In 8th grade i would spend a lot of class on my phone by hiding it in my desk. I was still one of the only people to regularly participate in class and was a straight A student until uni.
There was one instance where another srudent ratted me out for using my phone. He had tried to rat me out multiple times before but i usually stuck it in a book or folder. This time he called me out for doing so, so the teacher ended up taking my phone. School policy was that she would have to turn it over to the principal and my parents would have to pick it up. The teacher was a 60+ year old former nun and I had strict parents so i was not looking forward to it. When we went out to lunch the teacher called me over and told me to wait for a second. She handed me my phone back and told me not to get caught again.
She never checked my desk for my phone again and I continued to be one of the only people who raised my hand.
It was a small Catholic school in a big city and the student population was a majority middle-class white kids; that is to say that despite being the weird nerdy queer brown kid I was one of the best behaved, had some of the best grades, consistently output high quality work (even when bullshitting it), and participated in all my classes including religion despite being an outspoken atheist. Most of my teachers loved me and gave me a lot of leniency because even at my worst I was still leagues ahead typically. It also helped that my mom was very involved and made it known if i was causing trouble that they could call her and she’d sort it out quickly, so if i ever was actually out of line they knew it wouldn’t last long.
In 8th grade i would spend a lot of class on my phone by hiding it in my desk. I was still one of the only people to regularly participate in class and was a straight A student until uni.
There was one instance where another srudent ratted me out for using my phone. He had tried to rat me out multiple times before but i usually stuck it in a book or folder. This time he called me out for doing so, so the teacher ended up taking my phone. School policy was that she would have to turn it over to the principal and my parents would have to pick it up. The teacher was a 60+ year old former nun and I had strict parents so i was not looking forward to it. When we went out to lunch the teacher called me over and told me to wait for a second. She handed me my phone back and told me not to get caught again.
She never checked my desk for my phone again and I continued to be one of the only people who raised my hand.
Aw what a nice teacher! I was in school way before smart phones came out. I definitely would have used one during class. 😂
It was a small Catholic school in a big city and the student population was a majority middle-class white kids; that is to say that despite being the weird nerdy queer brown kid I was one of the best behaved, had some of the best grades, consistently output high quality work (even when bullshitting it), and participated in all my classes including religion despite being an outspoken atheist. Most of my teachers loved me and gave me a lot of leniency because even at my worst I was still leagues ahead typically. It also helped that my mom was very involved and made it known if i was causing trouble that they could call her and she’d sort it out quickly, so if i ever was actually out of line they knew it wouldn’t last long.