Um...nothing big. At all. In Year 10 I wagged school for four days straight (so not smart, I know that now) and the school kind of found out...the deputies arranged for me to meet the school councellor, so I was pulled out of Science to go have a "talk" with her. Obviously she didn't find me mentally unstable or anything, cause there wasn't much to pick apart and she never made me go back.
OH! One time in Year 8, I had a really dumbass VA teacher. And yeah, I was kind of a bitch to her, but she totally brought that upon herslef. Basically, I hadn’t handed in my diary because…well, no excuse really, I just hadn’t finished the work. But I told her that I had done all and I just kept on forgetting to bring it. She didn’t believe me and threatened to send a letter home to my parents, because they’d be “very interested” to know that I wasn’t completing my assignments, and I stupidly went all, “Go ahead! My parents know I did the work! They’ve seen me working on it, so a letter isn’t going to do anything!” Needless to say, she sent the letter home. It specifically stated “Jacqueline seemed unconcerned at the prospect of me writing this letter”. My parents? Not too happy. Oh well. It was Year 8 Visual Arts, for fuck’s sake.
I called my
English teacher a dickhead in year 9 (I was in tears, so it couldn’t have been misinterpreted as some comment made in jest) but nothing was done about it. Probably because he WAS acting like a dickhead, and he knew it
I've had a couple of detentions, but no suspensions. Yay, me!
Actually, the worst trouble I've been in at school wasn't actually
at school, but on a school trip with our brother school to Europe in October. Um.....yeah.
We were in Belgium one night, loving life, had about three hours to kill in this really pretty town...so a group of us ordered some Irish Coffees at this cafe. (We were of legal drinking age there.) For those who don't know, it's coffee with a shot of vodka or whiskey in it. One of my friends thought we were drunk (which was fucking ridiculous, but she is a bit sheltered and prudish, so....) and one of the guys on the trip who had it in for me talked her into telling the teachers. That night? Not so fun. At dinner,
one of the Normo teachers pulled me aside and told me she "saw" us drinking alcohol, and I knew right then that my so-called friend had dobbed us in. Long story short, we got off relatively scott-free. I still haven't talked to the guy who convinced my friend to rat us in, and though my friend and I made up about two days later (really awkward, considering we were sharing a hotel room) I've got to say, I'm not particularly trusting of her anymore. =/