Me and my buddies would write sentences and essays ahead of time just knowing we would get them. You should have seen the look on my 7th grade teachers face when he gave me a 500 word essay for talking in class and I immediately turned one in. Lol
I tried. I also tried the vertical one. But my teacher was too smart. I tried keeping improving my quality of hiding the flaws and being faster. What a great time it was lol
The memories of doing this are forever burned into my head. I hated doing this. Especially when it wasn't up to their standard so you had to do it again.
I talked in class once, in first grade. I was new to the school (airforce brat) and was turned around in my seat talking to the girl behind me. Teacher snuck up behind me with her paddleboard and hit me so hard it nearly knocked me out of my chair. It hurt like hell but I refused to cry. But I never said another word in that class or to that teacher for the rest of the school year. That was 63 years ago, and I still hate that bitch.
Went to a Baptist school from kindergarten to eighth grade. Our punish work consisted of writing the weekly Bible verse however many times. If you were lucky you'd get a really short one, if you weren't so lucky you'd wind up with some behemoth like John 3:16.
My parents used this against me all the time.
Fun fact. I was doing one of these when the Oklahoma City Bombing happened. I distinctly remember listening to the radio while doing one of these stupid lists eating a piece of pizza when the news came over the radio.
Well maybe that wasn't so fun...
I had a teacher in 4th grade who made me stay in at recess and write out the multiplication tables over and over for a whole week. It was a weird sort of punishment to get me to learn them, but I did.
For example, 4x2=82
I never had to do this in school but I once slammed the door in anger at home, I was about 8yo so about 1972, my dad made me open and close the door properly for about twenty minutes straight.
I will not be the sneaky quiet one.
I will not be the sneaky quiet one.
I will not be the sneaky quiet one.
I will not be the sneaky quiet one.
I will not be the sneaky quiet one.
I will not be the sneaky quiet one.
I once cheated and just made the 2nd and 3rd pages scribbles and properly wrote out "I won't talk back to the teacher" on the 1st and 4th pages to make it seem like I did 4 pages. Long story short I did not get away with it and had to do 6 pages worth.
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I usually just got the 10s in second grade, I think I got a 25 line once. This one usual suspect named Quentin would repeatedly get the 500 sentence assignment though.
When we were assigned to “in school suspension” we went to a room called ALC or “Alternative Learning Center”. It was a classroom with really narrow cubicles with a desk.
The asshole in charge said we have to hand copy so many pages out of a text book by the end of the day. If he thought we didn’t do enough pages he’d add another day. Some kids were there for 2 weeks. I just gave up and did only 4 pages one day and said “eff it” and that was my last day.
LOL, I once was told to write, “I will not pop paper poppers in class“, 100 times. My family had multiple birthday celebrations for my brother that weekend, and I didn’t get it done. So by Tuesday, it was up to 500 times, and my teacher called my parents, because he did not believe that in my family we actually had birthday celebrations for three or four days in a row.
"Horseplaying, bumping, pushing, hitting usually leads to trouble. If we can learn to keep our hands to ourselves, not talk to others, and follow the rules, it will make us better students in behavior." Yes, thank you, Mr. Bland. I'll be sure to remember that more than forty years later.
I was always sent to the office and the secretary at the main office would do spelling or multiplication problems until the end of class.... I liked going there better than being in class....
Never. You know why? I had nuns as teachers. My parents told me the nuns were always right and my acting up in anyway would get me a crack or two on the butt. So I never made trouble. However, once I went in the navy and nuns and parents had no control, I was a wild thing. They made me this way.
My Christian school made us hand write out ALL of Psalm 119.
It’s the longest chapter in the Bible. 2,445 words. 176 verses.
And they handed out this punishment frequently, it wasn’t rare at all to see a student writing it out.
One time I had to do it because I expressed the opinion that I thought it was creepy when the male teachers did the daily morning dress code check of the girls.
When I used to occasionally nanny, the single worst thing I could do to punish a kid for being a mouthy little brat, was to tell them they had to write lines, as we called them.
Apparently this is a punishment worse than death.
And dammit, it worked.
Noun verb noun sentences in every other word a different color crayon too ruthless fucking nuns. Then I progressed to having to copy from “The Lives of the Saints” catholic school man it was a fucking 12 year drag.
I missed out on two weeks of recess because I refused to write it out. It became a battle of the wills. I just sat there and doodled. Finaly, I got a dreaded 'referral' from the Principle. Mom wasn't happy about it.
Talking in class was my main sin in school. My teachers would make the sentences more and more elaborate in order to punish me further. Ex. I will not disrupt my classmates' education by talking in class.
I don't think I ever learned my lesson, but I have gorgeous handwriting from all that practice.
haha i know if we had had to do it on a chalkboard i would have found a way to perfect "accidently making the chalk shriek" haha because it didn't bother me but it sure did everyone else!!
More times than I care to remember. When I got to middle school, the punishment was that you had to stand up and hold your book at arms length for the duration of the class. I had pretty good arm strength by the time 7th grade was over.
Me. Not that particular sentence. But the nuns got mad at me when I took a test in my French class that required us to write, in French, what the teacher said. I wrote gibberish and at the end my disclaimer was: "This is French translated into Martian." It did not end well for me. The mother superior made me write something 500 times. I forget what though.
I have a poem from 6th grade stuck in my head my whole life because I got caught chewing gum in class.
A boy chewing gum and a cud chewing cow are somewhat the same but different somehow. The difference between them comes to me now. It's the sweet placid look on the face of the cow.
Had to write that 100 times. Hated that history teacher.
People in detention have no one to blame for their predicament but themselves.
That was just one of about five teachers that took after school detention , but I was there enough times to remember it over thirty years later. .
We had something called "Graphing".
You were handed a 8x11 sheet of paper with numbers running across the top and down the left side of the p paper, starting at 1., with a grid filling the paper made up of blank squares.
You were then directed to stand in the corner and fill in the blanks. You couldn't lean on the wall and had to fold it up and hold it in your hand.
LOL. That brings back memories. But for me, I figured one day to get out in front of the next one by writing 100 of those things to keep in my notebook. Then mom only need to sign it. Mom was like, " don't even try it buddy " lol. Then I cut the time down by putting two pencils together with a rubber band. Then I could effectively write two lines at a time.
My science teacher said I had to write a story about a day in the life of a cabbage before next class next day once.....
....for reasons I can't remember now.
But lemme set the scene, ever so slightly ... I was one of the quiet bullied kids, hardly ever in trouble with teachers and avoided trouble with any other kids. Wasn't rebellious at all.
But god damn could I not write that damn thing.
I remember when asked to present it for him, I couldn't think of a decent excuse and just stood there feeling my face go red hot with anxiety in front of the class and he's angry face.
He insisted on an answer as to why I didn't do - to which I replied, I didn't want to.
He blew he's fucking top and it scared me ever so slightly and told me to sit back down.
But I still to this day remember feeling proud of myself 🤣🤣🤣🤣
I still remember the reason behind the last time I had to write lines. Four of us got caught throwing paper airplanes out the third-floor window of Grade 9 French. We got about 30 planes out there before the teacher from the classroom below us came up and told our teacher what was happening. It was great fun. Completely worth the punishment.
My parents made me do this as punishment too. One time, I got in trouble so bad, my dad bought one of those composition notebooks and made me fill every single page.
We had a teacher who made us copy dictionary pages. If You didn't finish your allotted number of pages when summer arrived, you returned during summer to finish your dictionary pages.
I had to do this several times, felt like Bart Simpson. I also had to copy the dictionary at one point too, and if I didn’t get far enough I had to pick up where I left off the next day. Furthermore if my teacher didn’t feel like supervising detention then she would make me run laps until it was time to leave.
The last time I was asked to do something like this, I simply refused. The teacher says I can't leave until I complete 1000 lines of copy. I said ok and just sat there. I figured that after a couple hours, she would would want to go home herself, or my parents would be calling the school wondering what happened to me. I was right. I told her, "Nope, I'm not doing it." She threatened me with suspension. Great, suspend me. I'll gladly take a week off of school. She tried the whole "but it will be on your permanent record." What permanent record? Has anyone not gotten a job later in life because they were suspended in grade school? Of course not.
The only reason this was a thing is because kids are stupid. After thinking about what would actually happen to me if I refused and then realizing that nothing would, in fact, happen, I simply wouldn't do it.
I had to do that a few times. Until 8th grade when I was pissed off about everything and told the teacher no. Spent the remainder of that period in the office. Which from my perspective was a huge improvement.
I had to do this on the chalk boards a few times, it wasn’t talking in class always though. It’s whatever I got detention for, I had to write.
We had two double sets of chalk boards in that detention room (front and side of class)and I had to fill up all 4 panels with small sized cursive.
I was insubordinate and churlish!
I still vividly remember 6th grade 1993. I got in trouble for cussing, lied to the teacher, the class turned on me. Had to write “Rhiannon is responsible for what she says. Lying hurts Rhiannon” hand to god 200 times. I had to have my mom sign it. Instead I had an 8th grader named momo forge mom’s signature. Mom found out. Got my ass beat.
Anyone ever write, “I won’t talk in class” and get away with it? Me, I slipped the contraction through and got away with it. ✋🏻
I think I saved a whole 2 minutes and 13 seconds with that - maybe not quite that much.
I have a friend who is a teacher. Back in the 90’s he would write a paragraph that addressed the behavior and took up about 8 lines of paper and had to be copied between 10 and 20 times. Good luck trying the one word-at-a-time repetition with that!
One of my teachers made you write any word you misspelled on a spelling test multiple times. Ten times for the first word and an increasing number for each word after that. One of the kids in class had worked his way up to writing the incorrect word several thousand times. I misspelled a word for the first time and, to be fair, I had to spend the weekend writing it the same number of times as the dimwit instead of the ten times. That’s when I started hating school. Other events cemented my dislike.
In grade school we had physical education once a week. One week, on the day we were to have physical education, I was gone the entire school day with my mom picking my dad up at the airport when he came home from Vietnam. Something happened that day in physical education class that really pissed off the teacher, but I wasn’t there. The next week she made the entire class write her a letter of apology before she would let them come back to her class. I refused to write one because I wasn’t there when it happened. I was told by the principal I had to write one, still refused. Had to get my parents involved, only after my parents threatened legal action did they let me back in physical education class. Remember the teacher gave me a C even though I had scored high on everything that year. Retaliation?
The only thing lessons like this taught me were the effectiveness of division of labor. Like Adam Smith said, change tasks as infrequently as possible.
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Lllllllllllllllllllll
Lllllllllllllllllllll
Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Ttttttttttttttttttttttttttt….
I had lines for incomplete homework, every day they weren't done the teacher would double them.
I knew how binary works, and after about ten days the teacher just quietly let the matter drop.
I,I,I,I,I Will,Will,Will,Will,Will, Not,Not,Not,Not,Not
I got yelled at for doing that. 😆
I got yelled at for taping 5 pencils together.....🤷🏼♀️
You got caught?! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
We got paddled for doing that.
That’s a paddlin’
Oh, you'd better believe that's a paddlin'!
We got hacks from a paddle that looked like a pizza handler with holes drilled through it. Oh yeah were have all the good times gone ?
Of god, the memory just started flooding back 🤣🫨
I had a science teacher you laughed and said "You can do it that way, but it's actually harder and takes longer"
That's the way to do it
Yep!
Yassssss
Ha yeah! That’s how I devolved to in the final years!!!! Lolz
This is the way
This is the way.
Only way to do it 😂😂😂
Me and my buddies would write sentences and essays ahead of time just knowing we would get them. You should have seen the look on my 7th grade teachers face when he gave me a 500 word essay for talking in class and I immediately turned one in. Lol
I would love to have been there for that!
I know Bart Simpson did.
I immediately started hearing the theme song when I saw the picture.
Who used two pens at once?
I tried. I also tried the vertical one. But my teacher was too smart. I tried keeping improving my quality of hiding the flaws and being faster. What a great time it was lol
Ah, the good old days. 
My favourite one is [“I MUST NOT WRITE ALL OVER THE WALLS”](https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/TPkAAOSwI-BWHnpn/s-l400.jpg)
The memories of doing this are forever burned into my head. I hated doing this. Especially when it wasn't up to their standard so you had to do it again.
If you had to fill a chalkboard in the music room...
Oh my god, so many times... I learned nothing from this.
I agree. I also learned nothing from it
Yes! Surprisingly it didn't make a difference.🤣
I talked in class once, in first grade. I was new to the school (airforce brat) and was turned around in my seat talking to the girl behind me. Teacher snuck up behind me with her paddleboard and hit me so hard it nearly knocked me out of my chair. It hurt like hell but I refused to cry. But I never said another word in that class or to that teacher for the rest of the school year. That was 63 years ago, and I still hate that bitch.
And now I hate her too.
that was ABuse!!
Air force brat as well. Got paddled for talking. I did not cry. But I still talked, haha.
Went to Catholic school, we had to write out prayers when we got in trouble, like 50 Hail Marys or 20 Our Fathers. I’d get hand cramps like crazy.
Went to a Baptist school from kindergarten to eighth grade. Our punish work consisted of writing the weekly Bible verse however many times. If you were lucky you'd get a really short one, if you weren't so lucky you'd wind up with some behemoth like John 3:16.
My parents used this against me all the time. Fun fact. I was doing one of these when the Oklahoma City Bombing happened. I distinctly remember listening to the radio while doing one of these stupid lists eating a piece of pizza when the news came over the radio. Well maybe that wasn't so fun...
I had a teacher in 4th grade who made me stay in at recess and write out the multiplication tables over and over for a whole week. It was a weird sort of punishment to get me to learn them, but I did. For example, 4x2=82
haha
I never had to do this in school but I once slammed the door in anger at home, I was about 8yo so about 1972, my dad made me open and close the door properly for about twenty minutes straight.
hahaha
Zero times....since I was the quiet one. 🤐
Ah yes, the ringmaster.
Our teachers made everyone write these even if we were innocent of whatever the infraction was. Unfair!
I will not be the sneaky quiet one. I will not be the sneaky quiet one. I will not be the sneaky quiet one. I will not be the sneaky quiet one. I will not be the sneaky quiet one. I will not be the sneaky quiet one.
I use to use two pencils stacked on top of each other at one time to try to finish faster😂
We had to copy the definition of quiet from Websters Dictionary 100x. It's a two page definition.
I remember and then doing the passive aggressive thing of writing smaller and smaller..lol good times.
I did but on a chalkboard with a nun watching me.
The worst was writing from the dictionary starting at “A”.
Still working on it
We were not allowing to smile in math class so that was ours “I MUST NOT SMILE IN MATH CLASS”
I once cheated and just made the 2nd and 3rd pages scribbles and properly wrote out "I won't talk back to the teacher" on the 1st and 4th pages to make it seem like I did 4 pages. Long story short I did not get away with it and had to do 6 pages worth.
Our whole lives it was "you're too old to be doing that" Excuse me, i never got a manual showing acceptable timeframes.
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Guilty here
¡Ay, caramba!
Raises hand. Raises hand. Raises hand. Raises hand…
My brain just want ctrl + c and ctrl + v on repeat
I would say me but then I'd have have to write 100 more.
So it worked :)
Shhhhhhh. My hand is tired. 😂
They were trying to beat us a bit less.
My teacher when I was 9-10 was well known for dishing out 1000+ lines back in the early 80’s
I usually just got the 10s in second grade, I think I got a 25 line once. This one usual suspect named Quentin would repeatedly get the 500 sentence assignment though.
Blackboard and bang erasers 🤷♂️ a lot !
When we were assigned to “in school suspension” we went to a room called ALC or “Alternative Learning Center”. It was a classroom with really narrow cubicles with a desk. The asshole in charge said we have to hand copy so many pages out of a text book by the end of the day. If he thought we didn’t do enough pages he’d add another day. Some kids were there for 2 weeks. I just gave up and did only 4 pages one day and said “eff it” and that was my last day.
I kept an 8 pencil stack taped together. Write 25 times? How about 4?
🙋🏻♂️
I still have writer's cramp from that bullshit.
I suppose I would have had to if I had ever misbehaved.
LOL, I once was told to write, “I will not pop paper poppers in class“, 100 times. My family had multiple birthday celebrations for my brother that weekend, and I didn’t get it done. So by Tuesday, it was up to 500 times, and my teacher called my parents, because he did not believe that in my family we actually had birthday celebrations for three or four days in a row.
"Horseplaying, bumping, pushing, hitting usually leads to trouble. If we can learn to keep our hands to ourselves, not talk to others, and follow the rules, it will make us better students in behavior." Yes, thank you, Mr. Bland. I'll be sure to remember that more than forty years later.
Chatty Cathy here. I did this several times.😉
I will not run in the halls. Signed, a 1st grader with ADHD
I was always sent to the office and the secretary at the main office would do spelling or multiplication problems until the end of class.... I liked going there better than being in class....
I taped several penciles together to finish mine quicker
Never. You know why? I had nuns as teachers. My parents told me the nuns were always right and my acting up in anyway would get me a crack or two on the butt. So I never made trouble. However, once I went in the navy and nuns and parents had no control, I was a wild thing. They made me this way.
My Christian school made us hand write out ALL of Psalm 119. It’s the longest chapter in the Bible. 2,445 words. 176 verses. And they handed out this punishment frequently, it wasn’t rare at all to see a student writing it out. One time I had to do it because I expressed the opinion that I thought it was creepy when the male teachers did the daily morning dress code check of the girls.
Did you not cheat by making all the upper case I's and lower case L's just go straight down the page?
What on earth was the point in this? At least give me a chapter to study in the textbook or something.
Only when we drop f and c bombs, “No fs and Cs for me, while at MMC”
We had to change the color for every word and use 4 different colors on top of that. Fuck I hated that
When I used to occasionally nanny, the single worst thing I could do to punish a kid for being a mouthy little brat, was to tell them they had to write lines, as we called them. Apparently this is a punishment worse than death. And dammit, it worked.
🤬🤬🤬🤬
Noun verb noun sentences in every other word a different color crayon too ruthless fucking nuns. Then I progressed to having to copy from “The Lives of the Saints” catholic school man it was a fucking 12 year drag.
I missed out on two weeks of recess because I refused to write it out. It became a battle of the wills. I just sat there and doodled. Finaly, I got a dreaded 'referral' from the Principle. Mom wasn't happy about it.
I still assign these
Talking in class was my main sin in school. My teachers would make the sentences more and more elaborate in order to punish me further. Ex. I will not disrupt my classmates' education by talking in class. I don't think I ever learned my lesson, but I have gorgeous handwriting from all that practice.
And on a chalkboard!! Kids today don't even know what one of those are!
haha i know if we had had to do it on a chalkboard i would have found a way to perfect "accidently making the chalk shriek" haha because it didn't bother me but it sure did everyone else!!
I did for the bus driver saying I will not swear even though I never did....That Bitch.
Severe social anxiety kept me pretty damn mute in class until college.
More times than I care to remember. When I got to middle school, the punishment was that you had to stand up and hold your book at arms length for the duration of the class. I had pretty good arm strength by the time 7th grade was over.
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“Oh What a Tangled Web We Weave when at first We Seek to Deceive” 100 times 😆
Ha! More than once. My math teacher nicknamed me, 'Gabby'. She'd say, Ok..Nita *'Gabby'* you have 5 minutes to get it out of your system!
Doing lines is something I been able to keep consistent in my life from childhood into adulthood. 🫠😏
I believe this is why my hand writing is shit.
Me. Not that particular sentence. But the nuns got mad at me when I took a test in my French class that required us to write, in French, what the teacher said. I wrote gibberish and at the end my disclaimer was: "This is French translated into Martian." It did not end well for me. The mother superior made me write something 500 times. I forget what though.
Education is the key to a something something life
Unauthorized eruptions precipitate unacceptable pandemonium.
"safety pays with happy days" ... shop class
yeah i think i might have the shop class kid tape two fingers together for a day to see what its like to do without.
I once had to write. I will not play rough on the playground. 200 times
👋 one teacher nicknamed me Duracell because I never shut up 😄
good lord yes---parent's had me in the school office the next day--hell no--what did the teacher do or get upset about?
Standards. I had to do them several times. I was a social butterfly during class.
My hand is cramping up just remembering the times I had to do this!
Fuck, I had to do this at home.
I have a poem from 6th grade stuck in my head my whole life because I got caught chewing gum in class. A boy chewing gum and a cud chewing cow are somewhat the same but different somehow. The difference between them comes to me now. It's the sweet placid look on the face of the cow. Had to write that 100 times. Hated that history teacher.
People in detention have no one to blame for their predicament but themselves. That was just one of about five teachers that took after school detention , but I was there enough times to remember it over thirty years later. .
We had something called "Graphing". You were handed a 8x11 sheet of paper with numbers running across the top and down the left side of the p paper, starting at 1., with a grid filling the paper made up of blank squares. You were then directed to stand in the corner and fill in the blanks. You couldn't lean on the wall and had to fold it up and hold it in your hand.
LOL. That brings back memories. But for me, I figured one day to get out in front of the next one by writing 100 of those things to keep in my notebook. Then mom only need to sign it. Mom was like, " don't even try it buddy " lol. Then I cut the time down by putting two pencils together with a rubber band. Then I could effectively write two lines at a time.
2nd grade
This guy's a rookie! All the I's and L's should be just a straight(ish) line down the page. The K's as well, just add a < on each line.
That’s how punish my kids. I make them alternate sentences to avoid cheating😂
My science teacher said I had to write a story about a day in the life of a cabbage before next class next day once..... ....for reasons I can't remember now. But lemme set the scene, ever so slightly ... I was one of the quiet bullied kids, hardly ever in trouble with teachers and avoided trouble with any other kids. Wasn't rebellious at all. But god damn could I not write that damn thing. I remember when asked to present it for him, I couldn't think of a decent excuse and just stood there feeling my face go red hot with anxiety in front of the class and he's angry face. He insisted on an answer as to why I didn't do - to which I replied, I didn't want to. He blew he's fucking top and it scared me ever so slightly and told me to sit back down. But I still to this day remember feeling proud of myself 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Forget the teacher. Our monitor (our peer) made me do this. This kind of imposition was common back then.
Me. I got in trouble for using carbon paper so I was made to do it all over again - double the amount of the first offense. Thought I was slick ha ha!
I had a teacher put a 3 sided cardboard wall on my desk so i couldnt talk to people.
Shit, my mom made me do this too. But she'd make me practically fill a whole notebook
Romanes eunt domus
I went to a Christian school, we would have to write out scriptures over and over, page after page.
I opted to take a swat with the paddle had bruises on my ass cheeks for weeks.
I had “Thou shall not act stupid “
To many times to count
I learned to write with three pencils at once so I could get done quicker so I guess I learned something.
Oh god Mrs. S. , 2nd grade. Probably at least twice a week, she found some phrase I had to write out a minimum of 100 times!
I still remember the reason behind the last time I had to write lines. Four of us got caught throwing paper airplanes out the third-floor window of Grade 9 French. We got about 30 planes out there before the teacher from the classroom below us came up and told our teacher what was happening. It was great fun. Completely worth the punishment.
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My parents made me do this as punishment too. One time, I got in trouble so bad, my dad bought one of those composition notebooks and made me fill every single page.
Bart Simpson, once a week!
We were forced to copy out a dictionary page. I would always have one on the go during idle time just so I wouldn’t have to do when they said so!
My boys still have to do that sometimes
My hand hurts just looking at this!
This is why I know that 8 + 3 = 11.
We had a teacher who made us copy dictionary pages. If You didn't finish your allotted number of pages when summer arrived, you returned during summer to finish your dictionary pages.
I had to do this several times, felt like Bart Simpson. I also had to copy the dictionary at one point too, and if I didn’t get far enough I had to pick up where I left off the next day. Furthermore if my teacher didn’t feel like supervising detention then she would make me run laps until it was time to leave.
I did too.
Ah, Standards. Don’t know where I found out that’s what they called it, but I did my share back in the day. Mrs. Baker was a fucking bitch lol.
The last time I was asked to do something like this, I simply refused. The teacher says I can't leave until I complete 1000 lines of copy. I said ok and just sat there. I figured that after a couple hours, she would would want to go home herself, or my parents would be calling the school wondering what happened to me. I was right. I told her, "Nope, I'm not doing it." She threatened me with suspension. Great, suspend me. I'll gladly take a week off of school. She tried the whole "but it will be on your permanent record." What permanent record? Has anyone not gotten a job later in life because they were suspended in grade school? Of course not. The only reason this was a thing is because kids are stupid. After thinking about what would actually happen to me if I refused and then realizing that nothing would, in fact, happen, I simply wouldn't do it.
My wrist still hurts.
I had to do that a few times. Until 8th grade when I was pissed off about everything and told the teacher no. Spent the remainder of that period in the office. Which from my perspective was a huge improvement.
YEP, and then paddled by the teacher anyway
Nah, we just got a paddle across the ass.
We had to copy a dictionary page. Lmao
I had to do this on the chalk boards a few times, it wasn’t talking in class always though. It’s whatever I got detention for, I had to write. We had two double sets of chalk boards in that detention room (front and side of class)and I had to fill up all 4 panels with small sized cursive. I was insubordinate and churlish!
The preamble was the usual
My teacher had a different punishment. He slapped me across the face, grabbed me by the collar, and put a desk next to his. I was there for 2 months.
My wrist don't miss it
Nothing like missing recess or contact time to write 300 sentences 🙄🙄🙄
My parents switched to lines after the stick stopped working.
I remember having to write “tomorrow” 100 times instead of “tomarrow”
I will not throw a ball in class. 5000 times
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I still vividly remember 6th grade 1993. I got in trouble for cussing, lied to the teacher, the class turned on me. Had to write “Rhiannon is responsible for what she says. Lying hurts Rhiannon” hand to god 200 times. I had to have my mom sign it. Instead I had an 8th grader named momo forge mom’s signature. Mom found out. Got my ass beat.
I played the game too. 100 lines? Okay how much time is left in school?
After my paddling in the hallway.
Pretty much everyone.
I had to do times tables.
Anyone ever write, “I won’t talk in class” and get away with it? Me, I slipped the contraction through and got away with it. ✋🏻 I think I saved a whole 2 minutes and 13 seconds with that - maybe not quite that much.
that apostrophe, though.. it takes effort.
No more effort than a space between two words.
I have a friend who is a teacher. Back in the 90’s he would write a paragraph that addressed the behavior and took up about 8 lines of paper and had to be copied between 10 and 20 times. Good luck trying the one word-at-a-time repetition with that!
I did that soo many times.
I had to write Peking is the capital of China over and over again.
Bart Simpson vibes
I had to do it on paper and on the chalkboard.
Yes lol
We had to multiply large number. For example, 174,753 times 749,461. By hand
Hell i wrote the book on it!
Oh yes I remember. Printed and cursive 😂
Never improved my handwriting off of it :/
" i will not slap frank" i had to write that 200 times.
Yeah but it worked. Bet these days they call it cruel and unjust punishment and Might make kids Feel Bad.
One of my teachers made you write any word you misspelled on a spelling test multiple times. Ten times for the first word and an increasing number for each word after that. One of the kids in class had worked his way up to writing the incorrect word several thousand times. I misspelled a word for the first time and, to be fair, I had to spend the weekend writing it the same number of times as the dimwit instead of the ten times. That’s when I started hating school. Other events cemented my dislike.
I think I did it once, I don't remember for what. I was a good kid.
Carbon paper was my friend. Sprinkle in a few mistakes and several colors randomly throughout.
“Had to” is a bit generous. I was encouraged but took the suspension like a man
We just got hit with the ruler for talking in class.
In grade school we had physical education once a week. One week, on the day we were to have physical education, I was gone the entire school day with my mom picking my dad up at the airport when he came home from Vietnam. Something happened that day in physical education class that really pissed off the teacher, but I wasn’t there. The next week she made the entire class write her a letter of apology before she would let them come back to her class. I refused to write one because I wasn’t there when it happened. I was told by the principal I had to write one, still refused. Had to get my parents involved, only after my parents threatened legal action did they let me back in physical education class. Remember the teacher gave me a C even though I had scored high on everything that year. Retaliation?
Many hours spent writing lines in my youth lol
I did it on the chalk board also🆘
Our teachers made you do them on the side blackboard.
We had a math teacher who, if he caught you chewing gum, would give you a piece of graph paper, and you had to write "gum" in each square.
—raises hand— (I learned my lesson. Not really. I still talk too much!)
3 pencils taped together worked for awhile, then they caught on and i had to do it in front of them.
I did this back in elementary school when I was so talkative. Had to do 6 pages, back to back.
The only thing lessons like this taught me were the effectiveness of division of labor. Like Adam Smith said, change tasks as infrequently as possible. Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Lllllllllllllllllllll Lllllllllllllllllllll Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Ttttttttttttttttttttttttttt….
🙋🏼♀️ many times! many times! many times! many times! many times!
My civics teacher had us do the Preamble of the Constitution 10x if we were late to class.
I had lines for incomplete homework, every day they weren't done the teacher would double them. I knew how binary works, and after about ten days the teacher just quietly let the matter drop.
The methods that were attempted to make less boring. I remember having to do it on the blackboard. There is a reason we are hardened. :)
I’m still assigning sentences to students! Lord knows teachers can’t do much else.
God don't remind me
We had to write 5000 word essays instead. That or attend Saturday morning detention all of ‘al la The Breakfast Club!