What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

I would not getting a wagon wheel in year 5 over 18 years ago.

Salty on behave of DS. Very able sportsman, at junior school there was only really him and one girl who did sport outside school at a high standard. Both competed nationally in their first sports and regional at another, played in all the school teams, stormed every event at sports day - I know a lot of kids idea of a bloody nightmare, but sport was their thing.

End of year/school cup for sports boy and sports girl of the year were given to a couple of random kids! The girl had never even been in any of the school teams.

I was bloody livid on behalf of both kids, years and years later I still am 😡

A primary school teacher berating me in front of the class because my parents never turned up for parents evenings. Yes, publicly blame the child for the parents, I was 9.

I got punished for swearing under the dinner table at school when I was five.

Except I didnt. I stuck two fingers up yes but it was to represent the number 2 in conversation about my little ponies me and my friend were having.

This little snitch on the next table reported me to the dinner lady and I got punished severely by my teacher.

38 years later I'm still angry about it 🤣

Lighthearted of course!

It hasn’t eaten away at me ...

When I was a kid I invited the girl down the road I was (what I thought good!) friends with to my house for my birthday, we were going fun swimming and then having a birthday lunch.

Just before were were about to leave her little sister came skipping down the road to knock on our door and said her parents has sent her down to say they were going to a local lake, and did she want to come. Fully knowing it WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF MY BIRTHDAY. She said yes and left and I was devastated for the rest of the day on my birthday that my outing wasn't good enough for her.

Years later I think about how rude that was, from both her and her parents and it still gives me rage.

In year 5, we went on a school trip and we were allowed to buy a souvenir. I brought a really nice pencil.
Two days later, I left it in the classroom at break and another girl took it and claimed it was hers. Teacher took her side- she hadn't even gone on the school trip- and told me not to tell lies. I still feel furious at the injustice.
Fuck you, Sarah*
(not her real name)

The classic:
Did a massive piece of work on my own, handed it over to a guy at the very end because I had to move onto something else.

The guy took all the praise.

The psychologist is still working and I keep stopping myself sending him a lovely email.

I'd send it. I wish I'd sent my old maths teacher an email when I graduated in Maths, after all she'd said I had the kind of brain that would never cope with maths.

I never had "nice" stationery/accessories etc. growing up. Always plain stuff my parents stole from work. For my seventh birthday a relative sent me some lovely pens and a little notebook. I was so happy. Took them to school and class bitch stole them and replaced them with some non-working horrid stuff. Teachers wouldn't do anything because it was "a swap". Got home and my dear mother saw them and automatically assumed I stole them from another child. Wouldn't listen to my explanations, just seized the name of bitch-girl, worked out where she lived and frogmarched me there in tears to hand them back with an apology on the doorstep. So humiliating, and I was so sad about MY lovely pens. But the most devastating thing was that it was the day I realised that no-one gave a shit about me. No one in authority was going to stand up for me or believe me. Not teachers and definitely not my parents. A hard lesson to learn at 7 years old - still bitter.

One day in infants' school, our normal teacher was off sick or late or something, and the Scariest Teacher In School, Miss Thornton, came to take our register. My friend was worried about how to answer when our name was called, because our normal teacher was very laid back and just let us answer 'Yes!' whereas we knew most classes had to say 'Yes, Mrs X'. I said I didn't know but would try to find out.

So the register started and for some reason they went through all the boys first and then all the girls, so we had a while to wait until it got to us. I listened intently to what the boys were saying, in order to try to work out the etiquette of the situation. Most of them were dutifully intoning 'Yes, Miss Thornton' but eventually one of them just said 'Yes' and Miss T didn't react, so I turned to my friend and whispered reassuringly, 'See, it's ok, you can just say "Yes"'.

Whereupon Miss Thornton's head whipped around in my direction and she yelled 'Are you TALKING??!! You DON'T talk during registration!!' When I tried to explain, she got every angrier and sent me to sit in the corner facing the wall. It was the first time I'd ever been told off at school (I was a shy little mouse and total goody-goody, lol) and I was mortified.

Had a similar thing at junior school (we had moved house, so totally different place) when I was sent to stand in the corridor outside the headmaster's office, along with a couple of friends, because we'd been in the classroom during playtime, which was forbidden. We were actually looking for the escaped class hamster but apparently this wasn't a good enough reason. Headmaster came out, saw me and said loudly 'Oomy? What are YOU doing outside my office?' Again, because Goody TwoShoes here couldn't possibly get told off!

But I had only been doing my civic duty in both cases! The injustice!!!

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That's awful, I'm really sorry.

In year 6 we did a monthly maths test. It was 60 questions and when everyone had finished we swapped with the person next to us to mark each others. I sat next to my best friend who thought my answer of 8 for one question looked more like a 6. I told her it was an 8 and it looked like all my other 8’s. She asked the teacher who said I could have half a mark. If I’d got the full mark it would have been full marks and the only time I’d ever achieve it.

Another time, around the age of 8 (clearly not my lucky number) our teacher got fed up and said the next person to speak would be sent out the classroom. Someone stood behind me spoke and I turned to look. Teacher thought it was me and sent me out. I was so upset but I was a ridiculously shy child and didn’t protest. To this day I wish I had. I actually told DM about this a few years ago and she was upset I hadn’t told her at the time. I was just too embarrassed at the time that I’d been sent out. To this day I’m still such an annoying rule follower.

I must have been about 8, living with my dad. He was never particularly generous, so when I'd seen my Christmas presents on the day and clocked the massive one, all tantalising and full of promise, I saved it till last as the big finale. I took the wrapping paper off to find a box. Opened that box to find another box. And so on until around 5 layers later I found, not a bike, not a giant box of goodies, but a junior tennis raquet so I could go and play sodding tennis with my dad, who was laughing at my palpable disappointment from the corner.

To this day, I have never forgiven him.

Both (PhDs in dragon slaying and classical literature, as well as being the finest surgeon in the Western hemisphere). He was also briefly an astronaut and a part time detective.
Alas, he had a short but eventful life.

Two or so years ago a local organisation asked me to go to a focus group. I had wait about 10 minutes for the disabled loo (which wasn’t with the other loos) while one of their staff used it as a place to hold a private phone call.
I thought I was over it but I just had to call them and it turned out it was that staff member. She was telling me I don’t need what I do, they’re going to do XYZ instead blah blah blah (I think she’s going by exact wording of rules rather than obvious interpretation)

And all I could think when I got off the phone was “what does she know?! She thinks a disabled loo is an appropriate place for a phone call FFS”

I've had a few.

1. My very first day at secondary school we got homework in Science, due by the end of that week. When the day to hand it in came this boy and I were the only ones who hadn't done it. I had been given so much homework that I forgot. The teacher gave me detention but the boy got an extension. Still bitter about the blatant unfairness and sexism of that one.

1. In secondary school I was bullied pretty much throughout by both boys and girls. Year 9 was the worst year. In all my classes I was always the odd one out, literally. There was an odd number of pupils in the class i.e. 27 or 29. Kids would be sitting next to their friends, I was always on my own and no-one wanted to sit next to me. If I did sit next to someone it was usually because their friend was off sick. So for one whole week in Maths, I sat next to a friend as the girl who usually sat there was off sick. When the girl came back she shouted at me that I was in her seat and I was always moving around. Another time in Geography. I was on a desk by myself right in the middle of the classroom and this group of boys, who had been bullying me all year just started throwing stuff at me. The rest of the class seemed to think this was "fun" and soon the whole class was throwing stuff at me - things like pens, pencils, rubbers, a compass. The teacher sent one boy, who I guess she thought was the ringleader, out of the classroom and me. Then she came to tell us both off. She was shouting at me and saying I had "provoked" them. I had done no such thing. I went home in tears. The next day my form tutor spoke to me saying "Your geography teacher told me about the incident yesterday. You should try not to react and provoke people". Like wtaf???? I was being bullied and blamed for it??? The injustice and the sexism still rankles.

1. During my first year at university this girl bullied me very badly. I finally confronted her about it and asked her to stop and she accused me of being nasty to her. She basically accused me of doing the things to her she herself was actually doing to me. I realise now that's DARVO but at the time I was so shocked and taken aback that I didn't stand up for myself and actually ended up apologising to her.

Sorry, that was for @Ameanstreakamilewide

Its been over 25 years and I'm still salty about this....

One day at school I saw this girl in bits, crying her eyes out. She told me she was being bullied, so i told her to tell the teachers.

The next day, after assembly, a teacher Mrs Wilcox grabbed me and frog marched me into a room. She kept saying "You have done something bad, tell me what you have done "
I had no idea what I had done wrong, and kept asking her to tell me. She wouldn't, and just kept repeating that I was a bad person.

As it turns out, the girl was trying to tell Mrs Wilcox she was being bullied, but she couldn't get the words out. So, she said "Minou". Meaning ask Minou, but Mrs Wilcox assumed I was bullying her.

I was so upset. Mrs Wilcox didn't apologise. I have a real problem now with allegations. If you are going to accuse someone, at least tell them what you think they have done wrong!

At Primary School we went on our one annual trip to a nature reserve.
My Mum had forgotten to make me a packed lunch.
My nice teacher knew I'd probably not had breakfast either and asked the other girls to all take 1 small item from their lunches to give to me so I had some food. I was given sandwiches, an apple, some tomatoes etc. I was also given a fresh jam doughnut - iced.
This was the 1970s and I was from a poor household (like regularly not enough basic food to eat poor) and it was really exciting.
The Head noticed and asked 'was I saving it till last'.
I said, yes, it was a wonderful doughnut, we never had them at home
(I was about 7).
She walked over as I was about to pick it up and eat it, smiled, and ate it in front of me (and everyone else). I managed not to cry, just.
Nasty nasty woman.

[quote Pickles89]@DeliciousBass

Painful flashbacks! My mum made me wear flouncy party dresses til I was 10, when all the other girls were in hipsters and sparkly halter tops. Oh God, the Cringe...[/quote]
oh gawd lol! My memories were of all my friends going to the youth club disco in Adam Ant style highwayman clothes - think velvet breeches, frilly shirts etc - my best friend Carole had one and so did another 9 year old Emma.

I desperately wanted one and had to make do with hand me down black satin trousers and a nice top from an older friend.

I did get the frilly shirt and breeches/knickerbockers but a year or so later when they were out of fashion.

My mum partly due to finances but also hated shopping didn't get me trendy clothes, at 9 I got given by family friend with daughter a year older a striped frilly ra ra dress as he'd bought his daughter the same but in different colours.

I recall at 10, I had a birthday party - nothing to wear - same friend see above ra ra one persuaded my mum to go to the nearest trendy fashion shop where I was bought a nice 'Banarama' style short skirt with belts, trendy turn back sleeves short sleeved top etc. I was teased about style all through my childhood and it was slightly better when I was a teenager as my mum bought me clothes - but even then they had to be 'French' preferably navy or black and fitting...

I recall at 14 telling a white lie that I needed new school unform and went to nearest Top Shop where I was bought new pale blue and white padded shoulder short sleeve blouse, pale blue fishtail skirt and turquoise fishtail skirt, a turquoise grandad baggy shoes and canvas turquoise shoes which I then wore not to school but at home.

The irony was my nana (mum's mum) was very well off, liked fashion and was happy to spend money on me but my mum didn't like her to buy me things so she didn't (gave me money) buy me anything to save rows.

I still recall buying a short pair of shorts and white sleeveless cotton top from Miss Selfridge or somewhere - nothing wrong with it - just normal - my mum hit the roof and blamed my tarty friend Carole yet when we went on holiday that summer she bought me a hook and eye top and skirt (shortish) white with black horizontal stripes - I think she wanted control over my style - strange!

@MadeleineMaxwell

I must have been about 8, living with my dad. He was never particularly generous, so when I'd seen my Christmas presents on the day and clocked the massive one, all tantalising and full of promise, I saved it till last as the big finale. I took the wrapping paper off to find a box. Opened that box to find another box. And so on until around 5 layers later I found, not a bike, not a giant box of goodies, but a junior tennis raquet so I could go and play sodding tennis with my dad, who was laughing at my palpable disappointment from the corner.

To this day, I have never forgiven him.

that's pure evil. Why do that to a child?

Oh and not as salty as my previous post but on our last day of school we had to go to the RE teachers garden just to hang out and get a takeaway. Sat around doing nothing basically. Every year after that went to Alton Towers

Christmas 1998.

My brother opened his gift from our auntie, which was a towel and facecloth with Pikachu on them. I had a similarly squishy present from her so I excitedly ripped mine open to find a towel and facecloth with Winnie the fucking Pooh on it. I was devastated! I was 8 and totally obsessed with Pokemon - DB was 2yo and didn't even know what a cartoon was

My mum wouldn't let us swap and she still laughs about how outraged I was to this day.

My mum had a weird obsession with my stepdad's sister - her SIL - and her family. They were financially well off and lived in a fancy house in a nice part of town and were always impeccably turned out and glam. My mum wanted to be like her SIL and she wanted me to be like my step-cousin - I'll call her Veronica. Veronica was a year younger than me but was much taller and just soooo perfect in every way with her lovely natural golden tan and her long straight blonde hair and blue eyes (she did modelling when she grew up), smart and popular. I was very small for my age, pale skin with thick dark curly hair and very quiet and shy. When we used to go on days out with Veronica and her family and for holidays to Butlins etc my mum would dress me in the exact same outfits as Veronica and battle my hair into the exact same styles. They even entered us both into one of those god-awful childrens beauty contests at Butlins - guess who won?!

My mum really wanted me to be just like Veronica, she enrolled me in Veronica's ballet class even though I had no interest in ballet and was crap at it. She removed me from the wonderful pre-school I went to and sent me to some awful posh place that Veronica went to and we all had to sit in neat rows on the polished wooden floor of this big posh house in silence until we were each handed ONE toy to play with, I used to cry the whole time I was there and the staff hated me for it.

All through my life my mum, Veronica has been the Golden Girl in stepdad's family and I'd never hear the end of it when I spent time with stepnan or aunts.

My mum often asks me why I have such a low opinion of myself, why I accept people walking all over me but if I were to remind her that she spent my childhood literally trying to turn me into someone else she'd probably have no memory of it!

I used to save my pocket money and buy Mr Men books. I was an avid reader, loved books (still do) and had the whole set which were kept in pristine condition on my bookshelf. When I went to uni my mum gave all my books to my nieces and nephews who scribbled on them and tore them up. That set may have been worth money now.

When I was about 7 or 8 we were set homework to read a chapter of a book. I enjoyed the story so much I read the whole book in one night (not unusual for me). The next day the teacher didn’t believe me and made me stand in front of the whole class and recount the entire story and then said I must have been told the story by someone else because I couldn’t possibly have read the entire book in one night.