What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

He bought some the next day but he got the kind that don’t even have jam in.

He WHAT!??????!

Being told I wasn’t allowed to play Mary in the Christmas play ‘because Mary would have been white and you aren’t.’
29 years later and I’m just as rageful as I was then, more so now knowing that Mary would more than likely have been the same colour as me 🤬

I had to share the school prize for getting the best A level results in my year with a boy who did worse than me (I got 5 A graded A levels, he got 3 As and 2 Bs) because ‘He’s been top of the year every year and really would have expected to win this year too’.

His name is still there alongside mine on the commemorative board (with no indication of our respective grades) and it still rankles YEARS later!

@TheChosenTwo - that's disgraceful!

Some time before Charles and Di got married we had a special assembly at school all about the royal family and who this was getting married, why it was important etc.

My school was small, about 100 children in total.
At the end of assembly the head teacher allowed us to go back to our classes by saying names in the royal family. So Elizabeth went first etc. My friends Edward and Victoria went early on. The number of children whittled down by going through names of minor royals and historic kings, queens, princes and princesses and selecting people’s second names. ‘Oh there isn’t a Princess Julie but your middle name is Ann’ etc.

Eventually I was the last one left. Now my given name, my full first name, is a short version of a classic name (think Betty rather than Elizabeth) It was simply not the done thing in those days to give your child a ‘nickname’ as their given name. I was told that no royal would ever have my name. I was sent back to my class in disgrace.
Years later I learned that one of Queen Victoria’s children has my middle name.

I still remember my last Christmas at nursery when i was an angel. I had a beautiful white sticky out dress with glitter and tinsel and wings and a halo. I was so proud. My dad had been working in England but was back home for Christmas and i was bursting with excitement.
Got really bad flu and spent Christmas on the sofa crying amid tissues and medicine.
I was at proper school in January and never got to be an angel again. Was a swan one year, Mary the next and a Victorian child after that. Then in choir.
Still sad I wasn't an angel and my dad travelled 500 miles just to see me sobbing on the sofa.
I teach drama now so it didnt ruin the stage for now.
By the way this was in 1972 and I m still sore about it.

When I was 9 and at primary school in London. We'd just moved from Northern Ireland and I had a strong northern Irish accent. My teacher hated me, we were going as a class to the horse of the year show, but the night before the IRA planted bombs around London which all went off causing death and damage.
I wasn't allowed to go to the horse of the year show as my teacher said ' the little IRA girl can't go as she will bomb the horses'
I hate you Miss Carey wicked old witch.

We had a primary school trip booked to the House of Commons. Only Andrew and Fergie decided to get married that day, so it got cancelled. I still resent them for it.

@52andblue I really want to slap that woman and buy you a massive doughnut.

@ilovepixie
I am from glengormley next to belfast. I came to England when I was 7 and pretty much lost my accent by the time I was 9.
Do you still have yours????

They didn’t make me a prefect. It would have been fine but they were giving out those badges left right and centre.

Bastards.

@CaptainCorellisPangolin

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.

Cut from the same cloth as Alan Measles, by the sound of him!

I'm genuinely sorry you lost him, though.

My sister and I used to have to stay at my dad's house every Saturday night and then spend the Sunday at my nan's until my mum came to pick us up. I hated it but that's not the point. When I was about 10 my dad found some writing on the bedroom wall and asked us on the Sunday who had done it. It WASN'T me but my sister didn't own up and my nan said, "I think it was TwoZero," and I got told off for it. She'd not even seen the writing and just assumed it was me. I got told off more for protesting my innocence as well! It wasn't until years later that my sister admitted to the crime.

Oh god, you've just reminded me. From my headmaster on collecting my A-level results (we were each called into his office to receive them). "Why did you only get a B in Economics?"

For context, it was a very academic school. A boys school that was into its second year of accepting girls into the 6th form. I had gone to a terrible local comprehensive prior to going there and just got in with 5 GCSE's at C and above.

I got 3 As in my other A-levels, an A grade in an AS level and two distinctions in my S-Levels (stretch exams for straight A predicted students), so in total what was then 53 UCCA points (3 As at A-level was 30 points). I basically got the best results in the school by some way.

Oh and I had already been offered an unconditional place at Oxford to read PPE. I'd won every academic award the school had and was wheeled out repeatedly as a shining example of the school's biggest transformation of results. And I was head boy /girl (they didn't quite know what to call me).

But no well done, just "why only a B?" That was literally all he said.

I was pissed off for YEARS about that. I'm considerably older and wiser now and can concede he did kind of have a point. He was actually a wonderful man and had a huge impact on my life, so it stung even more.

Also my parents refused to celebrate my results because it might make my younger, less academic brother feel bad. Again, I can completely understand this now I'm a parent but I can still conjure up the sense of total, total injustice I felt about it all.

I'm over it now

I have a few which are quite similar to PPs.
@EyeDrops- One Christmas my neighbour gave me a paperback book, and my DSis got a box of Maltesers. My DM said my sis did not have to share HER chocolates, but I had to let sis read MY book first as she was older!
@YoTheGinPussyOnThigh- One Easter I was saving a very beautifully decorated Easter egg( none of this modern Cadbury sh*t) My auntie visited with her toddlers and smashed it so they could have some.
@Collidascope- I was chosen to be Angel Gabriel in the school nativity. There were about 10 other Angels in 'supporting roles'.We all had costumes made out of old sheets. We took them home for our parents to adjust length etc and one girl's mum sewed tinsel all around the hem and cuffs, the teachers promoted her to lead Angel as her costume stood out. All of these things happened over 40 years ago and they still give me the rage today!

My friend said I was the cause of her depression. Fuck you Laura.

Neither DD got to go on the proper "school journey" in Y6.

When DD1 was in Y6 apparently they "had concerns about health and safety and cost" of the place so booked a place ten miles down the road instead. And in October, instead of June! It poured down and was cold. It was all bollocks and they had just forgotten to book it - every year before and since has got to go to the same place, in June.

Apart from DD2's year this summer. Cancelled due to Covid-19.

@iklboo I know! I forgot about it for years until about 2 years ago and it came back to me while we were planning the school Christmas production - I’ve been furious about it ever since. Mrs Blake, if you’re reading this now, this is not over 🤬😂

when I was 6 my parents promised me a swing set for my birthday. I was so excited and spoke about it for months- both before and after my birthday. My parents are now both dead (50 years on) so guess I will never get it now. I got nothing for that birthday.

This next is more genuine bitterness:
More recently I was pregnant with my first child, living in another country with no family in this country. My older sister planned to visit. She would not contemplate one week before and one week after the birth (I desperately wanted some support). Instead she came while I was still working and was pissed off I could not take time off at 37 weeks pregnant to show her around.
And even though I was 16 when she had her first baby, I babysat so much my friends thought her child was mine. She has never babysat /looked after/spent time with my now almost teen kids.

Unsurprisingly our relationship is very strained (not just this- so so much more) because she is so totally self absorbed.

I was accused of bullying a girl at prep school and I got into loads of trouble for it. I was about 10. I absolutely, hand on heart, never did anything mean to her whatsoever. Apparently I stole one of her glittery pencils and was seen sharpening it right down by the changing room bin (!!!) this categorically did not happen. Really bothers me still. I saw she got married recently and felt a stab of indignation.

Waiting for my GCSE results. I was nervous, as most of us are. My mother told me it was too late to be nervous, and I hadn't worked hard enough and would fail everything and my life would be ruined. When I cried, she told me off for crying and said I should have thought about it earlier.

Results day came and I'd got straight As. Whereupon she declared, "I knew you'd do well!" I've never quite forgiven her for how miserable she made me in the run-up to getting my results. This was thirty years ago and I still makes me cross.

[quote PopsicleHustler]@ilovepixie
I am from glengormley next to belfast. I came to England when I was 7 and pretty much lost my accent by the time I was 9.
Do you still have yours????[/quote]
No I lost mine as we went to boarding school at 11 so lost it pretty quickly then. I moved back to ballymena when I was 22 and have a mixed accent now lol.

Aged around 11 I was at the School Fete with my friend. She had money, I didn't. There was a 'guess the number of sweets in the jar' stall, a big confectioner's jar full of sherbet fruits was the price.

She asked me how many I thought were in there and I guessed 167. She hummed and hahed and then wrote down 167 and paid the 5p entry fee.

She won the jar of sweets and the selfish cow never even gave me one single sweet. It still sticks in my craw to this day!

@Bea

That I was a TREE in the school nativity 15 years ago.