What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

@mothertoteens

I broke my foot at school when I was about 10. Nobody believed me until the next day, by which point I was in absolute agony. No permanent damage done but I'm still annoyed.

Same thing happened to me, only it was my fingers. Handstands were all the range at the time and I was doing one, when someone kicked a football towards my face. I panicked and flipped over to avoid getting hit and landed awkwardly, bending my fingers backwards then sideways in the process. At first it kind of went numb and then the pain kicked in. I was 9 at the time so pretty much howled from it. The teachers were like oh it's nothing you'll be fine. Made me do PE that day too and catch a ball only using my poorly hand. I'd wrapped some paper towels round my fingers and hand and the teachers told my Dad that it was the dye off the towels making my hand look like it was bruised, my hand was fine and I should stop being so silly. Went home and my Mum sent me straight to hospital, 2 X-rays later, yes it was definitely broken and within a few more hours the bruising had fully come out. Even now 26 years later I still have trouble bending that finger and suffer in winter with it

@LadyofTheManners

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Someone obviously doesn’t like it

The time I painted a lovely picture of a snowman for my dad. I brought it home to show him and he said "ohh what a lovely picture of a duck". I cried my lamps out 😂 I'll admit I did smudge the carrot nose and it did look more like a beak.

Someone obviously doesn’t like it

I saw it (thanks, Lady), and I didn't notice anything untoward at all. It's very frustrating when your post is deleted and the 'explanation' is nothing but a generic list of what is and what isn't allowed, and you're left having to try to work out what might have caused offence.

I think, if anything, the (presumably) offending factor is actually not the main point here, but the alleged/perceived/proven threats and the blackmail. If the parents had approached the school earlier on and expressed to them what a positive message it would portray if they ensured that children from across a diverse range all got a chance - girls AND boys, rich AND poor kids, sporty AND studious kids, popular AND quieter/shyer kids - that would have been a much better way of doing things.

Of course, it still wouldn't help OP. Just because you fit firmly into the category that has been arguably over-represented and are thus passed over based on that alone hardly makes it seem fair when it means that you personally are instantly excluded, having never had the opportunity yourself. That's a different matter, though - life isn't fair, assuming that everything is otherwise all above board.

As a child, I was out at the shops just before Christmas with my DM, aunt and cousin and we were in a fantastic shop with a huge choice and very cheap prices (Ford's, 'The Family Store', for any East Midlanders out there who might remember it). I found the most beautiful rabbit teddy and instantly fell in love with it - it was special and different from your everyday similar ones and and they only had one - and I begged my DM for it, but she told me I already had enough teddies. At that age, I couldn't properly get it across to her how much I loved that one specifically - really was so beautiful - so I didn't get it.

Looking back, I realise that my DPs had a lot of money concerns, through no fault of their own whatsoever, so it might well have been the case that my DM simply did not have a spare £2 for it. I've never held it against her or been especially salty - just sad at the situation to the extent that I still remember it all of these decades later.

It didn't help that my cousin got this nasty, hideous plastic Santa thing that jigged and sang like something out of a Stephen King film. He wasn't bothered about it at all but my aunt quite liked it for some reason and so bought it 'for him' and as a new fixture of their family Christmases. I'm guessing it will have eventually caused family fights, with the loser having to take it and have it at their house!!

Such a vile, shameful piece of tat and a lot more expensive than 'my' beautiful rabbit friend whom I would have loved dearly to this day

Of course, it still wouldn't help OP.

Sorry, of course I meant Lady - not the OP of this whole thread.

@Sparklybanana

I entered high jump at school sports day even though id never really done it. I practiced the night before by jumping on my parents bed. I won! I was expecting to go to county games as that's what happened to winners but I was never invited. I asked why and was told that the girl who went to practice was going. I beat her with no practice and she still got to go? Wtf? Still salty.

Yes! A kindred spirit!

I was an incredibly tiny child ( didn't start puberty till 15 ) but I could jump and was on the gymnastics team (so fairly sporty).

In the last year of Junior school ( so 10 years old) we competed against other schools in athletics and I tried out for the high jump.

The bar was raised until there were only two of us left, I cleared it and 5ft well-developed girl knocked it down. I knew I could go higher but was not given the chance and so just assumed I had it in the bag. When the team was picked, all the tall girls who had started puberty already were chosen for the high jump. I didn't make the team.

Still boils my piss to this day.

Several and possibly outing myself here.
My brother is 3 years older and we have never been close, we are NC now for various reasons. In my first year at secondary school, sat on the bus waiting to go home, he was in a fight with an older kid upstairs and I was scared because he was getting beaten up so told the bus driver. They were both thrown off and banned for a week. He's never let me forget it but at the time, I was scared for him and it hurt because he never had my back or stuck up for me the way I did for him and the way I thought a big brother would.
The others involve my late mother and are for not getting me certain toys for Christmas (naming the toy is and reason is quite outing) and for throwing away a grotty plastic mug I had for years without telling me. I reminded her of it all the time right up I til she died 6 years ago, it was our thing

@WeBuiltThisBuffetOnSausageRoll

Someone obviously doesn’t like it

I saw it (thanks, Lady), and I didn't notice anything untoward at all. It's very frustrating when your post is deleted and the 'explanation' is nothing but a generic list of what is and what isn't allowed, and you're left having to try to work out what might have caused offence.

I think, if anything, the (presumably) offending factor is actually not the main point here, but the alleged/perceived/proven threats and the blackmail. If the parents had approached the school earlier on and expressed to them what a positive message it would portray if they ensured that children from across a diverse range all got a chance - girls AND boys, rich AND poor kids, sporty AND studious kids, popular AND quieter/shyer kids - that would have been a much better way of doing things.

Of course, it still wouldn't help OP. Just because you fit firmly into the category that has been arguably over-represented and are thus passed over based on that alone hardly makes it seem fair when it means that you personally are instantly excluded, having never had the opportunity yourself. That's a different matter, though - life isn't fair, assuming that everything is otherwise all above board.

Oh I knew life wasn't fair. I had a horrific home life and left home as soon as humanly possible, giving up my A'level studies and at point sleeping rough because it was preferable. The teachers knew my situation and reported it before I left home but not much was done. I asked for a review many years later and was told my parents"didn't fit the profile" of abusers because they were married and not wearing tracksuits and my dad had a job. Which looking back is ridiculous. In the original post I also said how a well off girl was given parts in two years worth of plays by the head, who overruled the ladies running the plays who were music teachers, simply because her father gave them lots of cash for things.

So I was a not very well off kid who was mercilessly bullied but who, regardless was always polite to teachers, did my homework and had a very good record despite concerns of abuse at home. Yet one word of threat from someone else's parent and the position I won fair and square was taken from me.
In the scheme of my life right then I felt like no matter how hard I tried, no matter what I went through, someone was always going to come along and beat me down regardless.
When I didn't win it, my mum had great fun saying how I failed and now I bet you wish you hadn't of put yourself up for bullying. She laughed in my face.
I have children now and I would be very different. I would stand up for my child and demand to know why on earth they bowed down to blackmail.

But I bet now the thought police who have it in for me will get this removed
Well done @MNHQ for allowing someone to bully me and for reigniting how they made me feel years ago.
So much for empowering women.

When I was about 14 I won 2 different competitions just before Christmas, but the prizes were very similar
Comp 1 - 2 tickets to a football match
Comp 2 - 1 ticket and next year calendar

The calendar from comp 2 was presented to winners before kick off.

I gave the tickets from comp 2 to my mum & best friend.
On the way to the match my mum decided she needed something from a supermarket , we got caught up in Christmas and football traffic and I was too late to go on the pitch.

I don't know why she couldn't have gone after the match

@BadlydoneHelen

I was thinking that I didn't have anything to contribute but then remembered that at my Catholic primary school all the blonde girls except me were angels in the Nativity but I wasn't because "angels don't wear glasses"

I feel sorry for all the non-blonde children!

1 from childhood and 1 from an old job.

From high school. I was one of the last teenagers in my high school school to get a mobile phone. For the first 2 years if my bus didn't turn up I had to use the phone card and the phone box on the other side of the road. Finally year 9 came and I was allowed a mobile phone.
The injustice was my younger sister who had just started high school was also getting a mobile at the same time. So I had to wait for 2 years and got laughed at by others whilst she was one of the cool kids in her year who had a phone first.
It was the same with other things like shaving my legs (I had to endure bullying as I had dark leg hair but she got to shave at the same time as me), getting my own computer to do work instead of sharing my dads, getting my ears pierced etc.

From work. I managed to get a secondment into another team. Loved working in that team. I was classed as a lower grade than the rest of the team. When one of the higher grade team members went on mat leave, I was trained in her role.
Eventually a higher grade position became available so I applied for it. Got passed over for someone else from a different team who was also the same grade as me. So I had to train her how to do parts of her job and continue to do other parts of the maternity leave cover whilst getting paid a lower salary.
A year later another position became available so I applied again. And again I got passed over for someone else who was the same grade as me. I then had to train him on a task that I had developed all on my own so he could take over the task. He messed it up within a few months and I had to fix it.
Eventually they decided to move some of the roles to a different office so there were redundancies. My role was being moved so I was being made redundant, but before I left I had to train the people in the other office my role remotely. I was so frustrated as the rest of my team who were higher grades were staying.
They did offer me another role in another team, saying they didn't want to see me go. Turned out it was so they could get me to continue doing some of my old job and helping out the new people I had trained to do the rest of my job. I didn't accept the new job and was happy to see them struggle when I left (I heard stories from friends who had remained). Serves them right for passing me over for promotion twice.

When I was about ten l went on a residential weekend with our church group. As a treat for going away my mum bought me a fluffy hair bobble like Britney Spears had in the hit me baby one more time video 😂

I loved it and wore it all weekend until the final morning when we where getting ready to go to the local Sunday church service another girl, who was a known drama queen had a complete tantrum and refused to go unless she got to wear my bobble. I refused the leader pulled it out of my hair and gave it to the other girl just to make her stop carrying on so we could get to the church on time.

After the church service instead of giving me it back the drama queen took it out threw it in a puddle and stood on it completely ruining it. When I complained to the leader she said it was my own fault for being selfish

I have a clear memory of being a young child, visiting my grandmother, aunt and uncle and two male cousins for Christmas with my parents and brother. Despite not being the youngest of the four cousins, I was made to sit in the one and only high chair at the dinner table whilst my younger cousin got to sit in a normal chair. I screamed and screamed at the injustice of having to sit in the high chair despite not being the youngest and have never forgotten it. Maybe it made sense if i was the smallest but I knew I didn't use a highchair at home by that age and even now it seems like a pointless battle. My aunt and uncle provided this highchair and maybe my parents felt obliged but I felt so betrayed by my parents in front of other people that we only saw a couple of times a year and made to feel like the baby whilst my smug, younger cousin enjoyed his dinner in an adult chair. I'm nearly 40 and the memory is still clear as day to me but my mother doesn't remember at all!

Much like the well hung santa story, some fucking dickhead in my gcse CDT class stole ny metal bottle opener and I was left with his shit one. Teacher wouldn't do anything about it 😒

I quit flute lessons because my teacher had a go at me for not practicing the one week I actually had every bloody night! My mum wrote a steaming letter to the head of department and he read it out loud in front of my flute teacher. Both called me a liar.

@WindsorBlues bloody hell that teacher!

A student teacher when I was in year 5, insisted that a baby kangaroo was called a ‘roo’. I was having a polite disagreement with a classmate and decided the teacher would know it was a Joey.
The teacher confirmed a baby kangaroo was a Roo and I learned an important lesson that day about teachers actually not being the all knowing omnipotent creatures I’d thought they were.
I’m still angry for my younger self. The smug look on the classmate’s face

@LovelyWeekAway

Never ever getting a Mr Frosty

If it's any consultation I got one and It didn't work, the red lever thing wouldn't turn and when my mum tried it just broke off. Most disappointing gift ever.

The first toy I chose for myself was a red metal train that I could sit on and ride. It was vintage then, in the 70s. Probably a relic from the 50s but I loved it.
When I outgrew it, my mum kept it in the loft, and in years to come, my own children played on it. When they outgrew it, she gave it to the charity shop. She didn’t think to ask if I wanted it. 40 years of history just ditched.
XH found me a replacement on eBay but it was never the same. The stickers weren’t quite right and hit wasnt the one I’d dragged out from under the counter when I was two.

My DSis and I would compete after every Easter, to see who could be the last one to finish their chocolate eggs, so it was unsurprising that a week later, we each had 3 Easter eggs in a little display on top of a bookcase in our bedroom.

That day, my DM came into the room with a can of fly spray, insisting that she had seen a couple of flies in the room earlier and wanted to get rid of them. She proceeded to liberally spray the area around the window, directly above our collection of Easter eggs.

"Oh dear!" she announced. "I've just covered these Easter eggs with fly spray, I'm so sorry, you can't eat them now... I just didn't think!"

Our 6 and 8 year old selves were disappointed, but didn't fancy eating poisoned chocolate, so let our DM remove them.

It wasn't until several years later that I had a sudden, dawning revelation - the Easter eggs had all still been in their silver or purple tinfoil and still inside the cardboard boxes with the plastic fronts that they came in!

My DM is still a massive chocoholic, and I've never remembered to bring this up with her. However, we are having dinner with her tomorrow night, so I think the time has come - some 30-odd years later - to confront her about this huge injustice!

I went to a Catholic Primary school and in Year 1, children are invited to prepare for and take their First Holy Communion. This involved an hour and a half, every Tuesday afternoon studying with the local Priest.

When it came to the first session, the Teacher asked, "All children please come and line up at the door - except you Betsy, you just stay in your seat for me."

I was a bit bewildered but did as I was told. Once the rest of the class had filed out to meet with the Priest, my Teacher came and knelt down next to me and said; "I'm very sorry Betsy, but the Priest has only just told me that unfortunately, you won't be able to make your First Holy Communion. I'll have a chat with Mummy when she picks you up this afternoon."

It turned out that I, a 6-year-old child, was banned by the Roman Catholic Church from making my First Holy Communion because my parents were divorced. Seriously.

There were several other children in the class who lived in single parent families and one girl didn't even know who her Dad was, but because my parents had gone through the act of divorcing, I was outcast.

By the time my sister was in year 1, the Diocese had had a change of Bishop and the Parish had a new - and much more forward-thinking - Priest. I, however, have since joined the Church of England!

@Soubriquet you must be my sister , as I was reading these I was thinking of your pram story , did your mother also give this little witch your bridesmaids dress

That's awful BetsyBigNose

As for all the horror stories about teachers, I'm saving the link to this thread for when I come across a thread where someone says why are you having a go at teachers? They work hard and are fluffy. Have a gander at this - especially the PP who realised she couldn't trust adults after she trusted a teacher to tell the truth when the other teacher wrongfully bollocked a child.

I also wondered why teachers feature so prominently in this. Just goes to show importance of good teachers given their impact on young minds.