I saw the beginnings of this kind of insanity over 40 years ago, in Jr high school. I got called to the vice-principal's office because I threw my lunch away (Nobody wanted it, I tried to give it away) and went to the restaurant near the school. When she told me why I had been called down there, the first thing that went through my mind was "She's got to be kidding!". But no, she was deadly serious, convinced that it was a VERY big deal. First she tried to make it some insult to my mother, "who fixed that lunch for you!", but I had fixed it myself. Now she went on a different track, asking me what my mother would say if she called her and told her I had thrown my lunch away. I told her, "I don't think she would care what I did for lunch". Oops, wrong answer, she then threatened to call her, and at that point, I was tired of her grilling me, and I said, "Go ahead!", guessing mom would share my opinion that the VP needed to get a life. So my mom answers and the VP tells her why she was calling, and my mom says, "Don't you have something better to do than to worry about where my kid eats?". I was trying to keep from laughing. The VP started stammering and was trying to get off the phone, but mom kept asking her if she was so bored she needed to worry about such nonsense, after all, I was 13, and not a little kid, etc. Finally, mom let her go, and she let me go back to class. The teacher asked me what was up, and I told her and everyone in the class, it got laughs from the kids, and eyes rolling from the teacher, who muttered, "Where the hell did they find her at?" Later that year, I would have another run in with her and the principal, when I committed the dastardly crime of creatively editing a weekly reader. Mom had the same reaction to the principal's call as she did when the VP called, "Don't you have something better to worry about?". Nope, they don't, 40 plus years later, the insanity continues, and it's even worse now.