Randomness Book 2

Storytime: My Teacher Tried to Get Me Suspended

So it's been a while since I shared real-life stories. But in celebration of the end of my high school career, I thought I would share one of the worst experiences I've ever had with a teacher. As much as I want to shame the hell out of this teacher, I will not be dropping her name, but she totally deserved what happened after this.

Before we begin the story, let's take it back a few years to middle school. In 6th grade, I was attending an alternative school, it was kind of like a private school, but we didn't have uniforms. And during this time, I had in my opinion one of the crappiest teachers ever. I don't even know how she passed her exams to become a teacher because she barely taught us squat and she was constantly yelling at the kids. There were even a few times where I tried going to her for help with my bullying and she BLAMED ME for what I was going through saying, "Well, you must've done really horrible things in your past life,"

Excuse me, beech?

But anyway, this story takes place on the second to last day of school. Everyone was finishing up the assignments during the year that we didn't get to complete, and we were putting them all together in a little book to show our parents. And every morning, whether it be warm or extremely cold, we would walk a few laps around the school to wake us up. At first it was going well like any other walk, and I was more than halfway done with my laps.

Now to this day, I don't know how this happened because I must've been really tired. But on the last leg of my lap, I started walking and I was just staring straight ahead. I had no idea what the rest of my body was doing, but I kept staring off into the distance. Then maybe two minutes later, I snap out of it, and I realized that I'm not back in the schoolyard. Instead, I found myself two blocks away right near the main road where there's busy morning traffic. I was confused and started wondering where I was, and the moment I turned around I heard a bell ring off in the distance, my teacher was calling everyone back in.

I started panicking like "Oh my god! My teacher is gonna be so mad at me!" So I start running faster than Sonic the Hedgehog back to school and I'm just hoping and praying that she doesn't notice my absence and I can just sneak back into the line and go on about the day. But the moment I get inside the school and start making my way back to the classroom, my teacher blocks my path and glares at me with her arms crossed.

I was still catching my breath at this point, so I started apologizing over and over again telling her that I didn't mean to miss the turn back to school. And my teacher wasn't buying it. She started shaking her head and said, "You were trying to skip school, weren't you? You were heading to the Starbucks down the street and thought I wouldn't notice!" Keep in mind, on the other side of the main road, there were a few little fast-food places and cafes. She was trying to conjure up some bizarre way to try and get me to admitting something I wasn't even doing.

I kept telling her, "I wasn't trying to skip school, it was accidental, and I started zoning out," And my teacher eventually had enough. She dragged me to the Guidance Counselor's office, and she didn't shove me in, but she did nudge me into her room. "Tell her what you just did!" My teacher yelled at me. Now I was holding back my tears, whenever someone starts yelling at me, I immediately feel like crying (You can thank my bullying trauma for that) My counselor was a sweetheart and she just nodded, telling it was okay to tell her.

But before I could even get a word in, my teacher jumped in and said, "I caught her trying to skip school. And she's claiming she zoned out after walking two blocks away!" I said, "If I was trying to skip school, then why would I run all the way back panicking about missing the turn?" I defended myself. My teacher turned around and told me to shut up and that I was lying to get out of being suspended.

The moment she said that, my heart dropped. I was going to be punished for something I didn't mean to do. My guidance counselor looked at me and her in shock and that's when I lost it and started bawling. "I didn't mean to miss the turn, please don't suspend me!" I kept pleading. And my teacher told her, "I demand you suspend her for the rest of the year!" (Keep in mind, there were only two days of school left)

My counselor looked pissed and pulled my teacher into the hallway that connected the principal's office and the other staff member offices. I don't remember most of what my counselor was saying, but I do remember two things. "You have no right to tell me how to punish a student! Only me and the principal have that authority!" and "She's a good kid! You and I both know she wouldn't do this on purpose!"

After that, my teacher went back to the classroom and my counselor came back and had me explain my side of the story and when I asked her if she was going to suspend me, she took my hand and said, "No, you're not getting suspended. But you do have to be careful, there's some scary people out there," I was so relieved because if either my mom, dad, or grandma got the call saying I had been suspended, they would've flipped out faster than a chef flipping pancakes.

My counselor knew how crazy my teacher was because she had a habit of sending people to the office for absolutely the dumbest reasons. If you laughed, if you farted, even if you broke a pencil, she'd send you down. So we sat in the office for a while and drank some tea trying to talk about other things to calm me down and she eventually asked me if I wanted to volunteer helping out the kindergarteners with their final art projects and help with 1st and 2nd grade recess duty. I agreed to all of them, cause 1. I love helping out little kids, and 2. I needed to spend as much time away from my crazy teacher as possible.

Helping the kiddos was a lot of fun and so many of them were begging me to come help again for the final day of school recess. I asked my counselor if I could do that, and she agreed that I could. When I came back to my classroom, my teacher's eyes widened as she asked, "Why are you still here? You should be suspended," I just smiled at her and said, "Well I'm still here so clearly I didn't,"

The last day of school wasn't nearly as bad, and shortly after school let out, I found my teacher had been fired and would not be our teacher next year. Karma is a bitch, and she bit my teacher in the butt hard. What did we learn today? Don't yell at a twelve-year-old and threaten to suspend her when you don't have the right to do that. Cause you might end up jobless :)