I don’t even know why she did this, maybe she really did misinterpret or maybe she made this up for whatever reason. I have dealt with some really interesting teachers in middle school and in sophomore year.
This teacher either left or got fired, but the bell rang. I (skipped kindergarten, was 14 years old) was talking about watching a movie with my friend.
All of a sudden, the teacher told me to come see her before we walked to the buses.
She said she heard me say that I was going to “talk to my 19-year-old boyfriend Russell” and that she was worried about me.
She then said she looked through my phone, as I left my backpack in the special education room, and she said she saw a contact named “Russell” (I do not have a contact named that).
She then called my parents and my aunt and uncle found out because my dad told them.
My aunt never really liked me, but she wouldn’t stop talking about how the teacher never lies and that I probably do have a 19-year-old boyfriend.
I never spoke to any 19-year-olds named Russell, or any 19-year-olds at that, or any Russells, let alone date any.
Sorry to hear that, that’s messed up.
My worst doesn’t come close. We were being chatty in class as usual and our teacher made us do 20 minutes of silent time. Kid next to me whispered something indistinct in my ear and I asked “What?”. Teacher noticed and gave me afterschool detention, where I proceeded to cry until mom picked me up since I was afraid I’d ruined my “permanent record” over the matter. I tried to explain at first, but the teacher said she didn’t hear the other student, who got off scot-free.
Mom believed me though and treated me to ice cream that afternoon.
I went to a hippy private school for a couple years at the end of elementary/ begining of middle school.
Had an acquaintance from the public schools who was trying it out to see if she wanted to join for the spring semester.
There was a pretty random activity going on that day (tldr is potluck style turkey stuffing had devolved into eating candy while ruining spaghetti squash)
So we’re filed into the room, and go grab a seat at the art room 4 tops. The teachers hand us each a squash, then a random bowl of candy. My friend is looking at me preplexed and asks what’s going on.
The teacher, now ready to go over the activity shushed her, and says “i dont know how they do it in the public schools, but here, we raise our hand when we want to talk.” And starts her explanation.
My friend, annoyed at the teachers snide remark, raises her hand in the air, and says, talking over the teacher, “if dont know who raised you ms M, but its rude to interrupt people! I was talking to my friend and you butted in… then turning to me, now, as I was saying, AxExRx, What the FUCK is going on here?”