What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

Oh I’ve a good ‘in from adulthood! Pre-Mumsnet I used to use Babyworld site and i wrote an article (unsolicited, granted) about raising a special needs child alongside NT siblings.

Babyworld used my idea and published the article, almost word for word, under one of their own writer’s names using her child as the feature.

Bastards. I ditched them and came to Mumsnet.

Buffythesofasitter My children lost their dad too and I'd be gutted if that happened

I feel your pain, I went to a girls' school run by the Sisters of Mercy (not the 80s band)

A woman said no to a playdate between my son and hers, smugly telling me that her son is a sensitive boy and doesn't play with boys who play rough, like my son. Her boy went on to bully my boy for the next two years, along with a small group of other boys who are always playing rough.

@Buffythesofasitter

What a cruel thing to do to you

It's tough looking back with our confidence as adults wishing we had said something at the time but it's so hard to when you're young

Throughout my primary school years I was always the narrator in the school play, and very happy to be. In the final year, when I somehow got voted to be May Queen, the powers that be decided that someone else should do it as I'd always had 'big' parts. I never thought I had a chance at winning the role in the first place, and concluded that they just wanted someone prettier. That stung.

Another one was at secondary school when the English teacher (also my form tutor at the time) warned a friend's parents off me, saying that I was a bad influence. When they asked which 'bpi' she was talking about, saying "Surely not the lovely bpi who comes round regularly?", my friend said "No, of course not her, another bpi".

I never did work out what that teacher had against me, but when my parents queried why she had belittled me when I got a rare good grade for a piece of work, she said "Well if I tell her she's done well, she'll stop trying!" Funny how she used to big up the other students who got good grades all the time.

It really galls when my old classmates speak so fondly of her on fb so many years later.

My Y2 teacher was deeply unpleasant. Every year, she’d take a real dislike to a couple of children. In my year, she had a field day and hated four of us. If you were on her hit list you could do nothing right. I didn’t move up a single level in reading... this despite the fact that I was an annoyingly precocious reader, and by the end of Y2 had read all the Chronicles of Narnia, and could read Famous Five books in one sitting.

One day she read The Selfish Giant to us. She’d obviously planned a lesson about parables. She asked us who the little boy with wounds on his hands was. Now, although I was a precocious reader, I was no genius, and certainly wouldn’t have worked out he was the Infant Jesus. But my mum had read the story, and explained it to me. I put my hand up, and said who the boy was. She screamed at me that I was blasphemous, that Jesus was an adult, that I was thick... And she shut the book in a hurry. Yep, she hated me so much she was ready to bugger up her own teaching plans.

As an adult 25 years later, I was shocked to feel a real sense of justice when I heard she had cancer. Not an emotion I was proud of, but my 6/7 year old self rose up. I guess ‘salty’ doesn’t even start to cover what she made me feel.

That I never got a Mr Frosty.

That I didn't win the Easter Bonnet contest in 1993.

In secondary school we went on a trip to the houses of Parliament. When we got there we were told to leave all our belongings on the coach and we all filed off and stood on the pavement. The coach drove away to park elsewhere. Only then did our teachers announce that unfortunately they didn't have enough passes for everyone to go into parliament so they were going to choose 3 sensible children who would not be allowed in. I was one of them and was furious that badly behaved kids who had no interest in politics were allowed to go in because they couldn't be trusted enough to be left. Also, the teachers knew we couldn't all go in when they told us to leave our bags on the coach. I wondered around utterly bored for a few hours, with no money to even buy a cup of tea.

For all the people bemoaning their lack of Mr Frosty.

I had one, it was shit, your parents were right.

A pub quiz one: A group of us used to go to a pub quiz every week. It was very sports-centred which we were rubbish at so we rarely distinguished ourselves. One night, for some reason, the quiz master asked a very obscure history question which one of us happened to know. We were really chuffed - but then the other teams started heckling that the question was too difficult - and the quiz master said 'OK then - and gave everyone the answer .

A sibling one: When I was 7 I desperately wanted a radio cassette player. This was the 80s and they were relatively expensive. My mum said I could have one for my birthday if I did without pocket money for the six months leading up to it. I duly sacrificed my pocket money for six months and got my radio cassette. Immediately my younger sister started wanting one ... a couple of months later, it's her birthday and she gets one just like that - no pocket money sacrifice required!

When I left my ex my mother had to collect my stuff as it wasn't safe for me. Only she took the smaller car so had to get rid of some stuff- fair enough.

Except she decided to throw away all of my books and keep clothes and china. It showed how little she knew me. My first editions, signed books, limited editions all gone. I was and am still heartbroken.

Halloween costume party at primary school, my mum hired a costume, my aunt did my hair and make up and I was the best bride of Dracula you ever saw!!! The 3 kids who won the "best costume" were not even in my league!!!! 33 years later I am still bitter!!!! And even my dad still mentions the injustice of it when we talk about costumes like for world book day or costume parties for my son!!

When I was 5 and told my teacher I had become an auntie (my then 15 year old half brother that didn’t live locally had just had a baby)
My teacher said I was being silly and I obviously meant that my mum has just become an auntie. She befuddled me into agreeing with her and it still makes me cross.

My mum burnt my favourite t shirt with the iron when I was about 7 and I still cast it up to her for the next 35 years. She's been gone a while now, I really need to let it go ...

Buffythesofasitter that is awful that the French teacher did that. What a toxic bitch.

When I was about 13 I was in a needlework class. The teacher was talking about different types of materials and she asked what a particular one was, I said silk which was correct. She followed this up with a comment something to the effect of "not that you are ever going to have anything made of silk". This was a school in one of the most deprived parts of the U.K.

Well guess what Mrs X I have quite a few things in silk!!!

In spite of getting highest mark in the school for a highway code quiz to choose children for a school quiz team, the teacher organising it chose 4 boys, as she said it looked odd having one girl on the team. They lost.

There was a time aged nine I had head lice, and had to be treated with that vile strong-smelling lotion (on previous occasions, I had begged and pleaded to be spared this). I was the only one to undergo this ordeal. Then, a few weeks later, somebody else got it and I hadn't; but my mum had read the the advice to treat all the family, so I had it again!

Not salty about it, never thought about it until now, all the school based posts have made me remember it. Was put on "report" with about 3 other people in one of my subjects in Year 9, and to this day I never knew why, even told my mother I didn't know why when she asked me. Never had any detentions or missing work in it beforehand, just jumped straight onto report, spent pretty much all of my school life being the quiet kid, can only assume I got roped in with the other people who wouldn't shut up in lessons due to proximity.

When I was 7 I took part in the riding schools gymkhana (horse racing competition).

Nobody expected me to do well as I was so little - you raced against your age/riding level and then slowly the winners converged until you had the top 5 winners of the 150 strong school including adults, horse owners and teachers.

Despite the family rooting for my elder sister (as the more likely bet), seven year old me somehow turned into a horse racing bullet (I think it was the competitiveness and I was given a much bigger horse as was usually relegated the tiny mare as I was about 4'0).

I ended up in the final race. I was glowing with pride. I really thought I was going to win. They swapped my horse out again though just before the race for some reason.

I came second. My teacher, who had been riding for 30 years, won by a horse length on her own horse.

Reader, I plotted to kill her I was so angry at the injustice. I quit three years later.

One of the teachers in year 6 took an absolute disliking to me, I would actually go as far to say she was a bully but who would have believed an 11 year old! One example, she pulled me to one side before going in to class and told me off for dancing on the side of the football pitch when I was a sub for the team, what I was actually doing was stretching (not that it was anything to do with her, she wasn't involved with the team at all)

Still hate her to this day, I saw her in Aldi not long and I kicked myself afterwards for not asking if she was missing bullying kids now she's retired!

Actually it was the same woman who said to us "he was only your teacher, he was our friend" when the other year 6 teacher died on a school residential trip in Wales

chardonm - I know - I was selfish then as a small child

I have several :

1. Getting an E in my a Home Ec GCSE (Circa 1996) because it turned out the teacher had failed to submit everyone’s coursework on time. I was predicted a B and no one at the school bothered to let us know what had happened until the day of our results.

1. In 1999 I took my British Horse Society Stage 3 Care Exam. I aced every section of the exam (the chief examiner told me so) - but one of the assessors decided to give me an automatic fail (which means you fail the entire exam by default) because I didn’t do up the chin strap on my hat. I’m still pissed off about it now.