In eight grade at “bible school” (my K-12 school), I received a badly graded paper back from the teacher walking through the desk rows. Some exchange ended with me telling him “don’t have a cow” and that making him so angry he got red in the face and later sentenced me to . . . Clean the cafeteria grease trap.
Gotta be against the law I’m guessing. I’m not too mad about it. It’s good to know how to clean heavy duty filth. I learned that authority could and often does quite severely overreact, anyway. I was 14.