Ahh yes, I remember those days...good times...good times :-)
To top it all, I was what was then considered to be a JD (juvenile delinquent for any liberals here)because I wore a leather jacket with the collar up and had a DA.
I was a tough guy who was scared sh*tless of the teachers because if I EVER said a word back to them with a hint of disrespect, depending on the teacher I would either get sent to the office where I would get a couple days detention, or if it was a second offense (or greater) a note goes home and the folks needed to come to the school and speak with the principal. That meant ass kickin’ time at the homestead and a few more days in after school including at least one weekend. There were 1 or 2 teachers who weren’t shy about slamming you against the locker if you wised off to bad and of course no one would ever dare complain at home because that would just bring down more grief on you. the teacher was ALWAYS right and we had nothing to say about it.
Basically as far as school went back then it was “Sit down, shut up and learn”