Hey Pandas, What Is A Stupid Reason You’ve Gotten In Trouble For? (Closed)

I got in trouble for accidentally getting stuck in a mud hole while running through the playground. I didn't see it and stepped hard into it and couldn't get out. So because I caused "such a ruckus" (her words) apparently just trying to get unstuck a crowd formed and my teacher (the her in question) who was on yard duty at that time said "if anyone helps her I will have you expelled overnight." After one kid brave enough to help me got me unstuck she suspended me for getting stuck and bothering all the students for help, and tried to get him expelled like she said for helping me but couldn't. she was an absolute horrible woman.

My gf and I worked at a restaurant that happened to serve pie. We went to the back to go take stock of the pies we had, and put a new one in the front case. When we picked up one of the fruit pies (with a pretty perforated crust)… an entire swarm of flies shot out of the pie. I mean *shot out* at our faces. Obviously we trashed the pie, and to our horror, the other fruit pies had the same problem. Anyway, my gf and I got reprimanded because we threw away four whole pies. The audacity of us to throw away pies that were so graciously housing hundreds of fruit flies. (The manager suggested that they could have been salvaged…)

i got suspended for 1 week for saying that santa didint exist

In high school, I got grounded for a house party my older brother threw while my parents were out of town. I was at my grandmas the whole week, where they sent me.

Dress coded at school. Need I say more?

As a child I would always get yelled at because of the most minor incidents. There was only me, my sister, and our mother, so no other people around for support either. Such as when I wanted to help putting groceries away after being to the store. I got yelled at because I did not close the door to a cupboard all the way, after I had put food in there. Next time I remembered to close those doors. But then mum starting yelling at me, because she thought it was not "necessary" to have those doors closed all the way.

If I came home from school before mum came home from work, I wanted to fix something for dinner. Of course I made enough for both of us. But when she finally came, she only took a few pieces of bread plus a cup of coffe. Then she started bitching and moaning about how I was "wasted" her food (and therefore her money) on something she was not interested in. So I did not bother with making any dinner after that (and even if I did, I only made enough for myself) but then she startet to complain even more, how "stupid" and "selfish" she thought I was because I only made dinner for myself.

When she wanted to get laminated floors where we lived, I was not allowed to walk with shoes inside at all. Not even in the small entrance where she did not bother with new floors. So I had to take of my shoes outside the house, and leave my shoes outside the door - either at the porch on one side of the house, or at the entrance on the other side of the house. But my mom (and my older sister) still walked all over the house with dirty shoes on. They could walk in from the porch (on one side of the house) walk through the kitchen and living-room, before finally taking their shoes of at the other entrance. But I still had to take my shoes of outside the house. But if I took my shoes off, mom would claim that I got dirty socks by stepping on the porch with only socks on. So she would still get pist off. Yeah, I got yelled at if I walked inside with shoes on. If I took my shoes off, and walked in with my socks on. Or if I took both my shoes and socks off, and walked in barefoot. No matter what I did, I would still get yelled at. But my older sister could still do what ever she wanted. But if I tried to do the exact same thing, I would never hear the end of it.

Got in trouble for arguing with someone who was screaming homophobic slurs at me and my friends
He got off with not even a warning

Oh ho ho, I been waiting for this.

Only happened a few years ago.

I was in middle school. I had just gotten my period the day before so was kind of new to it. At lunch, my old felt kind of heavy, and the rules were you could go to the bathroom but since it was so cold no leaving the cafeteria for anything else.

Well I started feeling self conscious, thinking, oh god, this must be over flowing! And what if it drips? And that’s my crush over there…

Anyways, I bring my backpack with me to go to the bathroom. Change my pad, feel much better, and go back.

As I’m about to sit down a FEMALE monitor walks over to me. “Where were you?”
“I was going to the bathroom.”
“With your backpack?”
“…Yes.”
“And why, other then sneaking out, would you bring your backpack to the bathroom with you?”
“Uhm, you know..” I tried to give her to look.
She scoffed. “I don’t know.”
Quite a few heads were turning as she scolded me, asking what I was doing. You think a sixth grader went and vaped in the bathroom or something just now?
The fact she was a female, an adult, and someone who should understand this, made me question human existence.
She tried to send me to the principal, thinking I had snuck out. She brought another monitor over, and told her. This monitor just sighed. She bent down real close, and whispered, “Was it your period?” And I nodded.
She then pulled the monitor aside and told her. The monitor seemed defeated.
And to think this monitor was almost TRYING to embarrass me in front of everyone in my grade, while I’m a self conscious girl who doesn’t know much about periods and was kind of nervous about my first one.
Fūck you

So I use music and art as a huge coping mechanism. Like there's a lot that goes through my head and a lot going on in my life so I just use music and art to kinda defuse everything. So a while back I was having sorta a rough day and I just needed a break. So I pick up my guitar and started working on a song I've been trying to learn (perfume by lovejoy, highly recommend) and a few minutes later my mom comes bursting through the door. She was furious that I would playing guitar when there were things that still needed to be done around the house....things I had literally done that morning....I showed her that I had already completed these items and still got into trouble for playing. Now I kinda avoid music or painting when my parents are around...Those two are the ones they hate the most so....

When I was 6 I got in trouble because my mom thought my 2 year old brother had eaten a rock from my rock collection (he didn't). I had to sort through all my rocks and prove none were missing but at that point my butt was already sore..

At my Montessori school, we would go to this cabin in the woods biannually. The week we were going to go (we departed on Thursdays) we would prep food. I got in trouble for making chocolate muffins instead of chocolate CHIP muffins. Because it’s too similar to a cupcake. Literally changed 0 ingredients or quantities, just melted the chocolate chips and mixed in instead of putting them in as chips.

I was punished for jumping off the swing and breaking my leg

I looked at my mother wrongly.

I got written up & my wages cut down $3.50 by my supervisor at work for being late one day. (I overslept by 45 minutes) My supervisor is late every single day by AT LEAST 10 minutes & takes 2.5 hour long lunch breaks with no repercussions. I love my job but my supervisor is completely useless.

I was called up to the prprincipal'office, as a teacher, for telling my students, during a lecture on the Holocaust, that mass murder was not okay. My "opinion" had no place in the classroom. I am jewish. I broke my contract that very day.

Once I got suspended for telling my principal that one of the aids cursed, which was the truth. So when I got home I told my mom what happened, and she told the principal to unsuspend me and take the incident off my record. So after that the principal told my mom that she couldn't unsuspend me "even though the principal could." And then a rumor started and my mom got mad at me, and after that I did nothing but sit in my room and talk to myself like an insane person.

I remember when I was in the 4th grade, I got in trouble on a test, because I switched my pen. That's right. In the middle of the test my blue pen ran out, so I switched it to a black one, and I got an F, even though I had gotten all of the questions right. I asked the teacher, and he looked at me like I was mad for even asking why I got a bad grade, and I was almost in tears, because I had gotten every quetion right! Anyway, he never fixed my grade, and 5 years later, I'm still mad.

My brother kicked me dead-ass in the shin, with BRUTE FORCE and obviously I started crying a little. I was also on the phone with my sister, I don't ever see cause she is on another continent. I hadn't talked to her in a while and then my dad called me to his study and I got in trouble because I complained that my brother kicked me hard. I had to go to bed, not make any more noise and couldn't talk to my sister.

I was around 17 and had had my driver's license for about a year. My dad listened to a police scanner everyday, as he was off work for surgery. So I was driving about a block away from home and had gotten pulled over by a police officer for running a yellow stop light. My dad heard my name come over the police scanner, ran over to my car and proceeded to bitch at me for running a YELLOW light! After my dad told me to get my butt home and park the car when the cop was done, the cop told my dad to go home lol. The cop gave me a warning but my dad grounded me. So lame.

When in high school I drew a picture that was a harmless exercise in sick humor. To understand it, I'd have to type three or four paragraphs explaining i) two stupid movies, ii) a stupid TV show, and iii) a silly Star Wars fanfic I wrote as a teen. I showed the drawing to some classmates. The teacher was appalled, and accused me of being a monster. He wouldn't budge even though he brought me to tears!