This is the punishment that a 6 year old boy in Oregon received for being late after his mother's car wouldn't start.

Schools really don't want to know. It makes their lives harder to get involved with the kids, especially if they don't like them for whatever reason. There were some very obvious problems going on at home with me. Looking back, my behaviour was very scary and had all the signs that there was something going on but no one cared. Instead I was labelled a bad kid, my acting out was attention seeking and it was all my fault. I had no excuse for acting like I was because there was nothing bad in my life. When I snitched on my mum for doing something awful to me when I was six, instead of the teacher caring, she told me off for making up awful lies. Who the hell makes up a story about their mum hitting them, screaming at them and throwing them out of the house at that age? As I got older the cries for help got even worse because I couldn't speak about anything happening to me with anyone, I never ate anything in school. I wasn't allowed near the other kids at playtime because it was too much trouble to make the other kids play nice with me so I would sit at the side of the building and just cry because I felt so awful. I was isolated from the other kids at seven years old because of some crap my relatives pulled and life sucked. No one cared about my stress headaches that I had all the time, no one gave a damn about me throwing up multiple times every single morning no one cared. Mum only decided to care when it started to affect her days off work and instead of comforting me, she screamed at me.

In a very similar note to your story though, there was this thing in my school called pupil of the week. One kid from every single class was given this award for being good, having good work, being kind etc. This was introduced when I was in year 3 I think. I never got it. Every kid in class was supposed to get it at least once in a year but I never did. One time though I was given it though. I was in year 6 and my teacher had a headache. I kept asking her if she was ok, needed water etc because I was a nice kid who actually cared about others. I don't know why I did because she was not a nice person. I got the badge and was so damn proud. Little me didn't care that I hadn't had it before, I was just happy to have it at least once. I get back to school the next week and my teacher tells me in front of the entire class that she only gave me the badge because I was nice to her when she had a headache. That I didn't actually deserve it. All I had done was walk into the classroom and sat down. I really hated that school.

I still can't understand how adults can treat a little kid like that. I saw similar things that happened to me, happen to a little girl in a school I helped out at. I reported all the incidents to the head who had no idea the teachers and support assistants were bullying a little girl. From what I heard they were not happy someone snitched but they never knew it was me. In my school though the head teacher knew what was going on, she told me it was all my fault, I was the bad guy no matter what I did and just gave up. The only reason the bullying was at least toned down was because one day my mum got so angry that I was sick that she called the school and yelled at them for causing the problem. She must have known I was getting badly bullied even though I kept my mouth shut. She saw it and never did anything about it. She also calmed down a little bit at home for a while. This one outburst was the only time she ever protected me as a kid. It didn't stop the crap, but at least I wasn't on such soft eggshells all the time.

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