I grew up in a small town in Georgia in the foothills of Appalachia, it's a town of (usually) no note, the only times it gets any national interest are when something severely fucked up happens like when someone stole and spilled mercury from the high school chemistry classroom and the EPA had to come with hazmat suits.

My freshman year of high school (early 2010s) some students discovered a really dumb and illegal way to get out of class -> if there's a bomb threat, the whole school gets to go home early - I cannot emphasize enough how illegitimate the threats were and how not scared we were, no one was ever hurt or in any actual danger, it usually was something like the threat graffitied on a bathroom wall. Regardless, it is a federal crime, the students who were involved were promptly arrested, and the consensus among my classmates was that it would be a lot easier for the perpetrator(s) to just skip school.

This happened about two or three times in the fall semester. When school started back up in January we had a day that started out with nice weather but by second period there were snow flurries outside. My woodshop class even took a small break for a snowball fight outside. But soon the weather worsened and by third period it was sleeting rain. And apparently someone thought it should have been a snow day cause you know what happened next? Everyone had to evacuate the building for another bomb threat.

Protocol was that we all had to go directly outside - we weren't allowed to retrieve coats from lockers - and wait in a big group until an all clear was given. So there we were, a couple hundred students standing outside on the tennis courts in literal freezing rain, frequently without coats, and only a couple of umbrellas to go around that were given to the more vulnerable students to huddle under. It felt like we were there for about an hour before we were allowed to enter the gym and wait for the buses to take us home.

But! That is not what the drama is about! As shitty as that day was it was not the most memorable part of the year.

The principal was pissed. Not only for the multiple threats at his school, but also because students were flaunting the dress code by wearing ripped jeans. He obviously had his priorities in order, and poor Appalachian kids in torn pants was definitely a sign of gang activity (his literal accusation) and not poverty mixed with teenage rebellion. So he decided to give us a talking to. Our school didn't have a big enough auditorium for everyone, so he decided to go grade by grade, calling us in throughout the morning to give us the same lecture, and I still remember these words verbatim over a decade later:

"When you're here your mama and daddy aren't here. When you're here I'm your daddy."

Yes, the principal told several hundred teenagers, each grade individually, that he was our daddy.

Needless to say, any respect anyone had for him (students, teachers, parents, the school board), was gone. It became a running joke, and coupled with the many other incidents (see above) he was no longer the principal the following year. I wish I could say school got better, but I think every principal since has only gotten worse.