What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

@lovesasnowleopard

The time at play group when I was about 3 and shit my pants. The bitch in charge of my group made me go down the slide, I told her I didn't want to and I mean she must have smelt it. Went down said slide and a tidal wave of shit ensued upon it.

Then told off like I was some kind of animal for not saying. I did, dickhead!

This is my favourite !

Not pasting more people at school for bullying me. There is one in particular I should have just kicked the shit out of.

another one- I joined primary school as my brother was in the final year.
He was a little gobshite and troublemaker (he is fine now- mellowed with age).
All the teachers automatically assumed I was the same. I was a quiet shy mousy little swot who would not say a word if being beaten.
Mrs Rankin and Miss Garcia (sisters) were evil bitches who treated me like shit because of the family link.

I did find out that in 1970s, a lot of teachers had been enticed into teaching due to a huge shortage immediately after the way (lack of qualified teachers) and just stayed in a cushy job until retirement. I think a lot were unsuited both via skill set and personality. They would not be allowed today.

What do you mean by 'salty' apart from food with salt, sea water etc. Can anyone stop and explain? Is it an American thing?

or are we just making words up now?

Could you not work it out from context Pemba?

Went to Far East to BIL’s wedding. Took lots of photos, next day drove out & dropped them off at camera shop - ‘twas olden days with rolls of film . A couple of days later BIL’s wife offered to collect them. She took ages, and finally came back with two books of photos but no negatives. I asked where they were and the reply was “they didn’t give them”. Thought it a bit odd but didn’t want to make a fuss, it was already difficult staying with family. Next day, invited to dinner at BIL’s wife’s sister. On the wall is a huge framed photo, one that I had taken at the wedding. Yup, BIL’s wife and her sister had taken the negatives, lied about them and sister had had reprints made already. The ridiculous thing is they only had to ask and I would have said yes..... !

Carlotta, well kind of, but not exactly. Annoyed/regretful/sad...? Maybe. Don't bother explaining then, although that wouldn't have taken you much longer than what you did post.

Just seems a bit weird to me, as I have never heard of the word used in this way before. I am sure others have not heard of it either.

I’ve heard it meaning grumpy. It seems likely it’s British more than American given that were an island, and the number of other marine-related terms in use.

It means bitter.

It's not an American thing, it's a young people thing.

@recklessruby

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.

But how lovely that you were loved enough for him to travel that 500 miles 🥰 did he walk ?

@ginghamtablecloths

It was at secondary school - cookery lesson. I accidentally clipped my forearm on the oven door when getting a pie out. Mrs F made me go to the secretary's office for first aid. As I was the second girl to have a similar accident the same morning she refused to treat me until I made a confession (false) about 'mucking about' which annoyed me. I felt like saying no but had to do as I was told. Decades later I hear that this demented old biddy is passing herself off as a retired head teacher. Mentioning no names or places except to say that her surname is an unfortunate personality trait which certainly applies to her.

I remember her, @ginghamtablecloths

Mrs Meanold-Witch!

Just thought of an incident where i got my own back...which felt great.

It was at primary school, so i think I was about 8-9.

It was lunchtime and the rest of the table and I were thirsty, so I went up to the counter to get another jug of water.
There was a boy standing in between 2 tables, so i had to squeeze by - with an 'excuse me, please'.

This boy was a grade A little shit and then, after i'd sat down, punched me really hard on the top of my head.

So...I did the only thing I could possibly do after such injustice and tipped the entire jug of water over his head.
His face was a picture!

My mum was a dinner lady at the time and was obviously embarrassed, as she frogmarched me out of the dinner hall and I then sat in the infant's corridor - apparently waiting for a bollocking from one of the teachers.

As i say, this boy was unpleasant in the extreme, so when my teacher arrived at the staff room, she was very happy to announce that 'little ameanstreak has just tipped a jug of water over Mr X's head'.

So the bollocking never came. 😉

And while i was still sitting in the corridor, Mr X came sauntering down it to talk to me.
He was wearing his friend's PE kit and I think he was hoping to get an apology from me.
But, I just said it's your own fault for punching me'.

No regrets! ✊

@iklboo

Children have a really keen sense of justice, don't they?

I did lead a small revolt against Brown Owl, likening her making us buy all the stuff for and make shell animals for the church fair to a sweat shop (I blame Blue Peter). I was asked to leave for 'not understanding the spirit of the Brownies'.

I didn't care - it had clashed with It's A Knockout on tv and I'd much rather have watched that.

You staged a coup at Brownies! 😂

Just for the thrill of 'It's a Knockout'...you were clearly hard core, as a kid.

I’m still annoyed that one of our dinner ladies told me that I hadn’t seen a snake on the field as we don’t have snakes in this country and that I hadn’t seen a yellow ladybird as such things don’t exist.
This was rural England. I now know that there are snakes and that there are yellow ladybirds.

I have also just remembered another thing I am still annoyed about. I was aged about 5 or 6 and I had a great friend who happened to be a boy. Off the yard there was a load of long grass and we used to play in it together. One of the dinner ladies accused us of going off into the long grass to show each other "our private parts" . We were extremely innocent and we were just playing. I feel cross now even just thinking about it!

My 2nd grade teacher certainly could have used Mumsnet all those years ago. She told me I was wrong, when I said pineapples do not grow on trees. I had seen them growing, so I knew, but she kept insisting I was wrong, and other children laughed that I was being so silly.

At the age of 9, a not so nice boy in my class bit my hand causing it to bleed during the lunch break. A dinner lady reported it to the teacher. The teacher made an announcement to the class that he had been told about the incident but wouldn't be taking any action. He then proceeded to joke about it.
I felt utterly humiliated that he seemed to be telling the class that the boy attacking me was laughing matter.
Still feel so bitter and it was 45 years ago!

When I was applying for Uni, I had a stack of prospectuses (prospecti?) a foot high for all the universities I was considering.

When I finally made my choice and filled out my application form, my mum asked me to sort out the prospectuses and throw out the ones I didn't need any more.

I did so straight away, but my brother later saw the discarded prospectuses in the bin and 'rescued' them.

My mum asked me to sort and throw away the prospectuses again. I was a bit confused, but did so.

My brother 'rescued' them again.

This went on for several days - my mum getting increasingly frustrated at what she thought was my procrastination, me getting increasingly confused at what I thought must be my mum gaslighting me and my brother either wondering why I kept throwing away perfectly good books or him gaslighting me - not sure which.

After I'd been grounded for several days 'until it was done', I eventually exploded at my mum and shouted "I don't understand what you want! I've been throwing them away for a week but YOU keep getting them out of the bin and making me throw them away again!"

My mum turned to my brother and asked him if he had been fetching them out of the bin each time I threw them away. He said he thought they'd been accidentally knocked off the sideboard into the bin.

My mum and brother never apologised.

A pub quiz where one questions was "What are the primary colours?" and I said "red, blue and yellow"

WHICH THEY ARE.

And when the 'quiz master' read out the answers he said RED, YELLOW AND GREEN!

I fucking argued and argued! No avail. This was before the internet.

Actually they are red yellow and green if you are talking about light or the receptors in our eyes. They are red yellow and blue if you are mixing paint.

If you mix all wavelengths of light you get white light, if you mix all colours of paint yo don't.

The colour we perceive depends on whether the light is direct or reflected, so a white piece of paper reflects all wave lengths but doesn't dammit them when a white light would.

If you draw on that white paper the colour you draw with is actually the colour that is not absorbed by the paper's colour.

A more recent one.

I was forced to give up work due to disability. I made the choice of moving to go to university and I was skint. I know most students are but I'd gone from having a reasonable amount of money to not much and I was unable to supplement with work.

I was asked to two weddings, one abroad and one in the UK, I couldn't attend wither of them due to cost.

The one in the UK was a relative and I was gutted at missing it.

My parents went, as did my (working full time in a good job) brother and (working full time in another good job) wife and their three children.

They all stayed in the hotel overnight, when my brother went to pay his bill in the morning my mother had paid it, in full.

onemouseplace, try to look on the positive for all schoolchildren from your disrupted trip. The wedding of Prince Andrew and Sarah Ferguson didn't just wreck your school trip, it snarled up all the traffic around Westminster, and prevented a lot of MP's reaching the House of Commons for a vote, on a bill which abolished corporal punishment in all state schools, final stage being passed in the House of Lords.
It is generally agreed that it was basically the "hang'em and flog'em" brigade ("I was soundly thrashed at school and it never did me any harm") who were less used to attending the House, who got snarled up in the traffic jams and didn't get there in time to block the bill from passing.
But I know what you mean; I still bear a grudge against my primary school for arranging Sports Day to fall on my birthday in my last year at Junior School; I loathed sporting activities.

I'm still sulking about 10th Doctor (lovely, lovely David Tennant) turning into Matt Smith. Stopped watching Doctor Who in protest. Ironically, Matt Smith is my son's favourite doctor. He is wrong.

When I was very very young I had been bought some pretty rag doll bobbles. I didn’t get much stuff like that so I was very proud of them and wore them to school. A little bastard of a kid pulled on them and they broke. I cried. The teacher picked up the pieces and said “oh well, these can go in the bin”. I cried my heart out and begged her not to as my dad would fix them. She told me to stop crying, said I was being ridiculous and ordered me to stop being such a baby. I was about 6.

When I was 7 I was playing in the playground and accidentally hit another girl in the face with my packed lunch box. I was mortified and apologised immediately. She ran to the teacher who then came over to me and said “you’re a horrible little kid arnt you? Nobody likes you and this is the reason why”.

When I was 8 I was at my cousins house playing in her bedroom. A game started where we decided to do an operation on the daughter of my mother’s current boyfriend. She was 7. My cousin told her to lay on the bed, lifted her clothes and drew all over her to Mark the operation site. There was no malice in it at all. The girl was enjoying the game. I joined in and drew some circles on her belly of where we’d put the “stitches”. Later that night my cousins mum came to my house, screamed at me for leading my cousin astray, forced me to admit that the whole thing was my idea and then threatened to put me through the glass window if I went into her house again. My mum stood and watched this as her boyfriends daughter sat there smirking. I was terrified and crying my eyes out.

When I was 10 my mum went to see yet another boyfriend at the other end of the country. Promised she’d be back for my birthday. On the day of my birthday she rang up saying she’d missed the train and wouldn’t be back until the weekend. I was staying with my grandma who’s husband was sexually abusing me and had to listen as my grandma and my father discussed how I’d be better off put into care. It was my birthday.

And this was before my teen years, I have many more from my teens.

Reading these has been an eye-opener, especially about horrible bastard teachers and unfair parenting!

Oh another pub quiz one.

Question was 'give the name of the breed of native pony that lives in Devon'?

My answer was Dartmoor and Exmoor (I also queried Lundy pony).

The answer was 'Dartmoor'. I pointed out that Exmoor is also partly in Devon and the Lundy pony is a recognised breed.

He said 'the answer on the card is Dartmoor'.

Okay, I got the point for Dartmoor, but I ought to have got extra points for the others!

In what was than I2 (y2 these days) we did a decorate an egg day for St David’s day, I made a dragon entirely out of eggs except the wings. I lost to a girl who had made a cardboard daffodil and stuck an egg in the middle as the trumpety bit.
Her mum worked in the school and she won everything.

I’m still livid.

Oh I’ve got a pub quiz one!

“What is the tallest breed of dog in the world?”

My thick as pig shit table all started muttering about Great Danes. One of them argued it was the greyhound. I said “Irish Wolfhound” and they all laughed and went with Great Dane. When the answer was revealed I could have thrown my drink at the stupid bastard “It is of course the Scooby Doo of dogs, the Great Dane!”. Idiots, idiots everywhere.