What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

I didn't get the netball award at the end of year 6. Literally everyone knew it was meant for me and there was an audible gasp when a different recipient was announced in the leavers assembly. The poor girl who got it was mortified. Apparently an academic award trumped a sporting one and because I'd been chosen for the Humanities award I couldn't have the netball one.
I went home and cried. Who wants a Humanities award ffs? I was so upset.

Winning a ginormous Milk tray Easter egg in a raffle at our local newsagents when I was about ten. I carried it home so happily but wasn’t allowed to open it straight away as I had a dancing competition to go to.

When I got back, my nan who was babysitting my younger brother had shared the box of chocolates from it with him and eaten some of the egg, the rest of it was in bits where they’d broken it to eat. I cried about my magnificent egg laying in pieces and the first ever box of my very own chocs being devoured without me for days!

I loved technical drawing at high school, was exceptionally good at it, and wanted to do it as an option, but I wasn’t allowed because I was a girl and it was a boys’ O level subject only.

I’m still justifiably annoyed, 38 years later.

@Soundbyte- that was a horrible thing to do- shame on your nan!!

In a brass band when I was younger, we we recording an audition tape to try and play a concert at Disneyland Paris. The conductor asked me to play the solo in a piece of music, and complimented me on how good I'd done it, nicest sound out of a cornet he's ever heard etc (I was really good - can't play a note now!) Get to Disneyland for the concert, and he picks the girl he is music teacher for to play the same solo. Still salty.

As a child in the 1970s it was usual to get 'albums' for Christmas & I had all the Bunty, Blue Peter & Rupert Bear ones. Years later away at Uni I came home to find that my mum had got rid of all my toys and books without asking.

Bad enough & I was gutted, but one of my Rupert Bear albums had a picture of Rupert on the front with brown fur instead of white fur. A few years down the line it turned out this was a rare edition which was worth forty-five thousand pounds.

When I told my mum she had thrown away over forty grand, she just laughed!

Imissmoominmama

I feel your pain, I went to a girls' school run by the Sisters of Mercy (not the 80s band) we didn't even do technical drawing or 'boys' subjects'.

The hours I wasted in 3 years of compulsory home ec and even worse the 3 half years I had to do needlework, that was worse because it was 1/2 a year art, something I loved and was good at and then 1/2 year needlework.

All that time I could have learned something useful.

I was about 9. My mother was very controlling, including everything that I ate at that age. She was a dietitian and told me that I was a disgrace to her profession. 😢

I competed a lot with horses in my childhood and had a great big box full of gorgeous rosettes and trophies, they all meant such a lot to me. We were pretty poor and I didn't own my own pony but was lucky enough to get to compete our local riding school ponies as I helped out there.

I had school mates who were posh and had their own horses and the best of everything so the fact I often managed to beat them rankled with some I know.

Years later I married the son of one of these horsey posh families and after a few years he left me after having an affair whilst our second child was only a tiny baby. Ex MIL threw out that box full of rosettes and trophies which was being stored in their house. I only lived down the road and would have collected it any time but it was never 'convenient' for me to collect my stuff.

She took great pleasure in telling me she'd binned it. She knew I treasured that box. There were trophies from the horse of the year show, magnificent rosettes etc. I so wish I still had them - the memories they would bring back. ☹️

My mam once sent me to a party at a soft play area in a dress - obviously I was the only one!
Also early 90’s

My very first teacher who insisted on spelling my name wrong.

I have one of those names that's spelled differently for males and females. When I started school, we were presented with a card with our names on in bigggish writing and had to trace them. (I could already write my name and address, so found this pretty bloody pathetic, frankly).

Teacher wouldn't listen when I told her that my name wasn't spelt that way, and insisted I trace the wrong version when I could write the correct version without needing to trace it.

When my DM picked me up from my first day at school, I was livid and announced that I wasn't going to school any more because my teacher was stupid and wouldn't take any notice when I told her she was wrong. I remember feeling quite insulted that she wouldn't let a stroppy 5-year old correct her.

I'm also still pissed off that I didn't get put up a year. They were already to do it, because I was so far ahead of the others in reading and writing. Then towards the end of the summer term, the junior school I was about to switch to (infants and juniors were different schools where I lived) spotted that I had an August birthday, so would be almost 2 years younger than some of my classmates, decided that it was too big a gap and blocked it.

I wasted a whole year in the infants mostly reading and stuff on my own.

Still pissed off about it and it was nearly 60 years ago!

A lot of the general 'pissed-offness' on here is not just about bad behaviour but that adults didn't listen to children or take anything they said seriously.

Something which will always rankle is the way the PE teacher took every opportunity to humiliate me for whatever reason just because I wasn't good at sport. I'd still like to smash her face in, or worse. What is worrying is that I enjoy this fantasy a little bit too much. I will always hate her guts.

For all the thwarted Marys, it may comfort your to know that girls are often picked for the role of Mary if they’re compliant but not that bright - your cleverest children are chosen to be narrators etc because you can rely on them to do the speaking parts. All Mary has to do it tramp about the stage, so as long as she’s reasonably well behaved it’s not too much to ask (and it’s a nice way to give some recognition to children who won’t be top of the class or win any prizes etc.)

Obviously that’s a generalisation, but I’ve had it confirmed by two different primary school teachers!

Oh, I've just had my memory jogged about two horse-related ones, thank you Nonothisagain!

I was in a County Show as part of our riding school's gala - we were Celtic warriors (on foot) whilst others were mounted Roman soldiers. I wasn't allowed to be a mounted soldier (hadn't been at the riding school long enough, fair enough), but on the last day everyone got rosettes for being part of it. It would have been my first EVER rosette - and I couldn't go because I had tonsilitis. My friend asked for a rosette for me but was told no.

And in a jumping class on my friend's pony. I went the wrong way. NOBODY HAD TOLD ME THERE WAS AN ACTUAL COURSE I thought we were allowed to jump in whatever order we liked! I only had enough money to enter once - so I missed out on another rosette!

When i was in sixth form we all did non examined PE alongside our A levels and went to the ice rink for skating. i gained an ice skating grade but never received the certificate. I feel that it's affected my life chances.
I can't remember if it was grade 1 or 2 but remember i had to skate backwards for it

In the early 90s I was at art college. We had spent a couple of days putting all our work up on display boards for a college exhibition - this was practically ALL our work from the whole of the first year. I then came down with a particularly bad sickness bug and was off college for a few days. When I returned, the exhibition was over, and everyone had taken their work down. Mine had also been taken down, but was literally nowhere to be seen, and none of my friends knew who had taken it down, or where it was either. We searched all the rooms high and low but couldn't find any of my work. I very heavily suspected that a couple of the teachers had disposed of it because I knew neither of them liked me very much, and they were both really pally together. I was almost positive it was them trying to cause me problems, so that I would not get onto the next course, in fact I was 99.9% sure it was them, but I had no proof. They were both even more weird than usual after this happened. I was very fortunate that my tutor- who was a lovely fella, put in writing that he'd seen my work, and I had records of grades achieved. Combined with the final project which I then began and was able to submit my work for, I passed the course, but it definitely affected my overall grade.
I then got rejected when I applied to the same college for the second year, but my friends rallied round, and when a newer student dropped out, they went to see my tutor to try and help me get the place that had become free. I ended up getting it, but the two teachers whom I had previously suspected were watching me constantly, it was so weird. I decided to leave, as I couldn't stand it any longer, and I got a job. I'm still annoyed to this day, as basically my entire year's worth of work was stolen, and I believe, destroyed. No one was ever made accountable for it. Looking back, I should have involved the police maybe,but I thought that it would just seem silly at the time. I went on to qualify in something completely different. To this day though, I am sad that I never did get to degree level, and I could never afford to persue it now. So yeah, kinda still still salty about that one!

When I was in primary school 1970ish my school was taking part in a big singing thing with all the school's in my town, so hundreds of children, my teacher told myself and 1 other girl we couldn't take part as we couldn't sing! I was so upset, it was even televised that year too, with my best friend being chosen to go on stage!!) and I have had a complex about my singing since (I actually am a pretty rubbish singer 🤣🤣)

My GCSE French teacher didn't like me for some unknown reason. When I did my French oral exam she was asking questions about my family so I replied in French that I lived with my mother and sister. She looked me straight in the eyes and said "what about your father?". My father had tragically died a year before very unexpectedly and she knew this. I didn't know what to say as they don't teach you how to say that for your GCSE. So I just sat there silently welling up with tears and feeling stupid. I wish I had told her in English that it wasn't an appropriate question but I was young and too shy to answer back to a teacher.

@ginghamtablecloths

My PE teacher was a massive bitch too. We had one lesson where we had to invent our own dance and perform it in front of everyone. My idea of hell upon earth. I refused to do it so she made me do a 'catwalk parade' with everyone laughing. Hideous person. I wish I could zap back in time quickly and tell her nice and politely exactly what she could do with that idea, and walk out on her. Another year she gave me a bad report saying I didn't try hard enough in football. Well no, I didn't try very hard - we hadn't had any football sessions, being the main reason!

Unfortunately you get teachers who are in it just for the power.

Why do people who hate kids become teachers?

We moved when I was 5 and mum made me stay for school dinners instead of going home for lunch. They tasted horrible, so the 2nd day I ran home on my own and mum told me off because she had to give me something to eat. The 3rd day I walked out of school with the rest and hid in a gateway near the school with no dinner till everyone came back. The teacher realised and told my mum so for the next 4 years they made me stay and watched me to make sure I ate it all. My mum was not working and at home all day so at that age I couldn't understand why I couldn't go home.
A few months later we had tapioca pudding and I wouldn't eat it and they made me sit there for an hour on my own till I ate it. I was crying the whole time and the dinner lady finally threw it away and said 'I'll tell them you ate it.'

"Think of the other girl who had the bad sandwiches all the time though..."

Girls like me, @chardonm - my mum used to use Stork margarine to make our sandwiches for our packed lunches - she used Lurpak on her own sandwich at lunchtime, but was too stingy to use it for dsis and me, so we got nasty margarine that was meant for baking with.

My dad made terrible sandwiches for me with really thick butter. I made my own packed lunches as soon as I could. My mum was too lazy to get out of bed in the mornings while I was at high school, so dad had to do the chivvying.

My DMum used to save me a roast dinner on a Sunday to have when I visited after church (in the evening). One week it was roast pork and all day I was looking froward to the crackling. Got in, heated up my dinner, but couldn't find the crackling. Asked DMum if there was any - sometimes it doesn't crackle - she said, yes, on the meat plate (which was out next to my dinner). Checked there, no crackling. Not in the fridge. Not a whiff of it.

Asked DDad. He'd eaten some and, because there was loads, fed the rest to the dog.

I swear the dog smirked.

For me it was the allowing kids to pick others for teams in PE lessons. I had years of being picked second to last at best.

Oooh, this had me seething. Okay, I was shit at sport, so fair enough. But THE ONE TIME the teacher chose me to be captain at rounders and pick the teams I was like "yes!! Finally!!!" three choices later, the teacher shouts "right you're all being so badly behaved, you can go inside and sit with your fingers on your lips."

Gonna need cake to get over that re-emerged memory.