In fourth grade I laughed when this girl sneezed really really loudly near me. My teacher took me out into the hallway to tell me how mean that was and how I could have hurt the girl's feelings. (Oh, and the girl was a good friend of mine.) And then about 10 days before graduating from high school, I had been called down to the Vice Principal's office to get some graduation requirement forms finished up. I didn't want to be missing class and I'd been sitting outside his office for over a half-hour when I asked the secretary if she thought he'd be able to see me soon. She told me to go poke my head in and find out. His office door was wide open, so I peered into the room. He was leaning back with his feet propped up, laughing and talking to someone's mom who had come in. He looked up at me (and the girl who had followed me who was also leaning into the doorframe a bit) and said, "Yeah?" and I said "We've been waiting for a while and wondered if you'd be able to see us soon?" He smiled and said "In a minute." The other girl and I went back into the hallway to wait, and a few minutes later Mr. W came out. He pointed right at me, said, "You!" and brought me into his office. Then he shut the door and started yelling at me about how incredibly rude I was, did I think the school revolved around me? and here someone's distressed mother had needed to talk to him, and me being the incredibly rude, selfish person I was had shamed him, myself, and the entire school with my behavior. I started crying and he got even angrier at me for crying about it then pulled the "You do want to graduate, don't you? Because I don't have to help you with these forms!" so I cried more. The whole office and the adjacent offices and everyone in the hallway could hear the whole thing. That's about it. I did miss about 200 days of school in high school, due to depression and a back injury, which got me a few trips to see my counselor, but that really wasn't "getting caught" doing anything. I never had detention, though. Well, one time in Kindergarten I didn't push my chair in on my way out to recess, so I was supposed to stay in at the next recess and practice pushing it in or something, but I slipped out the door and it never came up again. (I still feel a bit guilty about that). I know my "worst thing at school" is a bit off the ordinary mark, but I was a pretty good kid.