What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

There are some reallt scummy kids on this thread.

I know I could be mid-remembering but I genuinely didn’t do or say anything nasty to anyone as a child, from the age of 4 onwards where my memories start. Are some kids just twats?

@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.

Yes - The number of teachers who insisted that only blue-eyed blonde-haired girls could play Mary, because that's what Mary looked like.

SHE WAS A MIDDLE-EASTERN GIRL, YOU STUPID PEOPLE!

THINK ABOUT IT - WHAT COLOUR SKIN/ HAIR/ EYES DO MIDDLE-EASTERN GIRLS HAVE?

Some people are just tossers. There's as much common sense in their genes as their is blue-eyed blondness in the genes of people from the ME.

@Pepperwort

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.

This: salty means bitter about something.

Except when it's applied to language, when it means sweary.

@LadyLindaT

On a banal note, when I was a teenager, my mother accused me of wetting the bed, and was absolutely vile to me about it, as I was some sort of drunk, or something. It turned out that it was actually a leaking hot water bottle, but she never apologised. Heigh-ho. Injustice really hurts, but especially when it's the people that you thought cared about you. Lessons that you learn, I do suppose...

Lack of apology really pees me off.

I got an absolute hammering from my mother for something I didn't do when I was about 8. The truth came out a day or so later. I remembering saying "You smacked me for that and I didn't do it"

Did I get an apology? Did I heck as like! I got - "Well, it'll for the next time."

And just for the record - it didn't "do for the next time." The next time I did something she didn't like I got a good hiding for that as well.

*Lack of apology really pees me off.

I got an absolute hammering from my mother for something I didn't do when I was about 8. The truth came out a day or so later. I remembering saying "You smacked me for that and I didn't do it"

Did I get an apology? Did I heck as like! I got - "Well, it'll for the next time."

And just for the record - it didn't "do for the next time." The next time I did something she didn't like I got a good hiding for that as well*

My parents were like this: "Well, I'm sure you've done something we don't know about so that's for that". Thanks, Dad.

BetsyBigNose - They're free to have their own rules if they wish, and if they don't allow divorced people to participate, that's their look-out; but YOU were not divorced, you were a child. How far do they take it - your GGGGGGGGGP was a slaver or committed a murder, so that's you an outcast for life?

They obviously had Luke 17:2 mysteriously missing from their Bibles - they are an utter disgrace.

I got to play Mary once (not blonde) but it was a non-speaking role which the headmaster selected me for in an attempt to 'get me out of my shell.' Which was ironic given that for every other bloody production / assembly / literally anything for four years, I was always always always the narrator. I fucking hated being the fucking narrator. Having to stand up in front of everyone and read out some boring text. Never getting a costume. Hated it. But I was one of the very few 'nicely spoken' children in my south London primary so it was always me and/or this one boy. Meanwhile I was getting bullied daily for being 'posh' and nobody at the school seemed to notice or care. The irony.

Are some kids just twats?

Plenty of adults are - and they all started off as kids....

A Level drama. I loved it, took it very seriously. One notorious bitch in the year group took drama as the ‘easy option’, had zero interest in doing any work and just wanted to piss around and flirt with the boys in the class.
She never bothered to learn the lines so in our practical exam said a line from a totally different part of the play which meant we all had to follow, resulting in us missing out most of the storyline!!
I was FUMING and still am to this day

@WeBuiltThisBuffetOnSausageRoll

BetsyBigNose - They're free to have their own rules if they wish, and if they don't allow divorced people to participate, that's their look-out; but YOU were not divorced, you were a child. How far do they take it - your GGGGGGGGGP was a slaver or committed a murder, so that's you an outcast for life?

They obviously had Luke 17:2 mysteriously missing from their Bibles - they are an utter disgrace.

Unfortunately this is (or was at least) all too common. I remember a friend's son being told at the age of about 6-7 that he couldn't take communion because he was illegitimate.

He wasn't of course, as his parents were (and still are) married. However his mother had been divorced from her first husband, so in the eyes of the Catholic church her second marriage didn't exist.

I started reading this thread expecting it to be lighthearted and full of childhood angst - the "he said/she said" sort of thing. Now I'm at the end and totally aghast at the spite shown to some posters from people like teachers who should have nurtured children in their care! And the parents too. I truly hope that these people get/got their comeuppance in the end and that the posters that the events happened to find peace -somehow.

Another school one from me:

I went to a small state run girls secondary school (mid 90s), when I was 14 the local council decided to merge us with the local state run boys school to save costs. Awful decision - the girls school was housed in a beautiful 1930s red brick building (and vastly outperformed the boys school in exam results), but the council decided to move us to the boys site which was an awful 1970s-built comprehensive.

Most of the girls school teachers left in disgust so we were stuck with a lot of the old boys school teachers who were part of the problem in the boys underperforming. Don’t get me wrong, some of the teachers were great (I still fondly remember my science teacher Mr McCalmont) but many were utterly awful.

One of the worst teachers was our English teacher (Name escapes me). He had a reputation when we arrived with several boys telling us stories about him throwing things at the kids in his class. Anyway, he really resented us girls being there and for the most part tried to ignore us. When getting ready for our GCSE’s a handful of us were chosen (by the head of a English, not our teacher I hasten to add) to sit our English Lit and Language in Year 10 (a year early). When we handed in our coursework bastard teacher graded my work as a C.

As luck would have it the school had a surprise OFSTED inspection a few weeks later and some of us had our work put forward for the inspectors to look over. One of the inspectors read my coursework and took it to the Head of English and said it had been undermarked and should be regraded and submitted as a B.

I sat the exams as planned and got a B in both Lit and Language - never a word of congratulations from the teacher.

The thing that really gets me though is that when we got our list of predicted GCSE results he still bloody graded me as a C even though I’d already earned a B the year before 🤬🤬🤬

Day after our wedding went back to the venue to collect our decorations and cake... a guest had taken the cake home to share with his family.
I spent HOURS making my own wedding cake and wanted it for breakfast!

I loved dancing as a child and was just as good ( if not better than most of the girls in my class).
There was a dance festival coming up. We had all prepared and learned the country dances and I'd enjoyed every second.
I didn't get picked to go to the festival. Out 30 places I was one of the 4 children left behind.
I was a polite, well- behaved child who learnt them dances and put my heart and soul into it and the only reason I can think of for not being picked was because I wasn't the prettiest child and I was overweight and wouldn't 'look' good representing the school.

I worked really hard for my GCSEs - I wasn't the brightest but boy did I put the hours in. It was the year they introduced As - before that, the top grade you could get was an A. Anyway, I got my results - I got 9As! I was so chuffed! And I was so excited to think that I was going to get a prize at school. Well, you guessed it, there were other children who got a few As - along with some Bs and Cs and they got all the prizes. I was so gutted!

Princess Diana was opening our new shopping centre and all my friends were going, my mum wouldn't let me go because she didn't agree with me having a day off school... Only me and 2 nerdy kids were in school that day I was devastated!

Ohhh I've got another one.
I had family visiting from Australia and the whole family decided to go to Thorpe Park or Alton Towers mid week.
My parents said that because it was a school day we weren't going to go. Queue my little brother kicking off massively over it.
We didn't go, a few of my cousins text me asking where we were. Turns out our parents had been planning on taking us along, but because my little brother kicked off, we both got punished. I guess mum and dad do too because they didn't get the day out either.

@badconnection

I will never forget, when I was in nursery class at primary school, so 4 or 5 years old, i took a soft toy bear i had into nursery with me one day - it was white and blue and had little stars all over it and played a song when you squeezed it, it was great. I had been playing with it and I presume the teacher had put it to one side as it wasn't a classroom toy. Come pick up time, my mum comes into the classroom to get me and i am trying to find my bear. Out of the windows I see this bitch Netty (also 4 or 5) walking away with MY bear!!!! I tried to explain and it seems so clear what had happened , she stole my bear, but I guess in my 4 or 5 year old body I couldn't express correctly what was happening, nobody seemed to care and I never saw my bear again.

I met someone on a course called Netty, we got chatting and she seemed nice so invited her to my place for lunch before the afternoon session the next day. We had been given one leaflet with details of where to go. When the time came to leave I searched everywhere for the leaflet which I knew had been in front of me all the time. In the end I had to phone for the address before we could leave.

As part of the course we sat with some informative handouts but were asked not to take them because there were only a few to share. Our group 'lost' ours.

I had offered Netty a bed for the night as it was a long journey and she had a disability, back at my place she got the leaflets out of her bag and said 'Oh I shouldn't have taken these'.

After she had gone home I found a few things had gone missing from my bedroom, I had slept on the sofa cushions so she could be comfortable. Labels for clothing that needed to be returned intact so I could get a refund. She cost me a lot of money and I never spoke to her again.

Wonder if it is the same Netty, I have only ever met one ... and I can never let that go either.

@CarolVordermansArse
Wouldn't put it past her!

Another pub quiz related one and obviously not one that burdens my very soul, but we used to do the quiz every week where, for a team name, you had to make up the best 'headline' based on the news story chosen and announced by the quizmaster - invariably one of the more frivolous ones from the Sun or Star - and the wittiest one won quite a nice prize.

One week, there was a story about some naughty young British tourists in Greece who had been shockingly (to us) handed a 15-month prison sentence for mooning in public, which apparently is common and considered quite a serious issue in that country.

This was getting on for a decade ago, but I can still remember the headline I came up with, of which I was very proud at the time still am and will always be : "Greek Beaks Give 65 Weeks For A Peek Of The Cheeks!"

The problem was that the judge was always the regular barmaid for that evening's shift, who was lovely but not the shiniest penny in the purse, so if anything went over her head and didn't make sense to her, she just disregarded it and chose a bland one for the winner. Another team called themselves the obvious and highly unoriginal "It's All Greek To Me!" - which was a phrase the barmaid had heard of before - and they walked away with the prize. I think that was the actual headline used in the source article, so predictable it was.

Pearls before swine, I tell ye

When i was about 12 i was out in the street playing & found a £20 note, this was 30 years ago so you can imagine how happy i was! I planned to blow the lot on lego, but when i ran excitedly to my dad & stepmum they both insisted i share it with my two younger sisters, i was disappointed but agreed, but wasn't allowed lego, was told I had to use it for a take out I didn't argue as decided it would be nice to share my good fortune

Couple of months later the elder of my younger sisters was playing in the street and also found a £20 note! Did my dad and stepmum make her share it?? Did they fuck! She was taken to toys r us by my dad to blow the lot on crap which ended up being broken within a few weeks

Never being able to get a pen or a little sign for my room or a cup or necklace with my name on.
My name was old fashioned and a bit unusual in the 70s (popular now though) and all personalised gifts for girls seemed to be for Sarahs and Julies and Michelles etc.
I could buy myself a room sign with my name now (at 52).

@WeBuiltThisBuffetOnSausageRoll

Are some kids just twats?

Plenty of adults are - and they all started off as kids....

This- the nasty kids grow up to be the nasty adults.

@recklessruby yes! Me too. I have a foreign name (that’s not foreign anymore) and used to long for a key chain with my name on it! Now when I see them in Thorpe Park, I laugh at how naff they are

@SharonasCorona it was particularly annoying when my little sister could get anything as her name is Lisa.
She had a particularly sparkly name necklace and I wanted one