Did anyone else ever have an incident like this as a child?

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I was always the "well-behaved" student who always followed the rules and did what I was told. So I hardly ever got in trouble, and when I did, it was always because of a misunderstanding.

In 6th grade, my teacher handed me an envelope and told me to give it to another teacher a few doors down the hallway. So I went to deliver the envelope. A hallway monitor suddenly took me aside and asked me for a hallway pass. I did not have a hallway pass, only this envelope to deliver to a teacher. I tried to explain this to the hallway monitor, but he said "That's no excuse."

I got in trouble for not having a hallway pass and I was escorted to the dean's office to be reprimanded and given a conduct notice. I was so frightened and upset that I was sobbing, and my face had turned red and splotchy, and I was shaking uncontrollablly. I was in full meltdown-mode. The dean said, "Stop being a crybaby. You aren't going to get any pity from me by crying."

Then they called my teacher to the dean's office to come bring me back to the classroom. When the teacher saw what had happened, she apologized profusely to me and corrected things with the dean. She also helped me calm down and wash the tears off my face. After that I always made sure the teacher gave me a hallway pass whenever they wanted me to do something.

Honestly, I can relate to almost every story that has been posted here, thusfar.

I really relate to the being rule-bound, and then finding out you'd broken a rule you hadn't even known was there.

I went to a very strict grammar school. We always had to walk up the stairs on the right side--never the left side. And believe me, if some poor soul went up the left side, the principal was always at the top of that particular stairway. We had over a dozen stairways in the school, so I don't know how he did it, but he was pretty much omnipresent. And scary. Being sent "to the (detention) bench" was a very serious thing. At least, in my mind. Some kids got sent to the bench every other day and it was no big deal. They got chewed out by the principal in very angry, ominous tones, and it didn't seem to phase them much. But to me, it was like facing doom.

I once almost got sent to the bench...Actually, I would have been sent there, but the principal was eating lunch, so I had to meet with him in the cafetaria. Here's the terrible thing I did:

We had a rule at our school. In the cafeteria, it was 4 to a table, and you always had to sit at the same table with the same three people. Another rule was that you could not share your lunch with anyone. I thought that meant, the main portion of your lunch--you know, the nutritious part. I couldn't imagine it would extend to potato chips. I figured they were concerned that children not trade a tuna sandwich for a cupcake and thus end up nutritionally deprived. (Typical Apsie logic.) Anyway, one day, I was too full to eat my potato chips, so I gave them to Larry, one of the guys at my table. I didn't trade them; I gave them. Later, when we were getting ready to get back to class, I saw Bobby punch Larry in the stomach. I thought, wow, that must have hurt, but the teachers were already dragging them up to the principal's office, so I just went back to class.

10 minutes later, someone from the principal's office comes into my classroom unannounced and says that Dr. X wants to see ME. I thought I was going to faint. I got all flushed and scared. I went back to the cafeteria, and there he was, bigger than life, along with Larry and Bobby. He said, "Do you know the problem you've caused between these two boys?" and I said, "I don't understand." He said, "You gave part of your lunch to Larry, and the boys started fighting over it."

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Showing my best pre-feminist colors, I said, "I just gave Larry the chips. I'm not responsible for them fighting." Let's just say the principal was not pleased with my view of the situation. He talked at me for about 15 minutes over that. Of course, I can't remember any of it. I was on sensory overload, hovering somewhere between highly indignant and abjectly terrified.

On the upside, I was the talk of the school for a few hours..."Did you hear that Little Miss Perfect got sent to the BENCH?"

Well, I did a lot of small things, but these stick out the most.

In fourth grade, I was coming back to the classroom from one of my "Fine Motor Learning Sessions" (my parents didn't tell me it was special ed), and I came in the room and asked what I missed. Naturally, I got yelled at and was told to wait outside. After, like, the worst minute of my life, my teacher came out. He was yelling at me, and finally he said
"The world doesn't revolve around you." Using my "Aspie logic," I thought it would make me sound more intelligent if I said
"Of course not! It revolves around the sun!" I had to look up and write the exact dictionary definition of the words "Naughty," "Mean," and "Backtalk." I also had to write "Backtalk to teachers is wrong." 100 times.

Another fourth grade incident was in art class with my evil art teacher. So I was hanging with my boyfriend Chris. And this mean, but scrawny and idiotic, kid named Allen who thought he was Chris's best friend started making that signal to me, you know, when you run your fingers across your neck in a motion that represents a knife and says "I'm going to kill you." So I started making the "finger going in a circle pointing to your ear" motion that says "You're crazy," hoping to get him to stop. My art teacher sees me and yells at me to go to the principal, and it's my first time ever being sent to the principal. So, I protest and try to tell her that it was Allen, but get yelled at instead. So I just leave with tears streaming down my eyes. The school therapist sees me crying, walking down the hall and asks me what's wrong, and I tell her everything. She takes me to the principal, but to sort things out. He understands my side, and suspends Allen. After winter break, the art teacher was fired.

When I was in second grade our teacher would reward perfect scores on spelling tests with a hershey's kiss. So one time I was grading my own test (I don't recall if this was normal or an exception), and as far as I could tell I had spelled everything exactly like the teacher had just told us. I raised my hand when the teacher asked who had gotten a hundred percent on the test, but just as I was popping the chocolate reward into my mouth the boy sitting next to me (whose name happened to start with "J") yelled out "She lied! She didn't spell everything right! Her "J" is backwards in that word!". The teacher got angry and told me that she was going to tell my mother I lied and that for lying I was not going to get another hershey's kiss again, no matter what my score. I flipped out, because I hadn't realized the "J" was backwards and as I obviously wrote it that way in the first place thinking it was correct there was no way for me to realize it was wrong, and here I was being called a liar for it! Not having the candy didn't bother me, but I couldn't stand being told I had lied when I knew I had not. I was sent to the coat closet until I calmed down, so naturally I was there for the rest of the afternoon. I still get a bit upset when I think of how unfair that was... But then again, that same teacher later called me lazy for having bad penmanship when I had a cast on for a broken wrist, so maybe the problem really was hers and not mine.

I also routinely got in trouble on the playground for imitating other kids (both words and actions, not with malicious intent but because I was trying to figure out what they were doing). Eventually it occurred to me that maybe I should not do this right in front of the person I was imitating, which led to a lot of hiding away in weird spots on the playground and talking to myself. I got in trouble for that too, but only when they found me

This happened just the other day:
I was in math class, and one of my math teachers mispronounced the word 'octagonal'. I corrected her in the middle of her lecture. I didn't get in trouble. She likes me. She just chuckled and told me thank you. (though I think the 'thank you' may have been sarcastic...)

I had a similar incident, only it was vomit instead of urine. I put my hand up but the teacher ignored me. After I was sick he told me off for not just getting up and going to the bathroom, but there was no way I could ever have imaged that I should ever get up out of my chair and leave the room in the middle of class, without direct permission to do so.

I think they were being a little rediculous. I bet any kid, NT or not, would have done the same thing.

I remember in 1st or 2nd grade I played with this one girl's hair. She looked at me weird. I liked her hair cause it was a big poof, and it felt nice. I didn't know any better lol. I was a weird kid. I pulled my pants down in 3rd grade. I forget why though. Everybody liked me though, mainly because I knew all the answers hahaha. In 2nd grade I helped the teacher by installing the new software on her computer. (She was kinda old; she knew nothing of computers).

That sounds really f*ed up. Why aren't they ever harsh like that on the bullies who truly deserve it?

We all have those stories: I had to argue with my gr 10 religion teacvher to get up and leave class in the middle of a test to go throw up... I finally convinced her, on the fact that my test was done and handed in, and that "how can I cheat if I already handed in the test?" Unfortunatly, by the time I got out of class, it was all over the floor everywhere. I decided I would take extra long and get the paperwork done to head home, then come back to class... I started to get yelled at for not letting the teacher know where I was, and then informed her of my illness, and she was like "oh.........." She was a good teacher...... very understanding.......... Anyways, I grab my stuff and leave, head home on the bus, and find that my step mom was home, when I thought she had gone with my dad to take my lil bro to get his triweekly blood transfusion, and got the embarressment of "why did grandma come over to make sure you were fine when I was all right... Why did I have to get yelled at when I had the flu.... Anyways, I had to call a parent or other relative, but couldnt get ahold of my parents because they were at the hospital, so I called my grandmother, who prompted that she come over to make sure I was fine.... Getting home: Why did you have to make your grandmother take time out of her day to do something you didn't need her to do, and even if you did need someone to look after you, I was at home, I would have been able to do it just fine.

Oh the joy of sickness.... I once threw up into my hand while sitting at my laptop, and got it all over my shirt and pants............ that was not fun and a pain to clean up..... Why did I ever have to get "old enough to clean up after my sickness" I will never want to clean up after my bouts of flu, cuz when it happens, I am not feeling well enough to clean the vomit or myself.

Okay, I have one.

It was my first day of college. Mind you I am 29. So I am sitting and the teacher asks us if we have any more general questions. I did, so I called out, what do I do if I have to go to the bathroom?

He said,"you go to the bathroom". Funniest thing ever. Then he looked at me all waiting for me to go to the bathroom, and someone else stood up and went. I just smiled at him. I didn't have to go, I just needed to know. :p

Oh my god, I still can't believe I had the guts to ask that. I had to know though. If it came time to actually go, I don't want to be tormented as I sit and suffer with myself, about when it is appropriate to go.

Gratz, that story made my day.

I have a couple more good stories. This all took place in 5th grade.

Anyways, the PE teacher at my school was of the drill sergeant mentality. He used to make people run laps around the gymnasium for various things. He also would mark people down a whole letter grade each time they forgot their gym clothes and half a letter grade each time they were "tardy". We only had 5 minutes to change and I always got extremely nervous immediately before PE because I was the slowest changer. I usually avoided being tardy with only a few seconds to spare.

He also liked to make up these strange games and then if you didn't understand his rules he made you run laps. Of course I hardly ever understood his rules because I was never good at verbal instructions (I had to actually play a game before I understood it). I got singled out quite often for not understanding his ret*d games. He just assumed I wasn't listening and thus constantly picked on me. Running the laps wasn't physically demanding and it didn't affect my grade but it was embarrassing. My only solace was that I wasn't the only person he singled out. This one overweight kid was terrified of him and broke down in tears once because he couldn't find his lock in the dressing room.

This particular PE teacher was also extremely anal about safety. We weren't allowed to play any traditional games that he deemed unsafe. Tag and dodge ball were off limits during recess while he was on watch (I happened to like both).

Anyways, one time during recess I was playing with the jump rope outside in the grass with this other kid. We were playing a game where I spun around in circles while holding one end of the rope. The other kid’s object was to try and push me over (which was easy because I got dizzy from spinning) without getting touched by the rope. The PE teacher caught us doing this and went nuts. He made me go to the Principal's office and "apologize" for being so careless. This was one of the very few times I got in trouble but it really shook me up. For several days I just stood around doing nothing during recess.

I quite enmjoy reading all of these stories. I hope more people mpost some.

OK. Here's another.

This one happened in 6th grade. We were sitting through a drug-education class being given by a guest-presenter. The usual stuff.... Smoking pot turns you into a sluggish loser. LSD makes you hallucinate giant purple butterflies (They actually said this! Doesn't sound like much of a deterrent to me!). PCP will make you jump off a bridge... and so on. But then they got to opiates and heroin.
They showed a short video clip of "junkies", "shooting-up". I watched with apathetic bemusement. Then something strange happened. I began to feel dizzy, overheated, faint, nauseous. So I got up and went over to my teacher, who was sitting at the back of the class, and asked him, "Can I go to the bathroom?" To which he responded in a straight deadpan, "You have legs, don't you?"

My 6th-grade teacher was always like that... screwing with language and meaning for fun. Not like that's a bad thing, but this was certainly not what I needed to hear at this point in time.
The room had begun to spin, and I had trouble standing, yet I managed to correctly answer my teacher, "MAY I go to the bathroom???" Then he let me go.

I left the room and began to walk down the hallway. Still dizzy and nauseous, I felt my vision began to fade; my hearing consumed in a static-roar. I quickly lost control of my body and I fell to the floor. I had blacked-out while I was walking, and I hit the tile of the hallway quite hard. I came-to enough to get up shortly thereafter. Had it been seconds? Minutes? Who knows? I was bleary, numb, and half-conscious but I managed to stagger to the end of the hallway and around the corner to the bathroom.

I crashed into one of the stalls and sat on the edge of the toilet, holding my head in my hands for what felt like at least a half-hour. I was in shock. I had no idea what had just happened. Eventually I was OK enough to return to class, where I pretended that nothing at all had been wrong. No one asked if I was alright, or where I had been for so long. That was it. I kept to myself and tried to figure out what caused it.

It turned out that it was the sight of needles that caused it. The junkies shooting up. I saw those needles and had an overwhelming physical response that I didn't understand at the time. I later theorized that it was some kind of subconscious aversion. I wasn't afraid of needles. I could get a shot or have blood drawn, no problem. But then without warning, I would pass out. To this day, I'm not sure why this happens.

But back then in 6th grade, it confused the hell out of me. What exactly did I learn that day??