This morning, I am joining in with Emily and Kelly’s Remember The Time blog prompt.
For some reason, the first thing that sprung to mind is the following story. It’s a bit feeble but I’m just going to run with it.
When I was about ten years old, I had an operation on my hip and spent about six weeks with plaster down both of my legs. A lady used to bring me work from school so I didn’t fall behind. I think, actually, because I didn’t have anyone around me to distract me, I got quite far ahead with things. When I then went back to school, I was ahead of everyone else and bored so I got a bit restless and naughty.
Because my operation meant I had to use crutches for a little while and had a huge healing scar, I couldn’t go swimming. I used to still go along to the swimming pool but would just sit on the side.
This particular day, I had an idea that I wasn’t going with them, I’m not sure why. Then someone came and found me and said I was supposed to be on the bus. So off I toddled towards the school gates to the bus. My teacher, Miss Moore, saw me as I approached the bus and came over and really bollocked me.
She was going, “We were looking everywhere for you. We’re really late now. You’ve held everyone up.”
And this, my friends, is the moment at which I totally broke the rules. I broke the rules of the teacher-pupil relationship. I broke my own rules of good behaviour. I broke the rules of respecting authority. This was the first thing that sprung to mind when I saw that I had to write about breaking the rules.
When my teacher shouted at me for being naughty, I said…..
“So.”
Wowzers! What on earth was that about?! That is crazy talk.
I remember being quite shocked that that had come out of my mouth and being like, “Omygoodness, she’s gonna go mad!”
And even though I’m 28 years old and have done lots of other things in my life, had numerous jobs and lived in many different places, for some reason, this singular incident when I was 10 years old is my first thought when I am asked to write about breaking the rules.
lazylauramaisey 
Posted by Hadassa on October 27, 2013 at 07:40
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Posted by Alex Jones on October 27, 2013 at 19:32
What was your teachers reaction?
Posted by lazylauramaisey on October 27, 2013 at 19:39
She was quite taken aback and I remember her telling me not to be so cheeky and calling me ‘Miss Maisey’ or ‘young lady’ or something.
Posted by The Waiting on October 27, 2013 at 23:27
My husband has a very similar story that I love for him to tell. When he was in kindergarten, he went to a very conservative Christian academy. One day, the door to his cubby was jammed shut and he couldn’t get it open, so he told his teacher that his cubby was “screwed up.” And he got in trouble for using those highly blasphemous words. A couple of deviants, you both were. ;D
Posted by lazylauramaisey on October 28, 2013 at 05:28
Omg! I’m seeing him in a whole different light now.
Posted by kindredspirit23 on October 30, 2013 at 20:04
I remember doing a trespass on a local university grounds once, not knowing that I shouldn’t climb the fence to see if the ballet was being held at the stadium. I ran into a security guard and, fortunately, there were about 6-8 people back at my car wanting to know if I found the ballet. The guard was not happy.
Scott
Posted by lazylauramaisey on November 12, 2013 at 17:29
Just noticed this comment. What a brilliant story!
Posted by kindredspirit23 on November 13, 2013 at 06:02
lol – thanks! Wasn’t so brilliant at the time.