School Horror Stories?

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When I started first grade it was at a different school with different rules all the first grade special education students had to put on these little yellow signs around their necks so a teacher can make sure they were on the right bus. I was getting on the right bus when all of a sudden the music teacher called me over to check to see if I was getting on the right bus. When he read my sign he took me by the hand and put me on a different bus. The bus he put me on was the wrong bus and it was not even going in the right direction. I was on the bus and was the last kid on the bus so I asked the bus driver when was she going to get to my stop? She asked me where I lived and her jaw dropped. I live across the street from the bus garage so they had no problem getting me home. It took them over an hour to get me to my bus stop. My parents were frantic with worry.

The next day my parents wanted someone's blood over scarring the hell out of them so they contacted the school and told them what I told the bus drivers and my parents. The music teacher turned out was dsylexic and had trouble reading the bus number on the sign or least that is what he told my parents. My parents were mad because he pulled me off the right bus and I had no trouble when I was in kindergarden getting on the right bus.

So any of you have any school horror stories you would like to share?

Also with the school bus:

My identical twin sister accidentally got on the wrong bus. We both went into panicked mutism mode at thinking the other had been kidnapped by aliens or fallen down an open manhole cover or something.

When I was deposited at home, my folks were furious with me for not pointing out that my sister wasn't on the bus. Meanwhile my sister was discovered several hours later, in the bus depot, still sitting in her seat.

Can you tell this was all back in the day when you didn't get diagnosed with Aspergers, you got a swat across the head and called an idiot?

I also recently found out that I was sent home repeatedly for trying to crawl under my desk and refusing to talk or come out. I'd almost completely banished it from my memory, except for one instance when my dad just about killed me for it.