When I was in primary school the cane was still legal... so I would get six of the best for daydreaming....six of the best for chatting... six of the best for minching.... six of the best for setting the local farmers hedgerow on fire....etc
I got yelled at for everything, screeched at. I had teachers make right out fun of me and actually get the whole class to answer questions about my lackings. But when I really think about it I think the spaced-out-ness I would get when I would stare into the nowhere was the only time they just told me normally to get back to my work as if I forgot where I was or something when I was probably just falling asleep... They thought I was ****** in the head cuz I remember finding papers at home of them babbling about it (as well as other things) behind my back all officially. Of course I was never asked the why of anything, I was just assumed to be ****** up.<br />
Manhandling in that hell hole school I was in is a whole series of stories on its own.....
Yelled at, lectured, punished--a lot! Then I figured out how to do it without looking as if I were doing it and that solved my problem. Daydreaming was the only thing that kept me, and my soul, alive during the miserable, boring, oppressive, humiliating years of education in the public school system.
Not exactly, my usual ex<x>pression is tranquil and kind of sleepy so all through school teachers constantly picked me for random questions but only two ever just assumed I was daydreaming and yelled at me, lol.
In my class, I consider daydreaming as a good way to visualize the material that they are talking about in class. But no one ever yelled at me for it.
I fell asleep in my Business studies class, it was soooo boring, looking back thats probably why I failed miserably at high school and then had to return as a mature student. Damn it should have stayed awake! Oh and I didn't get yelled at, I dont think that the teacher cared, as I didn't, sadly.
No, not for daydreaming. Now outright REM Sleep dreaming is an entirely different matter. I got yelled at about that all the time.
I did, alot more so when, I moved from Chicago to a little town in Missouri. Ill. schools are 2 years ahead of Mo. I wanted to move up 2 grades, they wouldn't let me, so I daydreamed, drew pictures, talked in class, passed notes, mouthed off to the teacher argued with the teacher, spent so much time in the principals office I became friends with him. I think he felt kinda sorry for me. I was trying to recover from my dads death, and moveing to a town the size of one of Chicago's city blocks.