What petty resentment are you holding on to years later?

[ClumpingBambooIsALie]

Mine is that I was put in for Foundation level GCSE Double Science despite having good grades on my coursework, only found out when I got into my exam and saw the Foundation paper in front of me, and was therefore capped at a CC. Twenty years ago 😂

What's yours?

During the petrol crisis of 2000, when petrol was either unavailable or strictly rationed, a couple I was friends with who both did not work, did not have children, and lived walking distance to a town, drove on a daily basis to multiple petrol stations and stockpiled petrol for themselves. This was when even some ambulances couldn't get fuel. I was furious. It's never left me and it colours my opinion of them to this day.

I was a such a people pleaser at school right from the start and tried so hard never to put a foot wrong. I wanted perfection all of the time. I remember every harsh word a teacher ever said, being blamed for something that wasn’t my fault in reception, being told off for talking too loudly in year 4… a few PA comments in secondary school… decades on this stuff still annoys me in the middle of the night!

A boy at primary school stole my rubber then convinced the teacher it was his. He gave it back to me a few weeks later but he'd drawn all over it.

I still remember his name and will be very angry if I ever see him again.

Last day of school in y11 so aged 16. Form tutor who'd had the class for 4 years stood up at the front to make a speech about "star" pupil who'd "coped with so much going through her parents divorce". Cue hugs and cheering and tears all around. She was the most popular girl in the class, invited to all parties, latest fashion etc.

My parents were divorced, I was badly bullied at school and on more than 1 occasion this form tutor did precisely bog all about it. Once I caught him laughing along with a comment one of the bullies made.

I often wonder what a different path my life would have taken if he had treated me like her, "star pupil"

This still makes me so angry.

When I was in primary school, year 6, I had some days off sick and missed a special poetry session our class had. To cheer me up, my parents suggested I write a poem and take it in to school when I went back. I did, and the poet running the session was pleased and asked me to read it to the class - I was thrilled.

Fast forward to year 7 and I had gone to a different secondary school to my best friend. Visiting her house one day her mum starts going on about her daughter Laura's wonderful poem that won a competition and got published in a real life book.

You can tell where this is going can't you.

It was my bloody poem!! She had changed a couple of words and that was it. The concept ('down memory lane, if you listen carefully, you can close your eyes and imagine, how it used to be') was all mine. Her mum wouldn't hear anything about it even from my own mum. I was devastated and so angry and jealous.

100% not over it

To this day it still pisses me off that my DF stood and watched my Dsis play a friendly hockey match while I was playing in the final of a league one at the same grounds. My team won because I scored 5 goals. My DF literally saw none of them because he stood with his back to our pitch the whole time.

I also won an art competition in school but wasn't allowed to do art further than GCSE whereas my Dsis was allowed to do it to A level.

1980s. In one of my A level classes we had to pair up for some activity in the classroom, there were an odd number of us and I was the odd one so I worked on it by myself. The teacher came round and asked who I was working with, I replied that I wasn't working with anyone, he misunderstood and thought I meant I wasn't doing it at all and tore me off a strip in front of the whole class.

In a job years ago, we had to go to an important presentation. Just before we went in, I got something in my eye and had to pop out a contact lens, I could see the slides ok with just one eye. The presenter was on the "blind" side of the screen. Suddenly he held up a tiny object and said "I take it everyone knows what this is" and I turned my head to look. I immediately knew what it was (it was the company's prized new product and we had all seen it before many times if not worked with it) but he took my head movement as a shake of the head and pointed at me and explained what it was, which was embarrassing but not his fault. When we got back to the office my boss tore me off a strip for not knowing what it was and making us look unprofessional. Wouldn't let me explain.

When in was little I was obsessed with horses, but could never have riding lessons except for occasionally when we went to the countryside on holiday.

The summer I was 11 my parents let me go on a week's course at the local riding school, grooming and mucking out etc. I was in heaven.

The next summer the school phoned and invited me back to do a more advanced version, and my parents told me I could go if I tidied my room first. I rushed to do it, but when my parents got round to phoning back, the course was booked up. I cried for days and still feel sad about it tbh. It was my absolute passion. My DD will never lose an opportunity over something so trivial.

When I was getting married, my parents didn’t like my boyfriend because he was English, not same religion, wasn’t tall/hunky, said he was after a green card (he had his own visa for his job so didn’t need to marry me). I tried to get them together so he could ask my dad’s blessing/permission to get married as I knew my dad wanted that. My dad never showed up so we went to my grandmother.

Although I’d grown up always being told I’d have a beautiful wedding, my mother used to have me take boyfriends to see my old school as that was where I’d get married etc they did nothing, offered nothing. Even though they paid for extravagant engagement parties for my sister, bridal shower (big in my culture) and huge weddings, twice. Plus two designer wedding dresses, photographer and videographer both times. First of her weddings was a few years before I got married and again a few years after I got married. They did show up though when we got married and I do believe it was because my grandmother shamed them. We’re having a 25th wedding anniversary party that will be the reception I always wanted with a cake, flowers, music, photographer etc (of course no wedding dress as too old now). It would have been one thing if this was never promised, they couldn’t afford to contribute at least something but as they our future weddings were discussed often growing up and they paid fully, twice, for my sister, this has always stung.

Ds was at primary school so this was a good few years ago. For his homework he had to make a person or something like that I can't remember the full brief now. Anywhoo I drove ds over an hour into the Scottish countryside and we had a lovely few hours walking and collecting sticks/leaves etc (it was Autumn) the next night after school we sat for a few hours making this person and attaching it to card etc. I have to say it was fucking amazing and so original, we also gave it a great name.

Ds came home the 3rd night from school and we had lost the homework competition. That was disappointing and I had a chat with ds about it's the taking part/what we had learned/the quality time we had spent just us.

Que two weeks later at parents night... the winning person was stuck up on the wall with a big gold winners bage and sign...

It was a fucking wine bottle opener with a cork stuck on the end and eyes, smile penned on with a black sharpie.

Honestly makes my blood boil now!

After that we just got all homework delivered from the lovely people at Amazon.

My parents offered me a 'joint present' of the expensive games console my younger brother wanted for Christmas. I figured we would end up constantly fighting over who got to play it so said I'd rather not share a present.

They bought it and a ton of expensive games for him anyway and got me a cheap jumper.

I still remember my brother thinking I was winding him up saying all I got was a jumper, because he couldn't believe they had done that to me. (And in credit to him after that he let me play on the games console loads!).

I was in a swimming competition and there were random adults on the side who held our towels.

After the race the woman with my towel was gesturing to me to get out and get the towel. I did and was promptly disqualified for leaving the pool before the ref gave the go-ahead.

I can't actually remember where I came but I remember feeling gutted about how unfair it was.

In year 3 I wore gloves to play netball outside as it was cold and catching the ball stung my hands. Teacher made me take them off. I lost interest in netball.

Year 8 I got detention for getting 7/10 in a French spelling test. I was very well behaved at school. That was the only detention I ever got.

@LaMadrilena

When in was little I was obsessed with horses, but could never have riding lessons except for occasionally when we went to the countryside on holiday.

The summer I was 11 my parents let me go on a week's course at the local riding school, grooming and mucking out etc. I was in heaven.

The next summer the school phoned and invited me back to do a more advanced version, and my parents told me I could go if I tidied my room first. I rushed to do it, but when my parents got round to phoning back, the course was booked up. I cried for days and still feel sad about it tbh. It was my absolute passion. My DD will never lose an opportunity over something so trivial.

I always wanted horse riding lessons too, we'd go once a year on holiday in Wales so I had tried it and knew I loved it.

We could never afford it so I do understand why it wasn't possible for me, still gutted about it. I ended up doing lessons in my 20s.

40 years ago I was in the army - came top off my course - didn’t get the shield - as was told I was only attached to the regiment and it always went to a man.

When I was in Primary 1 we were told that we had to bring in a “flower from your garden” the next week and we had to tell the class a little about it. We were brassic, single mum, and we didn’t have so much as a window box, never mind a garden or flowers and I got very upset. Then my mum was given a wee bunch of flowers as a thank you for helping a patient! Amazing! So, delighted, I took in a beautiful big marguerite daisy to talk about. Before I got my turn the teacher told me I was a show off, that those daisies didn’t grow in Scotland and got a black mark for not doing as I was asked and bringing in a flower from my garden. Still makes me sad.

This was a recent one but I won't be getting over it anytime soon.

Went into Smiggle to buy water bottles for the dc. Found some for around £6 each so told dc to choose the ones they wanted. Got to the till and the lady said if we spend £1 more we get a free gift so bought 2 pencils for 75p each. She then laid out the free gifts and dc selected one each. We were then told only one gift was free and we'd have to pay for the other. Fine, how much for everything? £38!!! 😱 For 2 water bottles, 2 pencils and 2 highlighter pens, 1 of which was a free gift! I put the bottles and pencils back but the dc had already opened the highlighters so had to pay for BOTH as one was no longer free. £10 just for setting foot in Smiggle, the robbing bastards.

It might be the hormones, but I'm getting really sad reading some of these

@SoundBar

Last day of school in y11 so aged 16. Form tutor who'd had the class for 4 years stood up at the front to make a speech about "star" pupil who'd "coped with so much going through her parents divorce". Cue hugs and cheering and tears all around. She was the most popular girl in the class, invited to all parties, latest fashion etc.

My parents were divorced, I was badly bullied at school and on more than 1 occasion this form tutor did precisely bog all about it. Once I caught him laughing along with a comment one of the bullies made.

I often wonder what a different path my life would have taken if he had treated me like her, "star pupil"

Oh that’s really shit Soundbar. Might be just me, but your former teacher sounds like he was a bit over invested in this other girl IYKWIM.

torquewench - I too had an older sibling who went to private school while I went to state. Only two positive things: he had to wear pink topped socks as part of his uniform - he hated them!; and I was the one who finished up with the academic plaudits - yaa, boo!

Everything. I'm bitter about everything.

Doing bar charts in maths in year 6- told to colour each bar and label on a key so they could be told apart, etc. I did mine with patterns (stars on one bar, swirls on another, etc). Very neat and precise. The teacher went absolutely ballistic at me because I hadn’t done them in block colours and made me stay in and re-do the work over lunch.

I genuinely, genuinely don’t think the punishment was befitting of the ‘crime’ in that instance.

@AtillatheHun

Someone ran into my lane in the hurdles race on sports day when I was 10 and cost me victory. Still fuming she wasn’t disqualified.

I get you! At a swimming gala on a camping holiday, ahem, 30+ years ago, the girl in the next lane swam into me just near the end of the race. She wasn't disqualified either. Still seething.

It's all on cine film (that's how long ago it was). AIBU to track her down and demand a re-race?

The girl who sat beside me in Primary 7 borrowed my favourite pencil. And kept it. The teacher refused to search her pencil case like I demanded, even though I could see it there. The girl used it in front of me loads. I was furious. It went with my pencil case, ruler, pen and rubber.

Furious.

My parents divorced when I was little (mid 60's). F married again and I have a half brother who is a few years younger than me.
I used to spend some time at Christmas with them, but one year was there for Christmas Day.
My brother got some great toys, I was particularly envious of the head torch and some gadgets.
I got a bottle of clearacil and a green glass jar of cotton wool balls. I was 13 and have never forgotten the disappointment.