It wasn't me!

Oh yes, identical situation. French teacher insisted I was talking in class and sent me out. It was the girls behind me but he wouldn’t listen to my explanation. When the truth came out he had the grace to apologise to me.

oh dear, it always was me talking.

No it was usually me

Quite a bit recently

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I think tall children often get blamed or held responsible while their smaller friends are assumed to be younger. Maybe not in class, but particularly when the adult doesn't know their ages. I was the tall one and they always assumed I was older than my friend (who was usually the instigator) so I was talked down to by the adult. You should know better etc.

Yes, similar experience to OP. First year at High school, made a silly mistake in a test as did another girl who was sitting in front of me. Teacher accused me of copying my answer from her, I denied it as I had not copied.
He kept on and on saying you did didn't you- until eventually I said I had. He then ranted at how wrong copying was etc etc and eventually I was allowed to go.
Never trusted his judgement again after that and was glad that I didnt really have any lessons with him once that year was over. Ironically he taught RE.

My husband is 76. When he was about 8, he was accused if stealing biscuits at school and paraded in front of the class and humiliated. It wasn't him. He's never forgotten it.

Ah yes. On day 1 of a new job my manager tore me off a strip in front of the whole office, waving a letter about and pointing in turn to the many mistakes on it, finishing his rant with “Lazy work like this is not acceptable in Germany” before pausing for breath and for me to have the chance to say that it wasn’t me who had typed it.

I cannot remember it happening to me, but DD had it happen to her - and ended up in the head mistresses office.

She did talk a lot in class and freely admitted to it, but one day the maths teacher accused her of talking when she wasn't. She denied it, and kept on denying it, even though the teacher insisted she had been talking. She ended up being sent to stand outside the door.

Along came the Headmistress, who asked why she had been sent out.en. She said that the teacher had said she was talking, when she wasn't and she refused to say she had when it wasn't true.

The head mistress sent her to her office until she returned to it. After about 10 minutes the break bell rang, and the HM came back and sent her to break and siad she would speak to her at a later (unspecified) time. That time never came.

I am sure the HM had a quiet word with the teacher involved, but I was very proud of DD's courage in steadfastly refusing to be persuaded to admit to doing something she had not done.

In work as a grown woman. I gave someone info on the phone as suggested by a colleague who was the (female) manager’s pet. When I told her it had been on her favourite’s advice, she replied “But X wouldn’t tell you to say that”! Oh yes she did! I stuck to my guns but felt furious she had virtually called me a liar!

Told in a front of a whole school assembly to go and wash my lipstick off. Bit difficult as I had never worn any, being a quiet 11 year old!

Yes, I was accused of stealing a girl's purse, I knew who had taken it and told the teacher. From then on I was known as a liar and thief, I think of it occasionally and it still annoys me.

Accused of being cheeky to my Latin teacher in secondary school by saying three times in a row that I hadn't heard the question he was asking me.

Was sent outside the door. Our headmaster passed by and asked me the reason why.

That evening, I complained to my mother that I couldn't hear very well. She took me at once to our GP who found my "nasal passages" totally blocked by catarrh (due to adenoid inflammation).

To hospital - adenoids removed. After convalescence returned to school. In my first Latin lesson, the teacher, who had thought I'd cheeked him and sent me out of class, told me to stand up. I thought "What have I done now"? Red in the face, he then apologized to me in front of the whole class. I was amazed - and think it was the doing of our brilliant headmaster! Have never forgotten this rare example of justie and humility from a "superior".

My son, who was often in trouble at school and rightly so, was accused of making racist remarks about a boy in his class and stealing his pencil case. This was on the last day of the summer term so we were asked to discuss it with him over the holidays and come in with him on the first day back for a meeting.

As a teacher myself I was appalled and we did indeed discuss it with him during the holidays and punished him as we usually did for his silly behaviour in school. He did not really defend himself other than say he did not do it but with not much conviction so we did not believe him.

During the meeting, when we were told details about the incident, that it happened when the year group were outside for sports day and was witnessed by a teacher, his Head of Year and I looked at each other as we knew it could not have been my son. Due to an earlier incident, he had been banned from taking part in sports day and was in isolation in the behaviour unit!

We did get an apology but no explanation about why this teacher who reported the incident, the victim did not complain and I don’t think the school even spoke to him as it was the last day of term. My son was very distinctive looking, taller than most children and a lot of curly black hair so not likely to have been mistaken for someone else. Although the Head said he would investigate and talk to both the child and teacher, we heard nothing more.

Hate injustice, I was called out for something during an assembly in our school that I didn’t do. I was mortified. An epileptic boy was prone to making random noises and it was suggested 5hat I laughed…I certainly didn’t, not at him.
Our head was a bully, and a pervert and I at the age of 11 walked out of the school and home due to his behaviour.

When I was working, I was cajoled into taking minutes of office meetings which I found very stressful. At the top of the notes I had to type the names if all attendees.
On one occasion, after a particularly difficult meeting, I went around the table in my head, typing the names of the 30 or so attendees. I duly distributed the notes. A lady came up to my desk and said that I had left her name off. I apologised profusely (she was a friend). She then said that I had left her off deliberately because she was black. I was mortified and scared that I would lose my job.

I was in PT and was asked to take a message to another class.
When the teacher opened the door,she accused me of knocking in a cheeky way.
I had no idea what she meant and I still don't.

* P5, not PT.

I was a medical secretary for a practice and on the phone to the hospital, following up something.

The secretary on the other end of the phone said she had left me a message. I apologised and said to her that I didn't get the message and whoever took it didn't pass it on to me.

Next thing, the accounts lady loudly and angrily shouted at me (while I was still on the phone) that it wasn't her. I had to put my hand briefly over the handset and say "I know"!.

When I put the phone down the accounts lady was off her head with anger that I'd accused her. I said I wasn't accusing her and that I knew it wasn't her because the message had been taken when the accounts lady wasn't in, probably by a receptionist.

Unfortunately she made life hell for me after that. Sadly her husband was a partner if the practice so it was hard to complain. Fortunately her husband always treated me and staff fairly.

It would be me, talking usually...
Two of my children have red hair and complain ( justifiably I suspect) that if they were part of a group misbehaving, they were the one recalled by staff.

I can sympathise Kate, hard to believe that the workplace can be as bad as school!

Yes
In the Juniors - Headmistress came into the room and the girl behind us kept digging her ink filled pen nib into our backsides. My friend and I turned round and said "Stop it" and we had to go and have our knuckles rapped (hard) with a ruler by the HM. The culprit smirked because she got away with it.

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