What was your worst, most stupid punishment you received at school?

Question

the worst one i have heard was writing an essay on the sex life of a peanut!

Answer 1

In 6th grade I was about to hand in a paper and realized that my name was not on it. I scrawled it down real fast and handed the paper up.
When the teacher passed the papers back she made a big deal in front of the whole class that I had spelled my name wrong. "Shouldn't a 6th grader know how to spell her name?" In reality I just left out a letter from writing it so fast.
She made me write my name 500 times so that I would not forget how to spell it again. Seriously she is a moron. Everyone makes mistakes and that consequence was ridiculous.

Answer 2

Reading these answers is so funny! Surely your punishment was easy though? I can't imagine that a peanut has much of a sex life..

I once was made to do two pages of algebra questions for talking in class (or was because I asked my teacher Mrs Horne if she was horny? Meaning how did she pronounce her name...), then after it had taken me 2 hours to do my teacher didn't even read it and ripped it up into small pieces in front of the class. She also told me I was lazy and would never get anywhere in life - if you're reading this Mrs Horne, I'm now a doctor! Ha ha

Answer 3

Saturday morning work crew. Instead of after school detention, we had to come in at 7:30 am and clean up the school. Was effective but hated to get up so early on a Saturday. Dont think I could remember one as good as the essay on the peanut though.

Answer 4

I can remember getting shouted at and embarassed in front of the whole class in year 4 at primary school (when I was 8 or 9) just for scratching my nose!

The teacher for that year had an obsessive problem with people picking their nose (not that I ever have in public, ewwwww), and because I was briefly scratching my nose and the very edge of my nostril and she spotted me, she went schizo screaming blue murder at me for picking my nose, and how disgusting and filthy and unholy (catholic school....) it is, and to go and wash my hands in really hot water!!! FFS I wasn't picking my nose, I can't help if it's itchy! Don't to this day know why it was such a problem, she usually spat all over people she was shouting at and I think that's far more disgusting!!! Ewww!

Then again what else would you expect at a school where children who had school dinners were screamed at by nutty dinner ladies and forced to eat food that they didn't like til they chucked up (in my case plum tomatoes, in my brother's mashed potato...he still doesn't like it now and he's 22).

I left primary school in 1993 and my brother in 1995 btw

Answer 5

At school, I just could not sew. Our teacher was a sewing fanatic. I was on this one buttonhole and could get no further. Every Friday I would take it home, wash and iron it and then take it back. It was in bits from constantly being sewed and ripped. One day she decided to have a stocktake of all the sewing boxes, beginning with mine. When she saw the lone buttonhole she told me to go down and get the rest of my stuff. When she realised there was no more and I had been working on this sole litttle thing for a year, she went berserk! She flung my sewing box at my head and gave me eight slaps with the ruler. My father came up to the school and lifted her. He also told her that anything I needed to learn about sewing, my two brothers, who were studying tailoring, could teach me. It had a happy ending because my Dad was very handsome and she, being a young teacher, fancied the pants off him. She was as nice as pie to me after that and always asking about him. My mother wasn't too pleased! God, you've brought me back so many memories with your question.

Answer 6

Being told to write a ten page essay on The Sewers of Paris.

Answer 7

When I was in the fifth grade,my teacher told her class that anyone who failed the test she was about to give,they would get a paddle.Several students failed the test,including myself,and true to her word,we each had to stand in front of the class and receive a swat with the paddle.You know,the kind of paddle with holes in it to ensure a higher pain factor? It was only one swat,but I sure had to fight to keep from crying.It hurt like crazy,and it felt like my butt was on fire,but noone else was crying,so I certainly wasn't going to.

Answer 8

I was one of those children who liked writing with really short pencils so the teacher would give me a nice new one and I'd sharpen it down to about 5cm, using the electric pencil sharpener, then start writing with it. She caught me and made me sharpen lengths of wooden dowel down to nothing. Each time I finished she gave me another one. I can't remember how many I did now, but my hands were really sore!

Answer 9

My worst punishment was picking up rubbish from the school yard.....it doesn't sound too bad until I had to pick up a used condom still full! Lucky I had a pole with a spike in it!!!!!

Answer 10

I and a friend were once accused of deliberately keeping a little girl from getting through the school gate and going home to lunch. In fact we'd opened the gate (which we were swinging on) as soon as we noticed her, and ushered her through, but she told her mother we had kept her there on purpose. Her mother complained to our head teacher and we were made to apologise for something we had not done. I wish now I'd stuck to my guns and refused to apologise. I only told my mum years later and she said she would have backed me up if I had.