>
<p>I got a few referrals for tardiness and rough-housing in middle school.</p>
<p>In high school, I don’t think I’ve ever really gotten in trouble besides various reprimands for using the F word far too frequently</p>
<p>Suspended for 3 days in 8th grade (there goes that perfect attendance award that only 1 or 2 people in the grade level get at the end of secondary school, just missing those 3 days)</p>
<p>“Attempted Hacking” was the case. Heck, I just put two teacher’s names I didn’t like in the forget password box just because. IP address tracked, how convenient. And no, my original intent was NOT hacking.</p>
<p>Umm… A grade of “U” for citizenship in Algebra II for blowing off homework too often.</p>
<p>In my freshman year during French class, I got yelled at for putting my folder on the AC unit. The teacher later realized that she was being a complete d*mbass and apologized.</p>
<p>In 8th grade, I was sent to the detention room by a substitute teacher for excessive talking, but evaded it by wandering the halls and hanging out in the bathroom for half an hour. </p>
<p>The only real trouble I’ve ever gotten into was in 1st grade, when I had to sit out of recess for 10 minutes. I have no idea why, though - I just remember it was for something stupid.</p>
<p>First day of school ever I got in trouble for talking too much…I was an esl student so now I wonder what I was blabbering about…</p>
<p>I only get in trouble for being talkative, I’m such a rebel.</p>
<p>My school’s policy to avoid senior skip (seniors’ last day of classes before graduation, at my school, theoretically) is that if you are unexcused absent, you won’t be allowed to walk at graduation. It’s a stupid rule because nothing is happening in classes anyway, and most of the teachers don’t bother to take attendance. In fact, last period is the traditional band water-balloon fight. Seniors spend their time during the day (study halls or when they don’t want to go to class) filling up hundreds of water balloons in the band room, and come 8th period nearly everyone in band (including underclassmen) skips and has a huge water balloon fight outside. No one gets in trouble for this.
However, in 6th period that day I was practicing my graduation speech with my English teacher instead of going to history class. I had no problem physics for a water balloon fight, but that night my parents got a call that I’d skipped 6th period. Fantastic. Obviously, it got sorted out and it wasn’t a problem, but it seemed like a great way to end my high school career.</p>