I got two answers for this.
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When I was in grade school, the teachers would get mad and fuss at me for reading books during recess time. Because I wasn’t playing with the other kids. But those kids told me they didn’t like me and they didn’t wanna play with me because they thought I was too weird. So why should I want to or have to play with the other kids if they didn’t wanna play with me? Also I was sitting on the steps reading my Junie B. Jones book or Babysitters Club book or Judy Moody book and eating my cookies, minding my business, how was that bothering you any?
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In my sophomore year of high school I took a Ceramics/Sculpting art class, and it was the last day of school before fall holiday break. And rhe project we were currently working on was making tumbler cups that can be used to hold desk supplies like pencils, markers, pens, highlighters, etc. I guess i didn’t wrap my project up as well ad i thought the day before because half the clay of my project was dried up before I was finished. I asked the teacher what I should do, she said that I could ask the girl at the table in front of mine for some clay, because she was prepping a new bag of clay. So when I went to ask the girl, she said “Of course, but can you give me about 10 minutes?” And I said “okay, I can wait”. Whilst I was waiting, I pulled out my school laptop, checked to see if I had any new important emails and made sure I turned in all my finished assignments into Google Classroom so my teachers could grade them during break. 15 or so minutes later, I asked the girl again if I could get some clay now. But I just asked her from my table since hers was not far from mine. The teacher called me to her desk and said to me “We do not yell across the classroom! You can prep your own clay.” I didn’t even yell, I thought to myself. The girl was literally less than ten feet in front of me. But out loud, I responded “That’s fine, but can I at least get an apron or smock first please? I don’t wanna get my clothes dirty”. And for some unbeknownst reason that made my teacher even more angry with me. “You have been very disrespectful all day today! Pack up your bags, I’m calling your vice principal”. And I was sentenced to all day in school suspension.
But what about you? What’s the silliest or dumbest reason you got in trouble for in school?
I beat a teacher at a typing test (speed, which is raw speed with mistakes subtracted; aka WPM, words per minute). He said it wasn’t fair that I found a “better” way. Right fingers on Shift and Enter (and maybe right thumb on Space), and left hand doing the rest of the work. He said that’s not the right way to type, even though he couldn’t type as fast as me. So he took me to the office and said I cheated on the typing test. To pass the class, he made me learn the “normal” way of typing. So I did, and I beat him again, this time with office staff watching.
This was in the early to mid-1990s. No computers, no phones, no Google. I don’t envy today’s kids.
As someone who types very fast, your technique sounds insane to me. It must really be something to behold in person when you’re in the groove.