Ever get sent to the principal (in grade school) ?

[Mikey]

The restaurant thread got me wondering how many good children here were sent to the principal's office at least once

I got sent a few times ...

1. I was in fifth grade and we had a substitute teacher ... He was an ordained minister -- nicest and most gentlest person that ever lived.
I was being a jackass that day and just wouldn't listen to anything he said.
It all came to a head when he told me to sit down and I told him I only answer to God.
I was sooooo stupid to say that - to him of all people

2. Once at lunch I whipped my Friday cardboard school pizza at a kid and hit him in the back of the head with it... My best buddies (sitting next to me) narked me out

How about you ?

[Cmonster]

Is this a joke? I LIVED in the principals office when I was in grade school. I had my own chair in there.

SC

[ScottA]

Never, not once. Again, for the same reason as stated in the restaurant thread. Easier to just behave than have to face my Dad.

[Joe90]

All the time. And since it was the 1960's I got strapped on a regular basis. Usually for fighting at recess. You and your friends mix it up playing soccer, a punch or two is thrown; 15 minutes later you're best of friends again. But then you'd be taken to the Principal's office for corporal punishment.

In those days there was a certain status achieved if you had been strapped and could walk back into class with dry eyes. Our Vice-Principal at the time was a bit of a butt-hole and really used to bear down hard with the strap. I never cried, but I made sure I was the first one back to class -- those big ole brass door knobs were cool and soothing on the smarting palms...

[piecemaker]

I got sent a few times in 5th grade,one time i started laughing in class and couldn't stop(i cant remember what i thought was so funny).The teacher sent me to the principals office,i laughed all the way down the long hall,untill i got to his door,then whatever didn't seem so funny anymore,his name was Mr.Goddard.

[Hulk]

Not in grade school that I can remember, but in Middle School, the Principal's office was pretty much on my schedule of classes for three years, and then not so much in High School. I spent most of my middle school lunch periods in the bleachers of the gymnasium (standard punishment for fighting if you weren't the instigator).

[Mikey]

Considering my Elementary school went from K-8th grade, I consider anything 8th and below grade school.

In the sticks there wasn't too many middle schools.

[Random Axe]

In grade school, my mother was head of the PTA and good friends with the principal. One day before getting on the bus, I saw an eighth grader picking on my fourth grade classmate and then pushed him down. I only wanted to get him the hell out of there, so when I tried to pick him up I got shoved to the ground.

Keep in mind, my father was and still is a huge man, a freakin large intimidating dude. I was not. But, he always told me he'd never punish me for standing up for myself or defending myself. He taught me how to deal with a bully.

So...I dealt him a blow to the side of the head with my metal Star Wars lunchbox. He was stunned by the hit, so I hit him again, and again. It was weird seeing the Christmas Story years later with my parents because what I did mirrored that fight scene pretty well.

I was in the principal's office waiting for my parents to come get me and was completely white with fear. They took me home and didn't punish me at all, though they made very clear that I could have hurt that kid.

They still have the lunchbox in their garage holding screw or tools or whatever. It still has the dents I made on that kid's head. It's the one that has the Mos Eisley landspeeder scene where they are questioned by stormtroopers.

Thankfully, I never had another incident.

Scott

[fallensaviour]

A few times,not by choice though...LOL

In grade three I broke a grade 5 kids nose.
Him and six of his buddies kept beating me up and one day,when the sun was shinning just right bang right in the snoze...They never bothered me again...LOL

[The Toyroom]

Yeah...cause another older kid was bugging me we both got called down to the office one day....I still remember the prinicipal had a paddle with the words "Board of Education" on it...

[SainthoodDenied]

I was talking about this with someone the other day...
I went several times each year thru grade school and this was in the mid 70s so the paddle was always in use but for me it gets worse.
My principals brother was a customer of my dads and we were friends with the family, The school secretary was the daughter of the man who lived right behind us and he was one of my dads best friends and like a 3rd grandfather to me so news of my principal visits made it home before me.
But one of my best friends had it worse,his mom was the school secretary I mentioned but it still gets worse...

I swear the teachers saw some cruel humor in this aswell because it was game like sometimes much to the terror of the child. We could be sent to the principals office or stuck out in the hall and here is where the terror and cruelty all start..
The principal would make rounds thru the halls during the day and any kid caught in the hall was rounded up and taken to the office,questioned,paddled to suit the crime and sent back to class or...maybe he wasn't making rounds right now,who knew? and the teacher might let you sweat it out 5 minutes,15 minutes or more and if she opened the door and you hadn't been nailed you went back in with no paddling...

Need more terror added to the poor mind of a child? ok then.. remember now this is mid 70s when if you happened to be walking by when the door to the teachers lounge opened it always looked like a smoke bomb went off in there.

So our principal being head of the school and a pipe smoker would alot of times smoke his pipe while patrolling the halls and you could smell him coming way before he got around the corner and the smoke got stronger and you knew he was about to come round the corner and a paddling was on the way and then around the corner he stepped and it was our one ancient school janitor who also smoked a pipe and you were relieved for a second and there was always that hope when you first smelled the pipe smoke.

[jimsmegos]

1st through 6th never a problem kid... 7th through 12th? Whole different ballgame. Thank you puberty!

[HardyGirl]

Nope. However, I did have to go to the vice principal's office along w/ the class bully and my dad b/c she was making trouble for me. But it wasn't for anything I did.

[UnderdogDJLSW]

I got called down once because a kid that I went to school with started making bets. Stuff like I bet you a nickel I can make the wastebasket from here sort of stuff. Well, he kept on losing the bets he made up. I kept on offering "double or nothin'" so he would stop already. By the end of the day I think he "owed" me $300. I thought we were just playing and never took any of it serious. That night he asked his folks for $300 to pay his bet. Obviously, his parents freaked out and then next day I was called in. They asked me all sorts of questions like if I had any habits that I needed money for, etc. They didn't want to believe my Beaver Cleaver like response of "I thought we was just foolin'"

[david_b]

In grade school, my mother was head of the PTA and good friends with the principal. One day before getting on the bus, I saw an eighth grader picking on my fourth grade classmate and then pushed him down. I only wanted to get him the hell out of there, so when I tried to pick him up I got shoved to the ground.

Keep in mind, my father was and still is a huge man, a freakin large intimidating dude. I was not. But, he always told me he'd never punish me for standing up for myself or defending myself. He taught me how to deal with a bully.

So...I dealt him a blow to the side of the head with my metal Star Wars lunchbox. He was stunned by the hit, so I hit him again, and again. It was weird seeing the Christmas Story years later with my parents because what I did mirrored that fight scene pretty well.

I was in the principal's office waiting for my parents to come get me and was completely white with fear. They took me home and didn't punish me at all, though they made very clear that I could have hurt that kid.

They still have the lunchbox in their garage holding screw or tools or whatever. It still has the dents I made on that kid's head. It's the one that has the Mos Eisley landspeeder scene where they are questioned by stormtroopers.

Thankfully, I never had another incident.

Scott

Excellent Story..!!! That lunch box should be displayed like a badge of honor.

Yep, back in the day (early '70s), the principal in our school was this tall, military type. HE.. WAS.. THE.. LAW.., or so I certainly seemed. Once a girl and I were sent in for talking in class (around 3rd grade or so..), and I tell you.., she just lost it.. She totally melted into a lump of goo on the floor, tears flowing out everywhere.., she was so embarrassed for having been sent. Seeing she was one of the 'stuck-up' ones in the class, it was a guilty pleasure for me to watch...

The 'high and mighty' melt so quickly..


david_b