Childhood oddities

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Has anyone been expelled from kindergarten because of cutting up constantly instead of focusing on what he was supposed to do? I have.

Did anyone use to make funny faces in childhood photos? I definitely did. Looking at my childhood album, it looks like I had no idea what a straight face means.

I have never been expelled before, only suspended but never in kindergarten.

I always looked funny in my photos and I looked fine in most of them for family photos. It's when I was forced to smile I looked odd.

My behavior in Kindergarten would have gotten me expelled had I not been in a program for "brain-injured" children. I threw many tantrums. Didn't relate to the other kids.

I definitely got in trouble for making jokes I didn't realize were inappropriate, or responding inappropriately by taking a teacher literally. But, I felt so humiliated that I kept pretty quiet after this happened a few times. All elementary school report cards state something like, "Does not interact with other students," as well. And I did make a goofy face for a school photo, but my mom was highly unhappy, so that stopped.

Also hated sleeping with the window open in summer, but was forced to.

I was abused by employees at daycare so my parents had to pull me after like a month.

I did not attend kindergarten until preschool.

My preschool teacher abused me also (no tantrums, but I was very timid and unresponsive), she would beat me with a yard stick and encourage other kids to hit me with things also. I was pulled out of preschool after a couple months when I was pushed into a metal post and split my eyebrow and forehead, lost consciousness.

Oddly enough things were mostly normal when I went to 1st grade, though teacher complained that I'm unresponsive at times.

It wasn't until my senior year in high school that I got my first detention, and second, and third, all three from the same teacher. I have to say though, I must be a very polarizing person because people either strongly like or dislike me, few indifferent.

What the hell kind of teacher was this?

He/she belonged in jail or some kind of treatment.

I don't know if I should say I was abused in daycare as well when I was four. I was never beaten or had my hair pulled or nothing, the teacher just didn't like me and she was wishy washy and wouldn't follow my mom's instructions about how to handle me. (As people say, children don't come with manuals, I did apparently for daycare lol) But because she wouldn't follow it, there was trouble with me at daycare so I had behavior and she even got mad at me for "not listening" because I didn't know what a time out was and I couldn't understand why she was pointing saying "time out." The teachers there thought my mom never disciplined me so she was like "how dare you say I don't know how to probably raise my children." But they didn't notice that I was fine there until my old teacher decided she wanted to do a higher age group and they hired this new teacher who wanted to work in my age group but she didn't like me because I was different. Instead she wanted to do it her way than listen to my mother. Then that was when the troubles started. I remember I hated naps so I would get bored laying there, I also would wander into the big kid's area because I thought the activities we did were boring and I preferred doing things with my hands and I couldn't understand why I couldn't put bark dust down the slide and why it would make the teacher mad and I preferred to sit in a certain spot at a table and do the same activity each time. If I wasn't allowed to play with that puzzle toy, I just sat there and did nothing. One time I noticed I had my sweater on backwards because the tag was on the front and I knew it belong in the back so I took it off during story time and put it on right but luckily it was a different person reading us a story or else I would have gotten in trouble if it were my regular teacher. Also I remember when I preferred wearing shoes to bed and I always wore these black boots and I can remember the teaching coming and she would try and pull them off and I would grab onto them but she always won because she was stronger than me. But then I never went back to that place and I was so glad the bus driver had stopped bringing me there because every time she would drop me off there after school, daycare teachers had to get on the bus and get me off because I wouldn't get off and this little girl named Amy who rode my bus always liked saying "Okay Beth" over and over every time we pulled up in the parking lot. I mean seriously, if I lacked discipline, why would I even be afraid to get off the bus and go in that building? That is a characteristic of an abused child there. It would indicate a red flag for that place.

I wonder about ADHD or hyperactivity of some kind as being part of that for you?

I had no trouble in class in kindergarten and school, it was the playground bullies that were the troublemakers for me, their snarling faces..and I had no problem at all in understanding what their facial expressions meant.

Kindergarten was pretty ok. I was very sensitive and played alone, that's it. I remember crying a lot and having toilet troubles but that's about it.

My problem was that I was uncommunicative.

In second grade I was late getting back from recess because I was in the lavatory when the bell rang.
When I got back the nun gave me detention.
I didn't tell her the reason I was late or that I was a bus student and detention meant I would miss my bus.
When detention was over I started walking home and got lost but eventually spotted a familiar building and found my way home.

It was getting dark and my mother was mad because she sent my brother out on his bike to find me and was worried about him because he wasn't back yet.
My mother called the school the next day and the nun told her that she didn't know I was a bus student and I should have told her.

I didn't go to kindergarten or first grade because I was in a special program. But on my first day day of "Kindergarten" I was excited for school and I remember my mom washed my hair that morning and I got to see new kids on the bus as we picked them up and I walked to my classroom and I remember the teacher had a coloring page on each desk and it was of an apple. I color it and I can remember the teacher saying "crayons down" and I wouldn't listen because I was done with the apple yet. I had to finish it before I put my crayon down. I didn't understand why I was being told to put it down, I wasn't finished yet. Then I noticed other kids had their crayons down and it bugged me that my apple was not finished. I learned to color faster over time to a point I just didn't want to color the pages anymore because I wouldn't always finish it. But I remember it took me a while to get used to being in that new classroom and once I got used to it, I was in less trouble there. But the following year I did a lot better in that class on the first day of school because it was same classroom and same teacher and same stuff. the only difference was new kids and the older kids were no longer in my class and they were next door and I was so happy because lot of them were too hyper for me and one of them was mean and always got other kids into trouble because he always lied. He had gotten me into trouble several times too with his lies. So the classroom was a lot calmer, less chaotic. Also some things were different in that room because when I was six, the teacher had this strange discipline thing about moving your card. Each student had a card with their name on it. If you did something wrong, you were told to move your card so you had to move it to another spot. I never understood this method so every time I wanted to move my card, all I had to do was get the teacher's attention and hope I was doing something wrong to be told to move it. The following year, we didn't have that card thing anymore. But my parents say me being in that class was a mistake and my mom felt it made me regress. But I quit acting up when I was put in mainstream. I can remember thinking in my special classroom, some kids had special rules they were allowed to break so I would break some rules on purpose to see what I was allowed to do. I also mimicked other kids in the room because I didn't know any better. I thought that is was normal behavior and school behavior. Then one day I slipped up and forgot so I came home screaming. That slip up sure got me out of that classroom because it was how my parents found out I was in the wrong classroom and I was mimicking kids in there acting up.

Then on the first day of my new school I did better with the change probably because I already knew what the class looked like and the fact I had already toured the school and also there were kids in that school from my neighborhood. But I also felt weird in me because everything was different including the gym and the tables and different staff. But I remember I was obsessed with the F word at the time so I kept on saying it. My mother couldn't get me to stop until she slapped my mouth.

I've never been expelled from anything. I was sent out of music class a few times in 5th grade for deliberately disrupting class.
When I lost focus in school, I just day dreamed, so I wasn't disrupting class.

As a kid (daycare, elementary school age) I would at times grimace at the camera just before the picture was taken, which I thought was funny at that age. But there was one pic taken when I was playing an electronic game where I am pulling an incredible face unintentionally.

I was an odd kid. The teachers used to move where I sat in the classroom a lot. I used to have a hard time concentrating with all of the sensory information a classroom full of children creates.

I often came home from school in tears because I just couldn't handle it. Sometimes I still do, so many years later.

I had bullies, won awards, in public.

Broke down, at home.

I was never expelled. But I did get detention once in middle school

I was held back twice in kindergarten, but I think that was due to my lack of social interaction and incredible shyness. My first kindergarten teacher thought I was mentally ret*d.