Although it's nasty and she may not even be with us anymore... I believe my Headmistress in infant school was insane...
She wrote my name on the blackboard in huge letters one morning before any of us came into the classroom. This gave me a jolt anyway, but then the teacher said that probably meant I was supposed to go to her office.
I went there and she looked at me sternly for a minute before saying 'wait there, I'm busy....' Moments later she she came back and dropped a completely obliterated rubix cube in my lap. She then proceeded to call me irresponsible, destructive etc... and lectured me that she spent £8 on this...
I had been in the office as part of a reading group the day before and a few of us had played with rubix cubes (she had a couple). I had lost interest quite quickly and put one back. Somewhere along the line, one of those 'special' kids must have been in later in the day and ahem, played with it.... I've no idea how they managed to smash it up so good, even more surprised the silly cow didn't notice. Anyways, my 7 year old pleas that I wasn't even playing with THIS cube fell on deaf ears. I sat there for an hour as she demanded I fix it.... I said something about needing glue, to which she responded 'stupid boy'. I presume I was supposed to use the powers of my mind to put it back.
BUT... as if that wasn't enough, when I got back to class, some kid had stolen my counting blocks and other necessary bits and pieces. We all used to sit in a circle and do these counting exercises. The teacher (A nice woman generally - the anti headmistress and the first person to declare that I should be an author..) told me to stop being stupid and get my blocks.
"Uhm... they're not in my tray, someone else has them."
"RIGHT, if you're going to be childish you can go and spend the afternoon in 6C!!"
Suddenly, I was forced to sit in with the six year olds!!!!! I spent the afternoon writing out The Three Little Pigs!! WTF?!?!!?
That was the greatest injustice I ever felt in my young years!!!! Was school always such a sadistic exercise?
I think this was almost beaten two years later, when a dinner lady blamed me for a burger that was thrown on the floor... she wouldn't let anyone on the table leave, until I admitted it was me....
Sometimes school was like being in Iraq!!!