Got sent to the principal's office

I got sent to the principal's office a lot in elementary school. It was a Catholic elementary school, so you can imagine the horrible soulless nuns who still seem to haunt your mind twenty years later. Honestly, they were that bad. I remember talking w/one of my mom's friends who is in their 60's, and we had went to the same Catholic school, and essentially he said he wouldn't have any peace until Monsignor 'Cueball's' casket was blown up.

Numerous times, at least up until high school. In grade school, being sent to the principal scared me (he was a fat, bald guy who reminded me of a sterner Mr. Weatherbee). Initially, it scared me a little in junior high as well, although the principal was mellower with me than he might have been because he and my mother were both originally from the same Jersey City neighborhood. My Dad was generally an easygoing guy, but you did not want to get him mad and my being called to the principal's office, especially if they got him involved, made him mad. The first time I got into trouble in junior high school (I've detailed it somewhat in another post) involved a fight...or maybe altercation is a better word...in which I split the other kid's lip wide open. I didn't initally see the blood, and when he made no retaliation in response to what I had done, I moved on, thinking I had bettered him without either of us suffering unduly. It was a big school, and walking down the main hallway, I not... Read more

A few times, but it lost any fear factor after the first time.  Nothing much happened.  On one visit, the principle started to tell me how my father would have been ashamed of my behaviour (I'd been in a fight) and I started laughing at him.Dad had been dead for about three years at that point, and had been known to resort to "shillelagh law" a time or two himself.

Once. I never really understood this as a form of punishment, unless the principal beats you with a bat or something.