I was a very quiet kid in elementary school. My grades weren't great to begin with, but one day my teacher called my home before I got there and said I was screwing around in class, talking too much, passing notes, and all around being disruptive. Well, she had called the wrong phone number because I knew exactly which kid she was talking about and it sure as hell wasn't me. Didn't matter though, I got home not expecting anything because I didn't do anything wrong and was met with the full wrath and fury of my dad flipping his shit over my grades "and now this". Then I got in trouble for lying because they didn't believe me when I said the idiot teacher must have dialed the wrong number. All they had to do was call her back, but nope.