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I've had it easy my whole life when it comes to discipline in the school setting, and I'll cop to that. Why? My dad is a high school principal. When I was young, he was the principal of the only high school in our small-town district. When I was older, we moved to a larger school district, but the administrators at my schools (my dad was never my principal) all knew my dad. I never ever in a million years tried to exploit my status as his daughter; I was just given the benefit of the doubt many times. Mind you, I never got into serious trouble as I never did anything truly bad. Skipping classes was probably the worst of my offenses in junior high and high school. Skiving my zero period at the senior high school got me into a bit of trouble with my parents and my dad tried to get my junior high school to punish me over it, but that didn't really work out because my assistant principal thought that I'd learned my lesson (I swore up and down that I had) and didn't insist that I serve detention. Similarly, in 11th grade the high school assistant principal caught me hanging out in the commons when she knew full well I had algebra 2. Did anything happen? Nope.
Also, in elementary school I clocked a guy in the nose who had been harassing me for weeks at recess. My father had instructed me to 1) tell him to stop it, 2) inform the playground assistant if he didn't stop it, and finally 3) to punch him in the nose if he didn't quit it after those two steps and if the playground assistant hadn't effectively put a stop to it. Given that my bases were well covered, my principal couldn't do anything but laugh when I got sent to his office. He called my mom up and informed her that he couldn't punish me if he tried--I reminded him too much of his wife when they were kids.
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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