Trouble lol where to start. In high school, a group of girls were hanging from a sewage pipe in the bathroom. The second someone else took a picture, the thing broke and **** went everywhere. The lockerrooms were flooded for a day. Their punishment was to organise a charity non-uniform day!
In middle school, my friend and I wrote really rude stuff all over the back of a drawing I did in art. Stupidly, I handed it in. My logic was that they would mark the piece of art and not look at the bloody back of it. Anyway, we were in a lot of trouble for that. I didn't write the majority of the rude things, but we got an equal punishment.
That same friend also threw someones French book out a window. I just find that so damn funny.
I was always in trouble for things like not having my hair tied-up, wearing too short a skirt, nail varnish, inappropriate shoes and at Sixth Form, inappropriate uniform. My HOY has bloody threatened to not enter me for my A2 exams in the summer if this problem does not improve.
On a snow day in my last year of high school, only a few of us turned up. There were no lessons running, but the Headmistress (a mighty fierce woman) told us we all had to stay in school. Ignoring this, I left (along with about half of the others) and met up with two boys. We bumped straight into her. My God I had never been so scared in my life. The letter she wrote home noted the two lads I was with. I nearly got expelled for that. Not good.
Once I got my birthday cake confiscated off me. On my bloody birthday.
My last year of high school was a turbulent one, I was going through a lot of **** at home. I was rude to a golf teacher and didn't want to "participate" in golf, because it's a bloody waste of time quite frankly. I had to go see my HOY and the Head of P.E. I was told that my academic skills would be nothing if my body was nothing. I.e. thou shall play golf.
In Sixth Form we have to wear lanyards. I got into a fight with the Headmaster because he thought I was being rude about wearing mine. He asked my name, I told him, and then I asked quite reasonably why he didn't know my name. He fumed there are 1200 pupils in this school, and do you know 1200 names? Went to see him in his office after that, when I smiled to myself over the pink rug he has in his office, he threatened to defame my UCAS reference.
A friend of mine went home for a free and came back to school paraletic drunk. I had to look after her in the locker-rooms, but eventually we had to take her to the nurse. With hindsight I would've acted differently, she got a suspension for that.
I've had two internals, both resulting from not going to detentions. The first one was given to me by a caretaker (?!) for crossing through a gate I'm not supposed to. He put his arm out to stop me and it was across my chest. So this was my defence and I walked away from him. The school did not take my side.
The second was for not going to a uniform detention.
All in all, what I have consistently hated about school is rules for the sake of bloody rules.
Thumbs up to everyone in this thread.