Someone got me into a first fight but I somehow was also in the wrong

Someone -- I don't know who -- claimed I had broken into a classroom. I had not. They could not prove I had. There was no clear motive. Just an allegation. I felt like the principal had an axe to grind with me throughout high school and in hindsight my attitude and responses like, "I don't want to be here at all. Why would I break into a classroom that I have zero interest in being in?" probably did not help.

Ended with me getting a three day suspension. My parents seemed to think the whole ordeal was really stupid. If they doubted I was telling the truth, they didn't say it and I didn't get into any more trouble at home.

It may not be the strangest, but it shows how some teachers just don't like you personnally for no reason. I don't know the English grade system so I was around 14-15yrs old I'd say. Drawing teacher gave me 2 hours of detention which I didn't know (I learned it because I stood in school as my parents couldn't take me early). So I learned that, I had an exercise to draw again the same exercise because my previous drawing was "bad" and he thought I didn't spend enough time on it. Surprise, the girl who has had the greatest grades in art, and happened to be my friend, suggested to draw it for me. So I said yes and she drew for me, I didn't do anything.

I gave that back to the teacher, he did not even gave me 10/20 (that's how grade works here). So I had a bad grade, I don't remember exactly but he said I had not worked enough as habits.

Bastard.

I "broke into" a room I officially had been given a key to by the headmaster.

I was the new head of our student newspaper at the time and as such had been given a key to the room. The former head didn't go out in good graces and hated my guts. And claimed I came in before I officially was the head and stole something from him. In reality I had cleaned up the crazy mess he left -partially with the help of a teacher.

....well, the former head was well connected, I wasn't as I was a troublemaker and the administration loved to have a cause to kick me out.

Funnily enough I did enough other shit to warrant that...but they didn't catch me with that...

got in trouble in kinder or elementary for muttering some of the lines in lion king, a snitch student thought it was cursing and informed the teacher of it.

In pre-K I read the course storybook correctly without mistakes and I got in trouble for "memorizing the text"

The punishment? Standing next to a plastic frog for the day.

Freshman year. Me and a guy from another class got pulled in by the guidance counselor. He told us some girls from a higher year told him we brought porno mags to school. We were literally just a few months into high school and I barely knew the other guy. Maybe that was their idea of a prank? Anyway, nothing came out of it fortunately.

Nothing serious but our history teacher once accused me of being on my phone during class when I was reading something about venice in the textbook and not paying attention. She then did not believe me and I had to go up to her desk and sut in her chair so I could see how she supposedly could see me using my phone from there.

Managed to not do my homework for a few months. Whatever check sheet the teacher used must have had my name in such a way she didn't notice the empty row, until the day she did. 'and the week before that, and the week before that' getting progressively louder.

Exchanging bandaids.

Robbing a bunch of sweets from the principals office. I was a very young kid

Not wanting to play sports.

Brought a flail to school, for "punk day". Oak, leather-wrapped handle. 3 heavy 3-foot long chains. Brass hardware. Magnificent.

Physics prof face was total anxiety.

Oh ya, he took it away for the day. I took it home no prob.

I made it. The brass part was from a lamp post. Not exactly military grade but I could fuck stuff up.

I threw an apple core under a school bus.

I had just finished my apple at the bus stop and decided to toss the core before boarding. A woman at the bus stop told the driver I violently threw a rock under the bus. By the time I made it to school, it somehow had become glass through her calling the school.

Never did learn why that woman had such a bad day.

I drew a caricature of Osama Bin Laden on a handout for our presentation that was given to other students. I don't know why I did that but I thought it would be funny. My teacher was not happy at all and I got into some serious trouble.