What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

& another 70s corker.

When I was 7 & my brother 5, we moved across the country & were enrolled in a faith school. It wasn't our faith - not that our family really had one - but we were definitely class outsiders because of it. I remember hours in y6 where the single Muslim girl in the school & I were abandoned to do colouring in a cupboard because we weren't taking our first Communion, for example.

Anyway - we had this HUGE display of mock tombstones, as in on A3 cut out to look like tombstones & backed with A2 black sugar paper - dedicated to every school student who'd met an untimely end.

My mate's elder sister was up there, as was the son of the family my parents had bought our house from (one of these children had died of meningitis & the other in a road accident, I think).

My db & I vividly remember this display in the school hall, & being expected to pray for the 20 or so dead children whose deaths were commemorated.

My parents (who attended parents' evenings in that hall for years) insist that we (well, specifically I - apparently I imagined it & convinced db he'd seen it too) have invented the whole thing.

Bollocks did we - there were about 20 of these 'tombstones' arranged in a cross formation, & 40 years later I still remember most of the names.

Led out wrong exit by a teacher in fire trill and I got told off - I clearly wasn't leading!

I wasn't allowed to be an angel at the Christmas play because I have dark hair :(

That the dentist suggested to my mum that I have braces - which she declined. My teeth are so crowded now I can't even fit the thinnest of dental floss between most of them.

Oh yes, and not immunising me against whooping cough - only told me that when I got it at 36.

Food technology, (lol) I was about 11. We made cheese cakes & mine was strawberry, I spent so long on it & thought it looked amazing! I mixed strawberries into the cream so it was pink & delicately places large strawberries on the top. It looked great (if I do say so myself.)

Teacher went round marking them all, verbally. Gave me a 6! A 6!!!! My friend got a 9 & hers looked wank.

Still angry.

@JanewaysBun nor was I because I had red hair and was tall and skinny.
Apparently angels are "pretty, little and blonde" thanks Mrs Cooke I hope you fell under a bus

Twice in childhood I had the experience of playing near some little shits who were confronted by the adult whose car/fence they were messing with, who then pointed me out as the culprit and the adult would storm over to have a go at me, a timid looking kid who must have clearly looked like I had no clue why an adult was screaming at me with the hooligan kids gloating in the background.

I feel like they knew full well that the kids who were standing by their fence/car were the culprits, but thought that shouting at any child in the vicinity would be effective. But how?

Was on Brownie camp during the Charles and Diana royal wedding.

The leaders had set up a whole feast of red, white and blue food and had coloured some of the lemonade red and blue and left some plain, then put the cups out on table.

I was desparate for blue lemonade, it seemed like the most exciting thing ever. But they made me help with some of the younger brownies and help hand out some of the food and by the time I got to sit down there was only places with plain lemonade left. Still gutted 😆

Oh yes, another non-blonde child here who was relegated to playing innkeepers or trees in the nativity play. Not only did the angels have to be flaxen-haired, but so did Mary, for some reason. I think our teacher must have associated blondness with virginity or something. All very odd, and still irritating 35 years later.

As a child in the 1980s, I absolutely remember how the blonde girls in the class were treated more favourably than the non blonde girls. It's really quite sickening looking back.

I had a “friend” who I went out with one night. I had left my drivers licence, coat (expensive!) and shoes in her car as I got changed at hers.
She ditched me 5 minutes of being there and stole my things. Few weeks later I saw a photo of her on Facebook in my expensive coat.
Had to pay for a new drivers license too!

GinDrinker How long did you know her?

I was not allowed meccano or airfix kits when I was little because I was not a boy! I WANT MECCANO!

And my teddies got taken off me by same mother and given to my baby brother. Not bitter. Not. At. All.

I won a trip to the nearest ice rink for my whole class at school through a local radio station competition. I was so excited, my parents had always refused to take me because it was 'dangerous' but I was finally going to get the chance.

Got chicken pox two days before the trip, had to miss it.

@EoinMcLovesCakeJumper

Oh yes, another non-blonde child here who was relegated to playing innkeepers or trees in the nativity play. Not only did the angels have to be flaxen-haired, but so did Mary, for some reason. I think our teacher must have associated blondness with virginity or something. All very odd, and still irritating 35 years later.

I was the opposite. I was Mary twice, once in nursery once in school. My hair was very dark and very straight. I am as pale as the snow and with blue eyes.

When I was about 6 we spent a year fundraising for a slide for the playground at school. Raised the money, got the slide. Was too old to use it, just looked at it from the big kids playground. Was bitter for far too long jealous of the littler ones

I was once cast as king Herod due to my loud voice and short haircut. I’d auditioned for Mary. I was not impressed.

Year 2!!! Horrid teacher. It was a mixed year 1 and 2 class. I was year 1 and the person next to me on the computer year 2. Teacher kept smarties in a pot. For some reason, I can't remember, she offered them to selected pupils. She offered one to the person next to me. Then to me. I went to take it and she slapped my hand and said not for you!!! Shouted it. I was embarrassed, confused and my hand hurt. And this was t a time when this was acceptable. Wasn't even 20 years ago! She was a horrible lady

DM used to take me into a toy shop regularly to browse as I loved doing it. I'd spend my pocket money on little Barbies or Polly Pockets but there was this very expensive, beautiful dolly who looked just like a baby, with eyes that blinked and a weighted body. I loved her. We weren't well off but DM saved for this dolly and bought her for me along with a lovely pram for Christmas. I looked after her like she was a real baby. Not so long after my DSis came along. A few years later, my lovely dolly (who had been as good as new when I went to school that morning) had her blinky eyes smushed in and she had felt tip pen all over her face and body, totally ruined. I was distraught and always will be sad when I think about it.

I wrote a play for a school drama competition. All the other groups chose plays by published playwrights (which was fine as it was an acting competition, not a play-writing competition). The drama assistant made a few comments about my script; nothing major, but as a consequence we didn't win because we'd "had help", even though the other plays were written by professionals. To make it worse, the prize was to perform again in front of parents and our group was desperate to do it again whereas the group who won weren't really bothered. Still cross.

Was sat in the car next to my bratty cousin, I was trying to read a book and he kept grabbing in and ended up ripping a page, I told him to stop and he smacked me really hard.
My uncle who was driving told him off and reached round to smack him but smacked me instead.
I started crying and my Dad who was in the passenger seat turned round and smacked me for making a fuss.
Three smacks for doing absolutely fuck all.

An absolute horror of a maths teacher took a real dislike to me in years 10 and 11 for absolutely no reason. I was in the top set and actually quite good at maths. Before our GCSE exams we were given a book of reports to show to prospective colleges, setting out what we were likely to achieve in each subject so that they could make a decision on our applications. Under the maths section mine read ‘can make basic calculations, with a little help’. I got a bloody B ffs! Many is the night I’ve dreamed of confronting Mrs Bibby with my saltiness!

Oh, and the fucking bastard teacher who "predicted" my A level result in his subject would be three grades lower than what I actually achieved. Went on my UCCA form, so lots of unis rejected me straight away without interviewing me. Good thing it wasn't this year or I'd have been even more fucked.

@CurlsandCurves

Mines a bit more recent.

The whole time DS2 was feeding constantly, weight dropping, no one thought to suggest tongue tie. It was all maybe you should move to the bottle, he’s clearly not getting enough from you. I knew of tongue tie but when you’re getting about 2 hours sleep a night it’s easy to forget these things!

Only when he was about 5 a friend who had trained as a breastfeeding counsellor checked his mouth and there it was. Now I don’t know if addressing this would have solved all the feeding issues but I’m sure it would have helped. He’s 11 and I still feel somehow robbed of getting that wonderful feeding experience.

I just wanted to say I feel similarly, I kept getting told my milk wasn't good enough for my baby despite the fact she had clear allergy markers (which I obviously didn't know at the time) and kept telling me to feed her more formula. Which, as it turns out, was what was making her poorly and caused her to not gain weight. I saw one lovely dietician who supported me in breastfeeding and suggested the allergy possibility but I'd honestly seen 2 health visitors and 4 different paediatric doctors, all of whom agreed I needed to switch to formula. I'll always be a bit sad that the first few weeks of DD's life I spent the majority of second guessing myself and doubting my ability to feed her. As soon as I cut out dairy and stopped the formula top ups she started piling on weight (like 1lb a week kind of weight gain) but even to this day (she's 7mo now) I still panic I'm not feeding her enough or maybe making her ill. Its illogical because she's ridiculously healthy and bright and developing so well but when you've got expert after expert telling you you're starving your baby and you're clearly not able to feed her, you do doubt yourself so I totally get you!

I started school a year early. A teacher used to lean on my left shoulder if I had my cutlery or pencil in the "wrong" hand. I was trained out of being left handed.

I still think people that mention cutlery is not being used in the "right" hands are wankers. It matters not a jot. People should be able to use their dominant hand. Also, I have an American step family. People that comment on how they use a fork and knife can fuck off as well. Commenting on these minor infractions is ruder than the issue being complained about. Special circle in Hell for adults picking on little DC about this.