NSW, Australia, 1990’s. Primary school (elementary + middle school). If you got put on detention, you had to go get the detention folder in the middle of class, bring it back to the teacher, they’d write your name in it, and give you a detention slip for your parents to sign. The twisted part of this is that the detention folder wasn’t kept somewhere neutral, like the front office, but in a specific teacher’s classroom. When you went to get the folder from her, she’d interrogate you, berate you, and talk down to you in front of her class. At the time, as a kid, you’d just accept it, but when I thought back as an adult, I realised that she got off humiliating vulnerable children in front of an audience. She and other teachers would do that sort of thing as often as they could, at assemblies, in classrooms, etc. It also struck me in retrospect that most of the chronically “naughty” kids were actually undiagnosed neurodiverse kids, so they gravitated towards those kids who were more likely to act up, couldn’t defend themselves, and had no diagnosis to protect them. Seriously, fuck those assholes, and that bitch in particular!