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?

That's why effort grades piss me off — most of the time, teachers haven't a clue how much effort you're putting in. I mean, Olivia with her running spikes and her own skis and her place on an out-of-school athletics team never worked so hard in PE she passed out, but I bet she got a 1 for effort. Just like I got a 1 for effort in the subjects I found easy, because teachers can't see inside your mind.

Oh my god this is word for word what happened to me as well. What is with the brownies?! I never really bothered going back after that either.

Back in High school, there was a girl in the year above me who used to make fun of my curly hair and shout beware of the hair when she'd see me in the corridor and try to hide things in it in the dinner line. Completely forgot all about it until I saw her this week on the school run as our kids are now in the same nursery class, and its triggered the memory of it to come back. Its been 18 years but I still couldn't restrain myself from giving her the stink eye.

@HappyTimeTunnelDinosaur

So many from my school days to be honest. The one I remember most was being shouted at and sent out of class for not doing my homework when I was about 13 or 14. It was to interview your parents about your birth and the emotions they felt etc. I was adopted and so couldn't do this. It hurt me so much at the time, I cried and tried yo explain but was told off for lying. It was an RE lesson and the teacher was a Reverend so you'd think he may have been a bit more thoughtful. I was embarrassed and hurt for days, as well as teased about it for weeks afterwards by other children. If he was still alive I'd have wanted to meet with him and ask him if he regretted it, sadly he probably wouldn't have remembered and it probably had no impact on him at all.

Sorry this happed to you RE teachers can be such dicks! I, the atheist daughter of a single mum, was briefly at a convent school, RE teacher was telling me off for not hanging on her every illogical word and said 'Do you want me to tell your parents, oh, no, parent, about this!' In front of an otherwise silent class of 45 fifteen year old girls.

I was so ashamed at the time but honestly I think my mum would have torn strips off her if RE teacher had 'told on me'...... I'd quite like to have seen that 😁

I've never been very good at sports, so I was astonished at age 6 to find myself winning the sack race. Six foot from the finish line Sean Burke RAN past me with both feet out of a hole in his sack.

He wasn't even disqualified and got the prize!

It’s not really petty but in my first ever job I was told they wouldn’t take me on permanently as I was in my ‘child baring years.’ I was only 19 and pissed off. Unfortunately my word against his so nothing I could do.

Still bitter about getting a 2:2, despite working hard. While students who colluded got better grades. Don't think being a mature graduate helped my job prospects either. Wish they were more forthcoming about that fact during the access course.

@TheCountessofFitzdotterel

They didn’t make me Sixer of the Elves. 42 years ago.

I was an Elf but I got thrown out for swearing. Our tawny had long manicured fingernails and when I went wrong in Jimmy Crack Corn, she grabbed me by the arm to pull me into place. Her nails dug in and I told her it bloody hurt which it did. She told Brown Owl and I was asked to leave....actually I wasn't, she came to see my parents and asked them to remove me! They, bless them took my side.

Me and a friend and his wife went to a gig in Hyde Park 5 years ago. She was recently pregnant and not telling people yet, fair enough.

But she didn’t offer to drive knowing she wouldn’t be drinking anyway and instead allowed me to, slightly impinging on my enjoyment of the day.

I still resent her hugely for it. She was only there as another friend had dropped out and didn’t even pay him for her ticket. Cheeky freeloading cow.

Gosh, these are so sad

There was a girl in my year at secondary school who was an exceptional runner, she came first in every race she was in. On one particular Sports Day, she was absent. However, because she would have won the races had she been there, she was awarded all the first places! I really struggled with the unfairness of that. Even now, I think about how I should have been 5th instead of 6th in the 100 metres!

My mother was a teacher in the secondary school I attended. There was another teacher there, call her Mrs. W who had a daughter, Jane, in my year. Jane and I were both good students and kept the same 4.0 gpa. Jane was pretty and popular - cheerleader and class president.
I was nerdy with glasses - yearbook editor and class secretary.
Final year in school, final grades turned in. Mrs. W. had given Jane an A in the subject she taught. My Mother gave me a B in the subject she taught. I didn't deserve it and asked why. She said Mrs. W had made some remarks in the teachers' meeting about teachers giving their children perfect grades and she didn't want to be accused of favoritism! My mother saved her reputation, but I lost out on two scholarships by .02 difference in GPA.

Twenty years on, Jane is a tenured professor in a university and I am a retired public school teacher.

My Mother for the first and only time in her life went to my parents evening. I was in p4.
Everyone in class had done a knitting craft (a teddy bear) and they were all on display with name tags. Mother, who was a fabulous knitter asked me where mine was and I had to tell her I hadn't finished mine. She told me to go home and wait for her while she had the meeting with my teacher.
She gets home and I am called through to the room and both her and my Father ripped me to shreds. They were ashamed and let down by me, they could never pass the school again without the shame of me being behind in school. I was to pull my boots up or else. It seemed to go on for hours.
About 4 weeks previously my whole world had imploded when they discovered my Uncle had been abusing me for years.
I still cry for that wee lass who could not understand the injustice of that dressing down for failing to finish her knitting and the Uncle who they obviously had forgiven and went on to have a long and close relationship with.

My mum threw away a travel case with all my Sindy dolls, clothes & furniture in. I now collect Sindy dolls & am having to pay 10 times the original price to replace things I had as a child.

Bought a raffle ticket in school with my biscuit money. End of the week first prize, I won a lovely large box of chocolates. Next, school cook won a child sized plastic duffle bag just like the one I had. Headmaster decided to switch the prizes as the cook could not use the bag! For a minute I had imagined triumphantly bearing my lovely chocolates home, to share with the family, something seen in our house only at Christmas.
Never forgotten the unfairness/ theft. How could they do that to a child?

In primary school we used to do reading out loud to the class. I would get bored when the slow readers were reading, and start reading ahead in the book, and then when it was my turn to read I wouldn't know where they were so I would get into trouble. Once my friend did the same and just said to the teacher "oh sorry miss, I was reading ahead" and the teacher goes "don't apologise, it's to see you're so interested in the story!" Man, all those times I got into trouble, I could have been getting praise off the teacher! I didn't know that was a thing you could say. I thought withstanding crushing boredom was one of the skills that school wanted you to master.

Business and IT GCSE's being foundation level and science being intermediate so capped at C's and B's. Was in higher class for all subjects and because the BIS teacher walked out and wasn't replaced and because the science teacher was going through a horrid divorce and rarely present, we had to pay the price because the school couldn't risk the potential drop in achievement, even though we'd just carried on through the set books. Year 2000 and our school was part of some big statistics check by the government. Of course, we all achieved CC and BB, and the school took this as a win! So many students achieved 100% on their papers! Yes, obviously!

Still cross about it

I had a dreadful job working on the till in WH Smith in Central London. An American tourist accused me of stealing her credit card. Loudly, in front of an entire shop full of people.
My manager made asked me if I had it. Obviously not I said. He then made me leave the till whilst he did a search of the area. Then I was told to turn out the one pocket on the awful uniform I was wearing.
Meanwhile another customer suggested the lady empty her bag. Low and behold there it was.
Did I get an apology from either the manager or the customer? No I did not.
I resigned the following day.

I once spent the entire summer holidays from school writing and rewriting my course work for one of my subjects in the upcoming final year of gsces. It was very good. So good that I was failed the subject because they decided I must have copied it from somewhere else! My family were not the type be outraged, we just accepted it

@torquewench that is not a petty resentment. That's massive. Why did they make your sibling the golden child? Not sure I could have much of a relationship with my parents if I was you.

When I was in grade 3, our teacher instructed us to read a chapter of a book. I loved reading and was a fast reader and read the whole book, then sat there quietly. She asked me why I wasn’t reading, and I explained I had finished the book. Quietly, only to her and not boastfully. She made me stand up in front of the class and whacked the back of my hand with a ruler, for “not following instructions”.

I am still bitter about it. Only time in 13 years of schooling I ever got in trouble and it was for reading a book.

Mine harks back to junior school (40 years ago) and our teacher Miss Kennedy did a charity raffle to win a large Easter egg. The tickets were 2p each and I bought loads. I was convinced I was going to win and told everyone the egg was mine. When the draw was made Sheena Carney won. She had bought one solitary ticket. I was GUTTED!!!
Still irks me to this day.

Some of these are very sad, especially yours @torquewench I’d have very little or nothing to do with my parents. I’m not surprised you’re not close to your brother.
I’m bitter as the horrid deputy head didn’t let me take French in GCSE. I already spoke a language fluently and was top of the class in French. I remember lots of phrases and when I bought some fruit from a stall in Paris the stall holder actually thought I was French as my pronunciation was incredible, these were his words. Makes me so angry that I wasn’t allowed to continue doing it after 14

Oh. Just remembered. When my parents split up, I was nine. I went into school, as my mum felt it was best for us all to carry on as usual, even though we'd had the sorry sight of my dad carrying his stuff out of our house that morning to go and live with another woman and her kids instead. My mum made sure to tell the class teachers and head teacher. In the middle of Maths, I started to cry. Silently, because I learnt how to do that over the years- although I loved my dad he was a violent bully and crying only got you worse punishment. After a few minutes, my friend noticed my tears and quietly told the teacher I was sad. There was a massive bang sound as the teacher slammed her palms down on her desk and shouted my name, followed by "Get up here now!!" I walked to her desk in a bit of a daze and she stood up and shouted at me about how making my parents problems an attention seeking ploy wasn't going to wash in her classroom, and how I could either grow up or get out. I ended up having a panic attack- I'll never forget the feeling of my legs crumpling underneath me and my chest feeling like it was being crushed while this beastly woman dragged me out of the room and hauled me to the headmaster's office. He was an incredibly kind man, and to his everlasting credit, he asked the teacher "what on Earth do you think you're doing??" And he cuddled me, sat me in his very big swivel chair and made me a cup of tea, let me sob to him for half an hour while my mum got herself together to come and collect me and my siblings who were also not having a good day, and he told us we could have the rest of the week at home and not to worry about any homework this week.

I literally never engaged with that teacher again. I did my work silently, never offered an answer in class, never showed a flicker of enjoyment or personality for the rest of the year. And since she lived in my home town, I acted like she didn't exist any time she tried to speak to me. For years. She's still alive now and I would still do the same. The lovely head teacher died, and I always smile when I remember how kind he was.

My sister got a horse bought for her when we were late teens, and I had to mow lawns for pocket money to save for a pair of rollerblades. I have a PhD and run my own business but I just hear about how successful she is and her big house, property they own, their boat and posh cars. Sigh. I don't have much to do with her now sadly. I'm also now having to do all the caring for our parents as she lives a distance away and only visits once a year. That's all a bit bitter to swallow.