Parents, what's the FUNNIEST Reason you've been Called into School to get your Kid? - Reddit Podcast
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The little kid faking sickness to get a lunch date with their mom reminds me of a story from when I was a kid. I was two or three, I think, and my parents and I were at family camp. It was the first year I was able to go to the kid classes instead of staying with them, and when I got to class, I started crying and screaming that I wanted my mom. My parents came to pick me up and took me back to our cabin, where I preceded to completely ignore them and play with the kittens that were living under the steps. My parents told me that if I did that again I wouldn't be allowed to play with the kittens anymore, so it didn't happen again.
So vacation and you were forced to go to some class instead of playing with kittens? Why did your parents want you gone? They sound like real family people…..’hi, we’re on vacation and if you’d keep our daughter away from us for several hours a day we would have more fun….thanks!’
@@debbylou5729 It was a church camp. Class may not be the right word, exactly. In the mornings the adults would listen to a speaker while the kids got a Bible story, playtime, snacks, etc. so they wouldn't be bored. Then the whole afternoon was open to do activities around the camp as a family. I always enjoyed the "classes" when I went. And my parents actually ran the nursery most years, and once my siblings and cousins and I were old enough, we were given the option to hang out and help with the babies instead if we wanted to. Plenty of opportunities for family bonding, don't worry :)
all for the kittens
Years ago, I was called to the school because my youngest daughter (8 at the time) had been sent to the principal's office. I arrive to find out that her teacher sent her to the office when my daughter was told, "You can start copying what's on the blackboard, or you can stand in the corner!" My daughter got up from her seat and promptly stuck herself in the corner. So the teacher sent her to the office and I was contacted to come in to pick her up. I told the principal that the teacher gave her two options and she chose one, so how did that warrant me picking her up?
We did find out a week later, it was due to her needing glasses, she just couldn't see what was on the board!
that teacher should have been FIRED
Exactly
@@blazethecat363 geeezzz relax with the firing. Teachers have a hard time dealing with kids all day long, who refuse to comply. She only sent the kid to the office. It's not like she beat the kid
@@myself-cs5fr well that teacher BULLIED that child who was having vision issues!
Seriously like without asking her anything Yeesh
We almost had CPS called on our house because my sister told the teacher our dad does drugs and then when she was asked, "What?" she said that he sells drugs.
Thankfully the teacher asked a few more questions and they were able to figure out that she meant our dad works in shipping at a company that ships and distributes pharmaceuticals, but she was too little to know that word and had just simplified it to "Dad does drugs". We all had a laugh when they informed my parents about it later.
My daughter wrote in a school essay that both her parents were alcoholics! This was because we were not adverse to the odd glass of wine, and she thought that anyone who drank alcohol was automatically an "alcoholic"!
@@Lizallinos That reminds me of when I was a kid, I felt really sick first thing in the morning. It had been happening the past few days, but I always felt better by afternoon. My dad noticed I wasn't feeling well and asked me about it, and I told him I had morning sickness, because I thought it just meant you felt sick in the morning.
Lol
Thank God she asked more questions before she called authorities like most of the people aint here Idiots
@@MatsuyoRific you must be my doppelganger or something because I have the literal same exact story
I was called to school because my son of five was crying because he was so happy. Apparently crying out of happiness was disturbing.
Note: he was happy because we had told him at breakfast that we would go to an animal shelter after school to choose a cat for him.
So did you get the cat?
We need answers!!!!!!!!!!
So Gym teacher creeping young kids in the locker room is not disturbing, this is. Just wow.
@@ranjanbiswas3233 What?
This is so sweet 😭
My highschool denied me signing myself out when I was sick at 19 (just turned) because “if you’re still in school, you’re not an adult, and have no rights”
they fr hit you with the 'you're not people yet!"
Yeah we had that happen to a girl in my highschool and she was taking her kid to the doctors. She didn't even live with her parents, and they were in a different state. Needless to say she got a lawyer through her grandmother and sued the school.
Where i live you could‘ve sued the school with no problems.
You should have shown them your gun. It's a great way to prove that you're at least 18 years old.😎
(Said the random American)
My cousin was pregnant and married at 17 and stayed in school to finish her senior year. The rule was that if you were under 18 you had to have a parent or guardian write a permission slip in order for you to leave school during school hours. So every time she had a doctor's appointment she had to have her husband, who was considered her legal guardian sign a note to get her out of school. This was almost 50 years ago. I don't know what the rules are now but back then that is what she had to do.
One of my daughter's greatest scholastic achievements was forcing a change to the school's Halloween costume code. She dressed as a Zombie Prom Queen, complete with shambling walk and very good makeup. It scared some of the kindergartners.
wait, she changed the code FOR BEING SCARY? Oh come on! THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT!
When my brother was thirteen or fourteen, he was in I think Science class? He managed to break his pen, and it was a clicking pen so he lost the spring on the floor. He went on the floor to find the spring, and promptly got sent outside the classroom by the teacher. In the corridor, the Head of the English Department walked past him, and said, "I should have known it'd be you. You may as well just go home now." So my brother started walking towards the nearest exit. The Head of English then went ballistic with him: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STAND STILL WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU!" My brother stopped walking away. "COME BACK HERE AND EXPLAIN WHY YOU WEREN'T IN CLASS." And so my brother said, "Well, which is it, Miss? Go home, stay still, or come here? I can't do them all at once." The Head of English stood in silence for a moment, until my brother said, "Y'know, Miss, for the Head of English, you have quite a poor grasp of the language."
Needless to say, our mother was called to the school.
Your brother is, to borrow an 'old' form of praise, The Man.
He's a giga Chad. Protect at all costs.
I hope your mother defended him at least a little! 🤣
If I were that kid's parent, totally would've laughed in the meeting.
@@beans9647 I'm pretty sure she laughed when she got the call.
When my daughter was in Kindergarten, her teacher had a meeting with me about my daughter's tendency to "color too hard" 😂 Apparently she was using up the class crayons too quickly. I just laughed and bought new crayons for the class
I was the queen of faking illness in elementary school. Almost 20 years later, I’m realizing now that I was incredibly stressed at school and at home and only felt secure when I’m by myself at home and I was trying to take mental health days decades before those were a thing. At the time, my parents fought violently and they only split up when I was in middle school.
Only in middle and high school did I actively try to stay in school due to my love of music. It took me passing out AND vomiting with fever for me to even contemplating leaving.
To be honest... That kid who sold imaginary friends was a genius
Future NFT salesman or crypto king!
@@jerrimenard3092 Politician
FRR
I DID THAT ONCE AND I WAS SENT HOME BUT THE DIFFERENCE I SOLD MINE FOR 5$
NGL if my kid did that I'd high-five them.
When my son was in kindergarten he got suspended for bringing a "firearm" to school. It was a champagne popper. When I told them it wasn't a firearm, they explained that it had explosive powder in it and shot a projectile. Confetti...it shot confetti!!!!
Lol I need to hear how this ended
Sadly this is a response to all the school shootings in the US.
My little brother loved to buy them when he was in first grade, he bought them on Sunday when we picked up donuts for breakfast.
@@domino6490 There was no fighting the school and it was just a one day suspension. And, he did deserve to be punished because I had previously pulled it out of his backpack and told him that he could not bring it to school. I knew my son and had visions of him using it in the hallway rather than the playground, which is exactly what he did. He did not just have a day off. I made school work papers up for him to do and made him sit at his desk in his room and do school work. No matter what the school was claiming, he had disobeyed me and it had turned into a very big deal because of it.
@@lornaduwn Ah okay. That's also important lol
In fourth grade, my daughter was waiting in the lunch line with her friend. They both started playing the common game of kids where they try to step on each other's foot/feet (out of boredom). They were laughing while doing it. The teacher who was the hall monitor at the time decided to send them both to the principal's office. I was called at my workplace to come to the school to pick up my daughter (who had never ever been in trouble before and was a straight-A student. I spoke with both girls who said that they were just playing. I was not a happy camper and my daughter cried all afternoon. I asked both the principal and the hall monitor: "Did you even THINK to tell the girls to just "cut it out"? ..... Nope.
Story 16: Teacher here. Yup, there’s sooooo many teachers who punish students over ridiculous stuff. Handwriting? Who effing cares?!?
Get a load of story 36 I had a scenario where I can relate to the teacher but it still irks me to this day I was the smart kid so the teacher was explaining something I was reading and she got mad it was in such a bitter way and said it’s crazy because your always the first to correct me I hate when teachers get things wrong not in like a snarky way but this was math I am a nerd even back in 5th grade when this happened I dont really blame her tho I really do hate how bitter she was over it me and a few other kids could have easily have skipped to middle schoo, but the most we got was an excelerated math group in 4th period
When I took the bar exam, they were in the process from switching from written to typed. I took the New York Bar typed and 2 days later had to take the Massachusetts Bar written. My handwriting sucked. I was more nervous about making my answers readable in the 6 hour time available than I was about getting the answers right.
@@4prongedutensil You know, using punctuation would make your writing much easier to read.
Seems they just don't wanna admit they could be wrong
There is also a learning disability called dysgraphia, which affects handwriting. So, depending on who you're dealing with, it could literally be a form of discrimination.
I walked to school. My sister had given me a can of pepper spray because of this. I kept it in my pocket so no one ever knew I had it. One day while walking to the bathroom the can sprang a leak. I threw it in the trash in the hallway not thinking anything about it. By the time I was walking back to class (IBS), they were clearing the whole school out. No one ever knew it was mine.
Ok that was just a not thought about action. I think that's stuff we collect in our lifes, you hadn't any nefarious intention of harming anyone. And I suppose as long as no one needed to go to Hospital for longer than a check up they might were happy to could miss Math with the exhausting teacher and P.E. with the pervert. ^^
I had so many calls because one of my kids corrected a teacher. Usually it was my daughter. I would let the teacher explain how she felt disrespected by having my daughter lug in source material and explain it to the teacher. I would ask "Was she rude?" They would say, "Well, no." Then I would ask if she did it in front of the entire class. That answer was always no, she pulled them aside. Then I would ask "Was she factually incorrect?" That always was answered with the teacher saying "That isn't the point. She should not be correcting her teachers!". Which resulted in me telling them to then find a teacher who didn't need to be corrected occasionally, or let it go. Then I would take her out of school for ice cream. Because clearly the teacher needed a break from her. I was her mother. I totally understood that feeling. And usually I needed the ice cream to cope after all that.
I don’t get people who can’t handle being incorrect, they are spreading miss information they should be corrected.
Sounds like an excuse for you to get ice cream
With story #23 I can't imagine someone telling me to shut up and then pooping themselves unless I'm in a hospital or something. Imagine if they never figured out that you thought it was a fart and thought you hated hearing them talk so much you would rather crap yourself as an excuse to leave.
We were at the tail end of a years long custody battle for my daughter. She was about 10 by this time. For my child's entire life she had been in private Christian schools. But she had many learning difficulties and really needed an IEP, which the private schools just weren't equipped to provide. So immediately after gaining custody of her (so we could make educational decisions), we put her in public school to start addressing her educational needs. I got a phone call that she had acted out and I needed to come get her. Now, she often had behaviors that merited having to pick her up, so this was old hat, so I thought. Once I arrived at the school, the entire office was snickering. They welcomed me, and explained how my child had rapid fire, flipped off the entire school at lunch while verbalizeing each flip with a "BANG, BAM, BOOM!" The office then explained how they have been having issues with kids doing this discreetly to one another, and were cracking down. They could tell that my child had absolutely no idea what she had done, but because it was such a flamboyant display, they had to send her home or else the other kids would think it was ok. They assured me that this wasn't going to be put in her record. I totally get where they were coming from, and assured them I could help. The rest of the kids were still eating lunch. I went into the behavioral room and took my kid by the hand and left silently, looking as angry as a hornet as we left the hundreds of kids all watching with eyes wide and mouths agape! After we got out of the school and had walked a bit, I smiled and turned to my child. "Do you know what flipping your middle finger means dear?" "No", she sheepishly replied. So I explained.... my poor kid just freaked out! She was mortified, and explained how she saw the boys doing that to each other and laughing. She thought if she did it to the entire school, they would laugh and be her friend. I laughed, and we got back to the house. (We lived almost next door to the school) I sent her to her room, chuckled, and told her to come out. She looked confused. I told her she can now honestly tell everyone that she was sent to her room for that behavioral episode. Then we got ice cream together. It was great to spend the day with her after such an ugly fight for custody of her.
How is that kid currently doing
@@taleseylad1249 Doing great! On the B honor roll, and is a happy go lucky teen.
@@justaperson4065 that's great man
And in this cracking down did they ever sit them down and explain?
@@jenniferhoisington66 I have no idea, but my kid understands now.
Finally one i can contribute to.
When i was in 1st or 2nd grade in germany, my parents got called in to talk with my teacher cause me and my friends swore a lot. My parents asked the teacher to give them a list of words i cant say cause (wait for it) we are hungarians, my father only spoke english and my mother just started learning german. The face of the teacher when she realized i couldnt have learned to swear at home... We dont live in germany anymore btw, been there for 4 years.
yoooo another hungarian dude! i was shocked to find someone in this comment!
LOL
My kids had a teacher like the "cheated, disrespected, then destroyed government property" story. It got to the point where I ignored the teachers, and even scoffed whenever they spoke.
The school called me and were extremely angry bc they had been in a panic searching for my daughter for over an hour and thought she had somehow ran away or something else nefarious, but she was actually under the desk in the office of a counselor that wasn't there that day watching a movie on her phone.
My mom was called to my school and to the principal because she had packed me a home made cinnamon roll. Apparently it wasn't fair to the kids who's parents didn't do the same... This was soon after I had just started 1st grade
*USSR anthem plays*
He Ehehhehehehehheeh you should've bought cinnamon rolls every day and eat it in their faces
My kid would have gotten a cinnamon roll every day that year.
Should've told the teacher, "Oh I'm sorry! That's so kind of you to offer to bring food for the entire class from now on! I'm sure your cinnamon rolls will be just as good as mine!"
Oh what caca! Some other kid's always going to have a better lunch! I was jealous of a boy whose mom would cut the crusts off his sandwich. 😅
I was the kid in question. My dad had just died a few months earlier, I was a few days away from turning 11, and my band teacher just told my section of the band that we weren't going to be playing our Alma Mater. I, as emotionally fucked up as I was, mumbled to my then-best friend that I was going to cut the band director's head off and use it as a bowling ball because I was mad. She tells our homeroom teacher, who tells the principal, and I get sent to the office. My mom gets the call from the vice principal in the checkout line of a JoAnne Fabrics, and she's desperately trying not to laugh as she told him she'd be right in. She shows up, and I'm bawling my eyes out in the office. I get suspended for a week, in-school suspended for a day, and am sent home with my mom. My great-grandmother is disappointed in me, but my mom, her brother, and my sister are all laughing their asses off at the situation. The threat of decapitation and subsequent use as a bowling ball became a running joke very quickly.
(the band teacher forgave me immediately, since all of the staff knew I just lost my dad and was just really emotionally unstable. my family loves telling people the story, since I've basically been quiet and polite since that moment. i'm the type of person to get sad about killing spiders despite my arachnophobia because I know how important they are for pest control)
My son has ADHD so the principal and I spoke frequently. Valentine's Day of his 4th grade year I received a call from him ag work. Hi " ". You need to come pick your son up. "Uh oh" I said chuckling, "What happened? " The principal tells me in an uncharacteristic solemn tone that one of the boys brought in some packs of condoms he had gotten from a big brothers room and they were throwing them at the girls. I burst out laughing at his tone and said, "Oh my gosh, they are right there in your office with you, aren't they?" He said, "Yes, yes they are." That made me laugh all the harder because I knew it was killing him that he couldn't laugh in front of them! I pulled myself together and went to pick up my little troublemaker.
He has since grown up to be a very responsible father to his own ADHD darling. He also apologizes to me frequently for the things he put me through. 🥰
I occasionally thank my parents for not murdering me in my youth as well.
I was diagnosed with ADD as a kid. My younger brother with ADHD and later with Aspergers. My folks never bothered to try to re-check me because I seemed to function better with people than he did.
There's at least one Aspy in every branch of my father's family among my cousins, and from how my mother acts sometimes, I'm pretty sure she's on the spectrum, too.
It's not always easy, but it can be a lot of fun.
@@WorldWalker128, thank you for thanking your parents. It means a lot to me that my son acknowledges that sometimes he drove us bats. But we love him to pieces and his son too. 😊
When I was in grade 5, we were outside for our lunch period, had to use the washroom really bad, so I went to go inside, but the door was locked, I knew I wouldn't make it around to the other side of the building, so I peed in the corner where I thought nobody could see me. Apparently one of the TAs could, and I got a 3 day suspension for public urination. That door was NEVER locked again though
I remember once my sister called me saying that the school my niece went to wanted to speak with me for whatever reason. Now I should mention that I speak German and I've taught all my nieces and nephews a bit of German as well. So I get to the office and I'm told she's in trouble for bad language. Now I thought they meant she'd been cussing so I ask my niece "what'd you say?" And she says some stuff that I guess she'd over heard me saying when I'd been on a call with my grandfather. Basically me and him would speak in German on the phone and we'd tell dirty jokes, cuss, all that fun stuff. So I say to the principal and them "oh she's speaking German! Yea I speak German and I've taught her and all her cousins German" well the teacher asks me what exactly my niece was saying. Well I'm a cool uncle and I don't wanna cause any grief for her parents so I lie and basically say "oh she's saying hi, how are you" the teacher didn't buy it and we go back and forth for a bit and finally I said "do you speak German?" She said no "oh so you admit that you don't actually know what was said let alone what it means?" She said yes "so then what proof do you have that she said anything inappropriate?" She just went silent at that point and we wrapped things up. When I got my niece in my car and told her basically that what she said was Inappropriate and she shouldn't repeat anything I say in German without learning what it means. I also advised her not to speak German in school any more just to avoid any future incidents. Makes for a fun story to tell.
Aus reiner Neugier, was genau hat deine Nichte gesagt?😂
@@sebastianb.3978 Jawhol
When my son was 9, for some reason he decided to be a smart-alec at school. His antics were really pretty mild, but it was made worse by the fact that his teacher was insane. I was getting calls almost on the daily to come see the principal, and it was getting pretty annoying. The worst one was when his teacher got hysterical because my son “terrified her.” I could not bring myself to believe that for a minute. He was mouthy, but not scary. Here’s what happened: He was talking to another kid when he should have been keeping his mouth shut. She chastised him for it. He made his hand into a gun shape and pretend shot himself in the head. That was the universal gesture among kids back then that meant a sarcastic, “Sorry! So shoot me!” (I’m not condoning this, just reporting the facts. Also, this was before Columbine, so…) She ran to the principal in screaming hysterics and said my son threatened to shoot her! With his thumb and index finger! She was in fear for her very life! And as he pointed out, reasonably, I think, it wasn’t even loaded or aimed at her. 😂 He’s all grown up and married now, with kids of his own. He’s still sarcastic, but he is no longer the terror of schoolteachers. Good thing because he married one.
and pointed at him not her
The kid having the peeing for distance contest reminded me of my brother. This was in the 60s when it wasn't unusual for staff to use the same washrooms as the kids. When he was in grade 1 he and another kid got in trouble because they were seeing if they could hit the ceiling with their pee and didn't realize a teacher was being showered.
The kid selling imaginary friends is my hero.
My parents were never called to school, we didn't have a phone. And my father kept it that way, he was like "I pay taxes for the bus, if they drive him to school they better drive him back too".
Seriously, we didn't have a phone, at all. And he seriously meant his words too, the one time the school did detain me after school, the assistant principal had to drive me back home.
They never detained me again after that incident, where I almost lost my right eye because a bully punched me and broke my glasses.
Not only did the assistant principal have to drive me home, my father pressed charges on the other student that assaulted me, he was expelled and his parents had to buy me new glasses.
My daddy was eccentric, someone you just don't F with.
Do you love him?
I strive to be that father one day, if I can find a decent mother for my kids.
@@JaelinBezel Sorry I missed your comment the other day. He really was eccentric, but yeah for whatever its worth I loved him.
He passed away in 2014, and I still sometimes have dreams about him. I miss him, he taught me a lot.
Edit: Thank you kindly for asking, honestly it made me cry a bit. Which for me I guess is a good thing.
@@southernflatland Awwww, sounds like a great dad and a great son. Love to hear such stories, both thumbs up.
@@southernflatland don’t be sad it’s over, be happy it happened
11:06 One of my favourite ones "Protect your buttholes gentlemen" 💀👍
17:35 Also my favourites, first time i watched this i burst out laughing at the "Omelette du fromage" 😭😭😭
Same bro
My brother was 17 when he went to a work party and got drunk. Drinking age is 16, nothing illegal there. He was still smashed/hungover and with lack of sleep and to much coffee he was even more disruptive than usual. They called our mother at work to pick him up. She told them to just let him go home on it's own, we all take the public bus from 5th grade on. It's how he got to school that morning as well. But no, because he was still a minor and 'not well' she had to leave work to pick up her 6"6 almost 18 yo for being drunk.
When my son was in 6th grade his math teacher asked me to come talk to her. So left work. OMG I’m not kidding she said that my son was too attractive and all the girls were so busy flirting with them and the worst part was he was “enjoying it” and he was causing the class to be disrupted. I told her I can’t believe you asked me here for that. What did you expect me to do about? I can’t ugly him up! And I informed her that it wasn’t me she should be talking to but the girls parents. 🤦🏻♀️. And yes my son is really that good looking. But thankfully he’s kind and not full of himself. He’s become a really good man, husband and father.
Top one here guys: I had to go and pick my 10th grade son because during an outdoor physical education hour where he was wearing school issue shorts he decided to moon oncoming motorists on a main street in our city. He was spotted by a police cruiser. When I asked for the details before leaving home and they said he was as spotted pulling down his shorts and lifting up his shirt. It was the identity of the officer that made me want to disown him as it was his grandfather!
OMG, this freaking hilarious!! 🤣🤣
Oh boy, talk about being caught with your pants down...literally! 🍑😆 At family gatherings, there's now an unforgettable story that'll probably be told for generations! "Remember the time grandpa busted you for mooning the city?" At least he has impeccable timing? But seriously, kudos to grandpa for keeping it professional. Here's to hoping it's a phase and not a new hobby! 🙈🚔 #FamilyBondingLikeNeverBefore
My dad went to Catholic school. He was sent home and suspended for forgetting to bring his dress shoes.
It was snowing and he wore his boots since he walked to school.
His dad picked him up and immediately bought him the newest Nintendo and a couple games and said "enjoy your week off"
I was called to the school because the evening( before the 6pm siren) my son and his bestie " broke into the school". I asked if they broke a window or something to get in no..a door left unlocked, I asked if they graffitied the walls, no, I asked if the broke stuff? No. Just wanted to let me know they did walkabout in the school after closing. Janitor forgot to lock it . I asked if they called the janitors mom in too. I missed 2 hours of work for this exchange of stupid
We'd had a party the night before, the house was a tip, I rushed around getting them ready for school, age 4 and 6. Get a call half an hour later, the two kids were hammered. When my back was turned they had wandered around and knocked back the dregs of the drinks. The school nurse gave me a list to watch out for and gave me a sympathetic look. Hungover primary school kids are not fun.
Autistic son in UK Air Cadets, son couldn't hear, pronounce or tell the difference between W and R as in Wuh and Ruh sounds. Visiting officer from another town visited, my son went up to him and instead of asking what rank he was he asked him what W*** he was.
Some of these remind me of the time my school thought i was being bullied, so they confronted the person they saw me with the most... i told them in no uncertain terms that we hang out cuz we were actual friends, he was my only friend, he was the only one NOT bullying me, they couldn't be more wrong, and they had no idea how to handle bullying.
No one ever had and no one ever will.
Schools when there's actual bullying:
Schools when genuine friends joke and rib each other: *_REEEEEEEEEEEEE_*
That kid that shit his pants was hilarious. That's one way to assert dominance.
My mom wasn't called in because she was standing right there, but my sister yelled "Jesus Christ!" in an angry voice as she was being dropped off in the three-year-old room at our old daycare, which was also a church. Mom had an "oh crap, that just happened" reaction, while the parent behind her was trying not to laugh out loud. There was also the time my sister wrote "shit" on a spelling test (I think the word was shirt) and both her teacher and our mom thought it was hilarious. Mom ended up taking pictures of the test and sending it to our aunt and uncles.
I once got called because my daughter „had an accident“. Rushed there to learn she chewed on her necklace and accidentally swallowed a tiny bit of it…
The stories about the boys yelling „hide your buttholes“ and „omelette du fromage“ had me hysterically laughing 🤣🤣
I got called to pick my son up for "disrespecting the teacher." Turns out he called the teacher an ignoramus. Being the terrible parent that I am, he got a happy meal for remembering a big word, using it correctly, and making mommy laugh. The school and teacher were not amused the next day when he told them, which got me called AGAIN. Yeah, that entire school staff can rot.
Ehh calling the teacher names isn't the best thing to reward your kid for
@@domino6490 He called her that after she had made a fuss that he was making up an allergy. That teacher was absolutely awful, and frankly, I had much worse words going through my mind to call her.
@@Keshlynne Ohhh lol that's important. Good on ya then. Assuming a student's faking an allergy without even asking the parent can legitimately be deadly
I had something similar early in elementary school (I forget when), the story goes like this, there was a project with adult volunteers, one of my parents volunteered but was told the wrong time, we were making gingerbread houses with candy and stuff, teacher did not believe in food allergies (I had and have a severe peanut allergy) and gave 2 candy bars that were not safe for me I only remember that one was a crunch bar and the other definitely had something peanut related, one of the other volunteers knew me and knew about my allergy so they quickly separated me from the rest of the class and everything went smoothly from then until the end of the project, that teacher narrowly avoided causing a major problem that could have gotten the school district sued, caused a permanent black stain on their resume, gotten them fired, and lost them their retirement pension
I did that kind of stuff to my teachers if they did something incorrect. It made me notorious in any school I was in. But I never got in trouble for it. I was known for correcting them.
I've actually had the whole "well, your number was listed as a contact for this student" thing happen to me. They called me multiple times and insisted that it was the right number, so I had them read the listing. Turns out they mistook a 6 for an 8.
Note that this was a private collage preparatory high school that kept calling, so if they couldn't tell the difference between the two numbers, either whoever wrote the number down has worse handwriting than a typical doctor or I have reason to feel sorry for the students.
My sister and I are both accident prone, particularly when basketballs/soccer balls are involved, so our mom and the elementary school nurse had talked regularly. So one day in my sisters gym class, they were playing basketball and one had hit my sister dead in the face hard enough to send her to the nurse and prompted a call home to notify our mom about what had happened. About an hour later, I am in gym class where we are playing a game with one of those giant exercise balls and it had somehow came down on my head and smacked my head into the hard tile floor. Gym teacher sent me to the nurse who saw me and probably thought something to the effect of "oh god not the other one". Nurse called my mom again, sister and I went home as normal, when mom got home she was a mix of annoyed and laughing her ass off telling us that we need to pay attention to whats going on in gym class and that she is seriously considering sending us to school with helmets on from now on
That made me laugh harder than it probably should have.
When my daughter was in first grade, she said she had to go back into the house for something. I didn’t think anything of it and dropped her off at school. I got a call around 1pm because she had apparently pulled out a pair of underwear out of her locker, put them on her head, and marched into the lunchroom. That was a long con for a six year old! I couldn’t keep from laughing on the phone.
When I was in middle school I drew fan art that depicted references from all my favorite horror movies, when I was done I showed it to my friends and a few of my teachers. One of those teachers decided to tell the principal that it was a threat of violence against the students because one of the references was RedRum from the Shining. The principal, despite knowing what it was from and knowing that it was just in reference to the movie, told me it was disgusting and inappropriate for school and then ripped it to shreds right in front of me. Years later and I still haven’t been able to replicate it properly.
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I cannot express the anger I feel toward that principal and school in a civil manner.
as a fellow artist, reading that made me want to commit arson, I'm sorry that happened to you
My artist daughter got into trouble for drawing "cat people" during her Latin class instead of paying attention. Weeks later, she won a gold medal in the National Latin Exam. No more complaints from teacher.
there is only 1 thing that i could compare that to : deleting someone's minecraft world that they have had for a year
I once got in trouble for placing a library book on the floor, putting my head down during a lecture, and turning the pages with my feet.
The first time I ever missed school while in high school, I copied the note word for word and signed my mom’s signature.
Since my mother was the towns Post Master, they called the Post Office to verify that she had written the note.
Of course she had and verified it.
Every time after that that I decided to “ditch” school, I’d simply write myself a note and sign it.
Since I had already signed the original “copied” note with MY signature, pretending that it was Her signature, I got away with ditching school whenever I chose to do so.
I didn’t tell my mom about it for many years afterwards.
I was wise with my children though, LOL
Kudos to you!... from someone who took much time and effort learning to forge my mums signature. I wish I had thought of that 😏
@@shivrenjemmy LOL, it worked every time.
When I was in second grade, my Mom and Aunt who lived with us had to come to the school. I had come in with a note they wrote for me, which they didn't believe, so they sent me to the office and called them up to confirm it. The note basically said "We are not joking, his SISTER ate his homework this morning." She was at that age where anything that she could get her hands on eventually wound up in her mouth. And before anyone can ask, NO, I did not leave my homework out for her to find on purpose.
This guy left his homework out on purpose. But that is a hilarious reason to lose your homework. Another way is mom ate it (she was on drugs at the time, and even she didnt know why she ate it).
Being sent home from school for being ill... ooooh, that awakens memories.
In 8th grade one of my teachers came up to me one a completely normal day in school and told me that I looked like I was about to keel over, so I needed to go home immediately. I was fine and told him so.
A few minutes later another teacher approached me and told me to go home, and then a third, and a fourth and fifth. It was heart warming and ridiculous at the same time.
It took me a while to figure out that I was wearing a new sweatshirt that day. It was a pale yellow, and together with my complexion I got a greenish hue that looked like I was about to either barf or drop dead.
I might or might not have a pale yellow shirt to wear to specific meetings...
Whenever I wear a certain color of yellow, people ask me if I’m feeling okay. Some yellows don’t look good with my complexion.
@@nancyblockcolsky1387 Yeah, sounds familiar. Pale yellow and baby pink makes me greenish.
this story needs more likes and attention. this is hilarious!
@@ElijahD3078 Yeah, my teachers were (mostly) rather sweet.
After uni I began working as a substitute teacher at my old school and most of them were still there. Those that were gone were the ones I didn't like (a couple had died and one was thankfully long gone due to being a rapey child mol*****). On my very first day I had finished my last class for the day and as I walked past the door to the classroom on the other side of the hall I would heard the teacher arguing with a student through the pen door. It was clear that no one else was working and that everyone was following this interaction. And the teacher was losing, both the argument and his patience.
While it was my first day teaching I knew very well that you do not barge in during someone else's class to deal with students. But... I KNEW the student involved. I knew that he would do anything I asked him to do; we were next door neighbours during his formative years and I was always the one who saved him when he got in trouble. Heck, when he fell from the balcony I managed to sprint from our patio to catch him in time (I knew he would fall and began running as he began climbing down the bedsheet he had tied to the railing).
So I stepped into the classroom, walked over to my former neighbour and asked him what he was doing. He admitted that he was behaving badly and promised to behave, and then I left.
I wasn't called back for two weeks, and was convinced that they didn't want me there because I had interrupted the class.
When I stepped into the school I went into the teacher lounge to leave my jacket and backpack. Imagine my surprise when every teacher at school waited for me in a huge circle, all looking incredibly serious. I almost had a heart attack.
Turns out my ex-neighbour was the school terror (not surprising considering that his mom was an alcoholic nut who never attempted to parent him in any way; she was always black out drunk and allowed him to do what he wanted. When she was taking care of her sister's budgies while her sister was on vacation, he unalived the birds and she thought that was the funniest thing ever. And don't get me started on when she forced me to pet sit their cat and then left for three weeks instead of the two days she was supposed to be away, and refused to repay me for the food I bought for the cat. After all, she HAD left a can and surely that would last three weeks!).
Anyway, no one knew how to deal with him and he was constantly interrupting class with his bad behaviour. After my little talk he had been a perfect angel, and my teachers claimed that this was due to me.
Not really, we just knew each other really well and he adored me. I have sort of used that in my teaching career and always made sure to get to know the trouble makers. And wouldn't you know it; almost everyone turned out to adore the ground I walked on. At one school we had this group of six boys that were impossible to deal with. I struggled with them too, but I was also the one who spent the most time with them as I lived in the building between boy A and boy B and the gang mostly hung out in the area outside my building so I met them at least four times per week. Plus during school breaks, as they loved to drop by to chat.
One day I was crossing the schoolyard carrying books and work sheets. The gang, by then in 9th grade, stood to the side talking to each other, when a boy in 7th grade (he was not one of my students but he was a known troublemaker. I just hadn't interacted much with him) slammed a snow ball into my stomach with intense force. Throwing snow balls in the school yard was strictly forbidden. Throwing them at teachers even more so. He managed to hit me right in solar plexus, and thus right on my massive abominal scar. It felt like it burst open. I dropped the stuff I had been carrying as I fell to the ground, screaming in agony.
The gang immediately got into action. Three of them ran over to the boy who had thrown the ball. They knew that they were both bigger and older and they would get in trouble if they beat him up, so they calmly told him that he had messed up. Hearing that from the "worst" trouble makers at school made the boy realize just how much he had messed up.
The other three ran over to me. One picked up my things and the other made sure I was doing OK and helped me up. I was still in shock so I lifted my shirt to see what had happened to my scar. I had never told the students about my deformed body, and the boys gasped when they saw it. The scar was fine but my stomach was turning black where I had been hit. They ran over and told the boy to come see what he had done to me, and I heard the concern in their voices as they told him "You really, really hurt her! You can't throw snow balls at people!"
I had two classes per week where I had to cross the school yard. The boys memorized when that was, and took turns escorting me. One insisted on carrying books etc and the other two grabbed me under each arm as they made sure no one could harm me. My principal was incredibly touched by this, and, it was very sweet of them.
Ayy
The kid selling imaginary friends in story 8 is going places. I don't know what those places are, but he's going.
As a teen a lot of people thought I was a pot head because I spoke so slow and monotone.
Before they teased me for that "middle American" accent and I had a friend teach me how to use one from the South West. It took me the better part of a decade to relearn how to shift tones and speak at a better cadence. This last year one of my sister in laws finally found out why I sounded like that.
The kid that kept saying “omelette du fomage” from dexters lab is the best
I can relate to the cult one, in high school I started the "chip lockers" where we would get as many bags of chips from lunch and stuff them into lockers until they were full, by the end of my high school life we had 8 full length lockers full of those little snack sized chip bags, funny thing is the teachers never gave a crap until one guy started bringing foreign chips from home to help out after this the teachers cracked down on the pseudo cult we had but never managed to get rid of us, there is now a running total of ~47 lockers of chips at that school at the time of writing this.
I have a feeling they dont care because it makes them money, which they need. Chip lockers will bring fortune and prosperity to the school. You and your cult are the top funders
Damn do you ever plan to eat those
When my son was in 3rd Grade, my son's teacher demanded a parent teacher meeting with the principle over something my son was singing. During the meeting she said the lyrics and they turned out to be Pink Floyd's "Another Brick In The Wall". The principle looked at her like she had been living under a rock for a century and said "go look the song up and get back to me". He let me take my son home for the rest of the day. Apparently that teacher has only ever listened to R&B and Boy Bands.
I have a relative that decided to reward his friend for finally sticking up for himself against a bully - lunch money. I think it was $5 or something like that. I guess someone overheard, told a teacher, and next thing you know he is being suspended for "taking a hit out on a kid". I swear, you can't make this shit up. I believe his mother laughed at the principal.
When my son was in 2nd grade, he was pretty small for his age, and got picked on a lot by the class bully. My son was very composed at 7, and after enduring a days worth of bullying, turned to the kid and said matter of factly, "you know, sometimes I feel like killing you." This was the 90's, when there was a total crackdown on any remotely terroristic statements... Instant call for me to pick him up. I didn't punish him, because I knew how he felt, but luckily he was the kind of kid that you could explain things to.
Thought, we could sure use that kind of vigilance today!
I laughed so hard I cried at the pants shitting power move
"Task failed successfully"
@@NinjaBray Yes, but which is more successful at clearing a room.
@@gorillaau What?
@@NinjaBray Sorry. Schoolyard humour.
sigma oh fuck he got done dirty
Got a call about my Son for making "comments" to another child about her heritage.
They tried to make out my Son was being racist, because he asked where she came from.
After a lecture from me about what racism actually is, even the teacher had no idea why she phoned to complain.
Told our son at night.. "Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite" a few times. One day at school the teacher saw bug bites, likely mosquito bites, on his arm. Our son says "Might be bed bug bites". within an hour the school nurse and principal are at our house checking the sheets!
I was called to school because my 5th grader called her teacher George. The principal chewed me & my daughter out. I said the teacher was calling my daughter Frank. Her name is Franki. The teachers name was Georgia & I had told her if the teacher calls you Frank again to call her George. I told the principal their names are both the feminine of a male name & if the teacher keeps calling her by the wrong name she has my permission to do the same. It never happened again. I guess the teacher was ignorant of the fact she had the same kind of name as my daughter.
Had a similar problem as the kid in story #15, but I had trouble with mixing up the 'F' sound and the 'Th' sound when I was learning to speek. I got in trouble a _lot_ when I told people that my dad was a trucker and it sounded like I was saying 'f*cker'.
My son did the same thing when he was 3 😂
My brother, too. My parents always did a double take when he'd say "truck". @@RD9_Designs
"Dingaling" WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY
My 4 year old daughter had a bead up her nose. When I asked her about it, she said:
I put it in. Then I took it out. Then I put it in. Then I took it out. Then I put it in. Then I put it in. Then I put it in and I couldn't get it out.
At the ER they had an ENORMOUSLY useful tip. They had me hold her clear nostril closed and blow hard into her mouth. She still remembers this 7 years later. Said it felt weird. The bead popped right out. I shared that with other parents and one of them told me it has come in handy.
The same exact thing happened with my brother. When he was 2, there was a bead stuck in his nose. At the ER, they told my mom to hold the clear nostril shut and to blow in his mouth. Insane coincidence
Too bad when I was that age I had cotton stuck up my nose.
0:22 “and that’s how I met your mother” type ah story💀
My son brought in ( show and tell kindergarten) petrified dinosaur poop. He passed it around and when he told his class what it was the kids cried and my son was sent to the office and I was called . I came in and laughed at the teacher and principal
My son got suspended when he was in the second grade. He was very undisciplined, and he tried to disassemble the jungle gym in the classroom. The teacher called the principal to come to the classroom. Principal picked my son up by the front of his shirt and held him up so he could lecture him threateningly by yelling in his face. This put my son's feet at the level of the principal's crotch. He kicked the principal as hard as he could, and I was supposed to take him home from school, and we had to bring him to the Continuing Education person for personal education instead of being allowed to attend class. (This turned out well for me - Continuing Ed was impressed when I fixed my car in the driveway of the school building. They hired me to teach an Adult Ed class in basic automotive skills for women, which paid me for my teaching. It was interesting. One woman's husband had always done everything about taking care of her car - he would even drive to the gas station so she wouln't have to pump her own gas. He died suddenly. And she needed to know *EVERYTHING* - and she managed to learn, with my help, everything she needed to know, like how to change a tire, jump-start a dead battery, check the oil, and stuff like that. I felt very good about being able to help her. But it's the only time I've ever been successful about teaching anybody anything.
So ... the principal assaulted your son, and his self-defense was counted against him?
@@KaiHenningsen everyone knows that self defense is looked down upon in schools
I got a call from my 10 yr old son’s school saying he was being suspended for “indecent exposure”. Another boy had pantsed him, pulling down his pants and underwear in front of a teacher and a few female classmates. They were not going to hold the other boy responsible. I told the principal that was fine, but I’d be calling the police to press sexual assault charges against both the boy who pantsed him and the school. Suddenly, my son was no longer suspended. I still reported it because this wasn’t the first time victims were punished at this school.
I got sent home once in the first grade because I was explaining that my family owned a Condo in Texas at lunch since we were talking about places we'd been. Another kid said I had said Condom. Teacher had me repeat what I said and I said Condominium which apparently she didn't think a 6 year old could say? I then pointed out that it was also called a Condo and even explained verbatim what it was... Every time I said Condo caused the other kid to go bonkers, but because I sassed I was sent home.
PS, Unicorn all the way!
My Middle School principal's 6 year old son taught everyone the middle finger in my sister's kindergarten class, and they all pointed it at the music teacher one day. Sure enough, all the parents including my mom had to get called in and sit through the teacher's lecture.
Not the parent but the kid. I had really bad allergies and I was itchy all the time. Then I found out bed bugs existed. I didn’t know what they were. So I walked up to my teacher and said. “ I know why I’m so I itchy! Bedbugs!” I didn’t have bedbugs. I just had bad allergies. I was so stupid. They called my mum about it.
I absolutely lost it over story 23!
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
(Oh, and Unicorns rule! 😏🤭)
I live in South Dakota. It's Peer.
I was called to my daughter's school when she was in 3rd grade. I got to the office, and she was sitting in the vestibule, sobbing like her heart was broken. I went to her and she clutched me, shaking.
The principal came out and told her she wasn't in trouble, but she needed to talk to me for a minute.
I went inside, where we were joined by her teacher.
Here's what happened.
There was a little boy in her class that sat about 3 desks in front of her. My daughter was a little overweight and the little boy was a bully. Everytime Dorian had to pass his desk, he would make a comment about her weight.
She had awakened that morning to find that her beloved hamster had passed away, so she was upset.
The boy found out about it and when she passed his desk, he said, "Did the hamster starve because you ate all its food?"
She had enough. She grabbed him by the back of his head and slammed his face down on his desk several times, gritting her teeth, saying,"That's enough! That's enough!"
The other kids started clapping. They were sick of him too.
The teacher and principal had funny looks on their faces, and I could tell they were trying not to laugh. So was I!
I asked if the boy was ok, and he had a bloody nose, but nothing was broken.
His parents wanted to sue someone, until they found out what he had done. They made him apologize.
Dorian and he went all through school together and got to be good friends.
Unigoat
Unigoat
@@BenedyktKvasnytsya what is unigoat?
@@BenedyktKvasnytsyaAhhh! Now I get it! Definitely UNICORN!
School couldn't reach my aunt and I was homeschooled so I ended up going with my mom to pick up my cousin from the local middle school. We'd originally gotten the message that his hands were all bloody
Turns out they were all bluey which would be concerning except we eventually discovered that he was wearing brand new jeans that the color hadn't set and he was wiping his sweaty hands on them getting dye on them
So I might have a story for here, but it's as the student, not the parent. It was my freshman year at US high school, and I was in a PE class in the middle of the day. The class was to walk on a route covering two and a half miles including off campus. The problem was that I ended up hit by a car, knocking me to the ground in the parking lot of the school. My mom was called and I ended up taken to the local emergency room for MRI scans, finding the worst of my injuries were deep tissue bruising to the muscles around my lumbar spine (the section right above your hips and butt) and a badly sprained ankle, leaving me with a note allowing me to sit out two weeks of PE classes, but no brain or bone injuries that required treatment besides some turbocharged NSAD drugs to tamp down swelling and a brace for my ankle.
I got called because my daughter was Reading in Math class. (Not paying attention to the lesson) It was the craziest thing I'd heard. "We're calling to inform you that your student was, well, reading." *Gasp* Not my child, I'll make sure it never happens again!
At 64 years old, what I find interesting is that when I was a child teachers disciplined students for most of these behaviors but never sent the student home. I suspect my five older brothers would have gotten in a lot more trouble if it meant going home
My mom laughed at this when I was super little.
So in the third grade, we found out that I was allergic to bee stings, not deadly or anything like that. I just get hives and the spot that got stung gets super swollen.
So picture an eight-year-old blind kid with a long white cane playing on the playground with his friends. He gets super excited over something and then proceeds to slam his hand down for emphasis on one of the playground bars where apparently a bee was squished, it stinger up.
Ran to the supervisor overlooking recess, they sent me to the nurse. The nurse saw that my hands which were already naturally pretty big were super swollen. My mom picks me up. She and I laugh and she gets me ice cream.
no parents were called in but one of my funniest childhood actions.
hated carrots, still do. i was in preschool and we had carrots for a snack. would not touch them. 4yo me had the big brain idea to say i was allergic to carrots. my parents found out when i was leaving on my last day there, one of the ppl there told my mom to tell whoever i went to next about my “carrot allergy”.
Not a parent but I got to witness the aftermath of my little cousin. It went something like this:
TJ: "Your eyes are brown cause you're full of shit"
Cayden: "Your skin is brown cause you're made of shit!"
Needless to say he got in trouble 😂
My sister-in-law got called to the school to pick up my niece because she hit a boy. The boy tried to kiss my niece (on the cheek) and she turned around and whacked him. They are both six
In 5th grade my child found a broiler pan on the way to school. Needless to say she put it in her backpack and tried to tell the teacher she needed it to make cookies.
Story 5 reminds me of the time I got a bump on my head. This technically had nothing to do with school, but I was at a sprinkler park when I was at a very young age (I can't remember). Anyway, a few times going to the sprinkler park was pretty fun during the summer but I still preferred a swim in a pool. I don't know what the ground around the sprinkler park was made of, but to put this as short as I can to just cut to the chase, my feet slipped when I took a step backwards and fell on my back. Not just my back, but the back of my head as well. Ground felt like I just hit concrete pavement head first and it was an unforgettable experience. Mostly unforgettable for how much I cried because of the surge of pain I was feeling that felt like I cracked my head open. I was only lucky there was no blood spilling out, but that did create a short bump on my head. A week later I had forgotten about it and merely a month ahead of time it seemed to be unnoticeable/healed. Needless to say, I never wanted to go to another sprinkler park after that. It was like it was spoken without words to my family members who were there during the incident of mine, spread word about like gossip, and we just kept to going to the pool instead from then on.
Side comment: Story 7 reminds me of a random story I found on the internet once through google search. Some boy in one of the first few grades of schooling was asked by a girl in his class if he could write "Superman" on her arm with a sharpie like a tattoo. Not long after he was written up and hid under a table because he got in big trouble. He was taken up by his teacher and his father was called on the phone. When his dad on the phone asked what his son did, the teacher had simply put that instead of writing "Superman" on the girls arm, he had written the word "S**t" instead. And his father laughed so hard on the phone that he started crying.
I had quite an interesting incident. When I was young, my parents let me have my hair however I wanted it. So I just let it grow long. In kindergarten or first grade (I can't remember) some kids were making fun of me, telling me that I was a girl on account of my long hair. I got ticked after like 5 minutes of trying to correct them I got fed up with them and just shouted "Want me to prove it?!" and pulled my pants down.
I have no memories of this incident but my dad said he couldn't stop laughing.
I was the kid in this situation. I had some chocolate in my lunch. They only allowed chocolate if it was a chocolate-covered biscuit. I said that seemed petty. I must've been about 5.
My parents got called to school in kindergarten because I said “my dad is a police officer, don’t say mean things” to some kid in my class who had been bullying one of my friends. The whole incident was hilarious, my parents have a picture of the note the teacher sent hanging in our office (computer room). 😂
15:14 My siblings and I were born in CA and lived there until I was 9. My older brother had trouble pronouncing his r sounds in words so he had years of speech therapy to fix it. fast forward to when we moved. We moved across the country to MA, guess my parents shouldn't have put my brother through speech therapy after all 😆 We all still joke that a speech impediment on one side of the country is fine on the other.
I went to school in Germany, where we also have strong regional accents. In our region, we add "sh" sounds. So after we had moved cross country, my class mates would laugh at my alleged "speech impediment" while someone told the teacher I was doing it on purpose to mock her. I was livid that the teacher believed that cr@# for one second, after all we had moved to an area that had their own strong accent and were accustomed to people talking according to their heritage.
In pre-K and kindergarten, I would never sleep during nap time. The one and only time I actually did fall asleep I apparently broke out in such a profuse sweat, that the teachers could tell I was running a high fever just by looking at me. The teachers took all the other kids out of the room after nap time and let me sleep until my mom was already in the classroom to collect me.
I have a good one. A few years ago when my daughter was 16 and in high school I got called in by a teacher because she was being disrespectful in class and is about to start a gang so she will cut 3 grades from her report.
The reason ... Because my daughter was cold and the teacher refused to let her close the window behind her so she put on her hoodie in class 🙄
Also we live in Greece
My mother found my collection of missed school excuse slips that I signed her name on. My mother brought slips to school and gave them to the school principal, and I did 2 weeks' worth of detention on all the days of school I skipped out on
My dad had to go get my sister because she trusted a fart. It wasn’t a fart. It was full blown diarrhea, and apparently it wouldn’t stop coming out. That’s when dad learned to never give my sister Taco Bell, ever.
My parents got called for me after I had a klutz attack and fell eyeball first right into a doorknob. My parents arrive to find me sitting in the back of an ambulance insisting I was fine with my uncle insisting back that I needed to go to the hospital because my eye was all wrong.
(By this point, my eye had frozen in place and was beginning its slow turn toward my left eyelid. It would eventually get removed much later after it became necrotic. I love my prosthetic eyes! I have my work eye which matches my other eye, and my cats eye, which I wear all the time when not working. I actually looked forward to wearing a prosthetic eye.)
I lost the argument and ended up going to the hospital. Broken eye socket. I had one hell of a black eye. There’s not much that can be done for a broken eye socket. A pin can be put in to stabilize the fracture if needed. I lucked out on that.
I've actually got one from my school days.
I was a brat, always got phantom tummyaches that kept me out of class. One day, I genuinely don't feel right. Not even bad, just not right. Mom tells me to get to school.
That day, we were going to go to the outskirts of town on a field trip. There's this park you could watch the salmon swim up river in spawning season. Beautiful stuff.
Unfortunately, I only wound up seeing it the following year. No sooner did the bus pull in to the campground that I was certain something was BADLY wrong. After a stint in a porta potty, I found my vice principal, who looked at me like I was a ghost. Wound up laying down in the back of her SUV, developing a fever as she called my mom.
Mom rushes out when she realizes I wasn't just being a brat, and picks me up. At this point, my skin had completely lost colour, and mom was talking me through symptoms. I was perfectly lucid, and I didn't feel like it was life threatening, I just felt like absolute crap.
Get home, I go to hop in a bath. I get my shirt off, look down, and walk out of the bathroom. Spots. Little Red Devils everywhere.
Mom and I make eye contact, we both realize she sent me to school with chicken pox, and we both buckle over laughing. No actual words said.
Happy ending all around too. Mom doted on me the next week despite the fact she worked full time. She'd call me to make sure my condition was OK. Roped her boss into it too, the lovely old coot. I didn't even get anyone else sick cause mom always taught me to cover my dang mouth when I coughed.
Can we talk about how in story 1, a bully sexually assaulted OP's son, but it was the *SON* that was sent to the principal, *NOT* the bully?!
funny story, in Elementary and middle school, i was tired after lunch constantly, so i would go under the teacher's desk, curl up in a ball and nap. my grandma would always have to come to the school because: "your grandchild is skipping class." and funny thing is, the teachers knew of my ability to fit into small spaces, but they never checked under the teacher's desk.
11:07 Story 25
I'm not even suprised, that is most certainly something I'd expect out of the 8th grade boys bathroom when I was in middle school
nice pfp!
@@BluSkylerThePerlandRaider Thanks, same to you
@@NinjaBray I love sao
Also when I was in Kindergarten, before I could speak due to my Autism, I managed to convince the teachers while crying my eyes out that I had lost my cat. They assumed I somehow snuck my pet cat to class and were staying after hours, trying to help me find it. It was my imaginary cat, Fluffy.
OK got called to the school once and told my son was hiding his papers they sent home and signing them himself ...I apologized to the teacher promised to check carefully for his papers from then on then took my son out to the car and we both went out to celebrate our victory. You see 6 months earlier I bet my son that his teacher didn't pay attention to what was signed on his homework she sent home and so from that day on I signed his papers with something completely stupid like Bugs Bunny, George Washington, Pepe Le Pew...yeah you get it ....for 6 months she never noticed but the one day I forget to sign his paper and he signs my actual name himself she notices rotflmao.
My mom told me this story:
When I was in second grade ( think) my mom had gotten a calling saying that I wouldn’t eat the school lunch. So she came to the school to find out that I told everyone that she was bringing me food and wouldn’t eat anything else. Best story and day ever 😂
14:21 chemistry nerd approved
And completely crapped my pants, in the most ✨Glorious✨ fashion.
Back in the day the son of a buddy of mine found his dad's porn stash and thought it a good idea to bring it to school where he was promptly caught with it. Dad had to go meet with the principal the next day and reclaim his pile of tattered spank mags. The secretaries knew exactly why he was there and were all were smiles as he emerged from the principals office carrying his cardboard box of shame. He said it was the longest 30 minutes of his life.