The insane stuff that teachers and administrators worry about in school continues to amaze me. The wasted time spent hassling some kid for something basically harmless, like swearing , amazed me, and still does.
I remember this one kid coming to class wearing a baseball cap, and the teacher lost it, he didn't want to take it off and she got all red in the face and it was so over the top, it got us laughing at her. Turned out the kid had been under his car the night before and had burned off a whole lot of his hair on the exhaust and his mom basically shaved his head to even it out. What is is about a hat that gets them so upset? Gum?
My own experience with teacher insanity, well, about something like this anyway is when I came to school after being really sick from the flu freshman year, and having a fairly decent beard going. I was 14. I didn't shave because I wanted a friend to see it, as I was the first of us, by far, to start shaving (at 12), and none of us had ever really had a beard at all yet.
The teacher takes a look at me right after class starts and says "Hey! You need to wash your face before you come to MY class!" Me; "HUH??" "Oh, you mean my beard??" She comes over and gets about 3" from my face, then twists her mouth up and says, "How the hell old are you?" I laugh and say "14!" She looked like she was going to punch me, then tells me not to come back the next day unless I shaved. I was confused by this, and asked her, "Why are you so upset about me having a beard?" She goes out the door, and goes down the hall. Her and the moron principal come back and they take turns looking at me through the little window in the door. Finally, I'm ordered to come out into the hall. The teacher goes back into class and he principal asks me why I have a beard. I had to say it, "Uhh, puberty??" He tried to keep from laughing, but couldn't, and then asks me again. I tell him why, and then ask, "Why does she care about me shaving?" He said he didn't know, but he wanted me to shave tomorrow. I told him I would think about it. He didn't like that, but just told me to go into class.
I go in and the teacher goes out into the hall and they get into it. We can't understand them, but she was pissed, big time. After school, I'm at home. My dad, who was sick too answers the phone. It's the teacher. My dad's sitting there, listening, and finally says "Hey, don't you have something better to worry about than if my kid has hair on his face?" She sputtered and stammered and he says, "Well, I have something more important to do than talk to you about this BS!" She says, "What would that be?" He says "I gotta pee!", and hangs up. He looks at me and laughs, and says "Jeez, what a nut she is!" Don't shave, to hell with her!
And I didn't, for a whole week, until it was bugging me so much I got rid of it. The teacher was openly hostile the rest of the year. It was fun.