I put snow ON TOP of an outdoor electricity outlet.

It was the kind with those plastic covers. It was winter of fifth grade. There was some snow on the ground. The outside cover to this specific one on the light pole was broken off since a guy I knew ran face first into it the year prior. There was still the tiniest bit of dried blood on the corner and I was joking that we should wash it off. Picked a piece off of the ground, put it on the top. Cue English teacher walking over to me with the sternest look on her face. Accused me of putting snow in the outlet, told me and my other friend who was there to "go on the fence" (a common punishment for my grade, meant you couldn't play during recess). I tried to explain to her that I was only putting it on top, but she wouldn't listen.

Now, I thought that was it. Fine, whatever. I'll get over it. No, that was not the case. I had her class right after recess and she slips a form onto my desk and sends me to the office. It's a referral to be talked to by the principal, accusing me of vandalism. I was shitting myself, as a goody-two-shoes girl who thought that detention was the end of the world. All logic was thrown out the window and I sat in the office, crying, waiting for my fate to reach me. The principal, a pretty intimidating woman who I already didn't like, even though she had barely been there for a year, walked out, talked to my other friend who was also sent up, and then came to me. I explained myself. She told me not to put snow on the outlet again, ripped up the form and threw it away, and I went back to class.

Needless to say I hated that teacher for the rest of the year with even more of a passion.

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END NOTE: The daughter of this teacher came into my class the next year and I was complaining about this incident. She, without my request, asked her mom about this, why she gave me such a punishment for something so stupid. Her reasoning? The teacher was in a bad mood that day.