All The Reasons We Went To Detention In The '90s

Your teacher specified you were to use a number 2 pencil, but you like to live life on the edge. She was not amused, particularly after noticing you dotted all your i's with hearts.

I'll refrain from explaining why dress codes feed into bogus gender roles and unfair stereotypes by policing women's bodies (even though I could totally have this conversation right now), and instead I'll leave it at this: You showed up one morning in a spaghetti-strap tank top with your bra straps showing, and of course immediately ran into Principle Dumb Dumb. Off to detention, you miscreant.

Ooooo, so bad! This would've been epic if your geometry teacher hadn't walked past your desk just as you were typing "BOOBS" in numbers.

You thought poetry was for squares and weenies, so you never bothered with English class. You found this to be an appropriate reason for skipping. Your English teacher begged to differ.

Sometimes, we'd sneak them under the desk to discreetly feed them and clean up their poop. Other times, they'd start beeping wildly out of the blue. These situations often ended in detention, but your digital pet was left behind.

You weren't even allowed to touch each other when you slow-danced, so you knew that a little tongue action under the bleachers was really playing with fire.

This always, always, always ended in detention — after your teacher gave you a special scraper and made you scrape every single piece of gum off of every desk in the room, while the whole class watched and laugh.

Mrs. Smith: "Is that something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?"

You: "No."

Mrs. Smith: *opens very intricately folded note that was really meant for your friend Brittany and reads it aloud* "Mrs. Smith smells like bologna."

You: ...

Mrs. Smith: "Get out."

These weren't a big deal in the beginning, but then somehow, people actually started getting hurt. You had such an awesome collection of slap bracelets, too.

You played out on recess but didn't want to lose the killer game of Tetris you had going; so you left it turned on and hoped for the best. Then it started making all kinds of weird noises during your pop quiz in geography and, well, we all know how this sad story ends.

You tried convincing your teacher that "eat my shorts" was actually a compliment, but she didn't buy it. Whatever.

I don't think anyone shot spitballs, aside from in the movies. Instead, we played with Koosh Ball slingshots, which were definitely against school rules.

It never failed. At least once a week during quiet reading time, someone would play back a fake fart on their Yak Bak and everyone would laugh hysterically — except the teacher, who would always find the culprit and banish them to detention hall.

Sometimes, it was harmless pictures of JTT and Freddie Prinze, Jr. (swoon). Other times, it was a rather revealing cut-out from the Abercrombie magazine. A definite no-no.

If you ever walked in wearing Bart Simpson or Beavis and Butt-Head, you could expect to be sent home to change with a note pinned to your backpack... or they'd send you straight to detention. You knew better.

You were supposed to be learning how to type with Mavis Beacon. What were you thinking?!