In choir we got to pick our seats in our section daily. You'd walk in, sit down with your stuff mostly, but if you had to go do something like visit the restroom before class you'd just leave your stuff to mark your place. This girl that was always in fights and would pinch and hit people all the time kept insisting she'd been in before me and I was in her place so I'd move and let her have my spot. About 3/4 through the year one day I had enough and said no. This is my spot you sit somewhere else.
She waited until the teacher was bent down in this cabinet the record player was in putting music on for us to sing and punched me in the face. I'd never hit anyone in my life so for whatever reason my response was to make a fist and slap her across the face with it. Unfortunately for me when the girl hit me my glasses flew off and I was told later hit the teacher straight in the ass so of course she turned around just in time to see me hit this girl.
Lucky for me this was before people lost there minds regarding problems with violence in schools. The teacher sent us to the principal, who so happened to have been my principal since first grade who had moved up to the junior high with me. He knew I'd never been sent to his office before, never been in a school fight, never been any trouble at all. For whatever reason he asks this girl her side first. She starts telling him how I've been bullying her for her seat in choir all year and I can't stand it. I start bawling my eyes out and tell him she's lying. He tells me to be quiet and I sit there with tears running down my face while she tells him all about how she feels frightened of me and always gives up her seat but today did not want to do that. Eventually I get my say and sob out how she's lying, she's the one who's been bullying me for my seat, and all that. Principal comes down hard telling me he believes me and the two of them are going to have a private conversation so I need to go back to class.
And here's where the dumb part comes in. I stop at the bathroom, clean up my face, get a drink, and make it back to the choir room. Choir teacher asks me what punishment I got. I truthfully say none but the principal is having a private chat with the other girl. Teacher grabs my arm, drags me the entire way back to the office. Even though she is this tiny woman in six inch heels she is so mad she is steaming toward the office at a speed I can barely keep up with. Eventually get there and she shoves me down in a chair and marches straight to the principal's office. She threw his door open and walked right in yelling demands as to why he is not beating my sorry ass.
Eventually he has her shut the door. Don't know what was said but she steamed back out still pissed off to her class. Principal comes out laughing. Tells me not to worry about it but the teacher is worked up so why doesn't he send someone to get my notebook from the choir room. Then I can just go to my next class from here.
Later found out this teacher was sending us to the office because she's no longer allowed to deal with student trouble makers in her class. She apparently hurt a kid beating him with a paddle. This was in the days when paddling misbehaving students in the hallways was a normal thing for teachers to do.
Years later I was telling this story in my hometown and found out she abused her kid when angry, too. Kid is married and lives in town, even works as a teacher, but refuses to speak to her mother and has a restraining order because my teacher showed up in her hospital room when she had her first child refusing to leave until she saw her grandchild.