What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

When I was about 8 or 9 I was blamed for loo paper stuck on the ceiling of the girls loos at school. I didn't do it but I was blamed for it and they did not believe me

I had saved my pocket money to buy some sweets from the tuck shop at Brownies. They had strawberry laces which were my favourite. I loved plaiting them together.

When I got home, my dad said he could make a special plait if I gave him four laces instead of three. I was so excited.

He ate the fourth lace and laughed. I have never forgotten it.

Two school ones, like so many others.

Aged about 10, I was in the school choir and could hold a tune. We were being called forward to try out for a solo on the school nativity, and when it was my turn the teacher told me to start at a particular line in the carol - but started playing the tune a bar before that line started. I sang as instructed but was completely at odds with the music. She literally shouted over me "NEXT!" I could've cried but didn't dare stand up to her and point out that she'd started me off at the wrong place.

Age 11, in woodwork we had to design a pen/pencil holder. My Dad - who didn't live with us, he and mum separated when I was born - was a structural engineer and did technical drawings, so I knew what they should look like. I spent ages carefully setting it out with all the right measurements etc - it was beautiful and perfect, even if I say so myself.

The teacher glanced at it and said "Oooh, look who got their Dad to do it for them."

I was furious at the double injustice - I bloody did that by myself and I didn't even have a dad at home. I only saw him once a fortnight.

I was never allowed a mr frosty - I could buy myself one now of course but it’s not the same!

My work was always really scruffy and I was always being told to use a ruler to underline etc. Fair enough. Until the time in first year juniors, I used a ruler to underline and got told off for not using one. The reason the line was so bumpy was because the pissing school rulers were old and crap and had loads of chips and notches out of them. Thanks Mrs K.

That and when I did a beautiful picture which my mum hung on the wall and then my brother wrote his name across it. Bastard.

From the age of 16 till 20 (when I moved out) my mum took dig money off me, and I was made to take part time jobs while studying. All fine I didn't mind working but my brother is 24 this year and has never paid a penny dig money (still lives at home, my mum moved out last year though, so just lives with my dad) That really pisses me off.
Also when I was younger my mum refused to buy me kinder eggs. They were to expensive apparently. Had no trouble buying them for my brother when he came along though.

Two things:

1. I was never allowed a Cadbury slot machine
2. Much more recent - my DS has dyspraxia and dyslexia and struggled in the early years at school. School sports day when he was in year 1 he managed to win a race somehow. I can still remember the laughing announcement by the head through the loudhailer. I was so angry and still am today. This is good therapy for me.

Year 7 camping trip - dm sent me with a suitcase, she said all the kids would have suitcases (we were not a camping family!). Everyone else had rucksacks, of course. Even the teachers were giving me side eye

Snap @TheGlitterFairy

We had a 'decorate an egg' competition at school - I am artistic and mine was superb. I won. HOWEVER some little bitch had swapped the name labels around so her name was called out. There was a hoo-ha and all my friends said that it was mine. What did the teachers do? THEY MADE ME SHARE THE BOX OF CHOCOLATES WITH THE LITTLE BITCH!!!!!
I was about 8. I am now in my 60s and it STILL rankles!

@SunshineAndButtercups I was blamed for the same thing when I was 5. The teachers were so certain it was me that I was very confused and started to think it must have been. I suspect my 'best friend' at the time, who was actually a nasty piece of work, had done it then told the teacher it was me.

The fact that my husband does all the work that pays all the bills for the business yet he is the only one of the four who doesn’t have a penny to his name. Both BILs and SIL have property, as do MIL/FIL. They all get their bills paid (so do we to an extent but not the same extent that they do) and lead a lovely cushy life having to do no work to afford their lifestyles yet if my husband was to turn round and tell them to do one he would be the one left homeless, jobless and penniless whilst the rest of them would have everything they’ve already got and see absolutely no change

When I was about 15-16, i was at a (very old) friend's house and her mum and Aunt then spent about 2 hours telling me what a horrible little kid i was.
And how much my mum was to blame for my bad behaviour, etc.

I mean...who does that??

When I applied for an MOD job in the 70s there was a question on the form ‘were any of your grandparents communist?’. My father told me his long-deceased father was. It’s more likely on the evidence that he was a raging Tory.

@Janaih same here, mum's can be bizarre

Reception was a whole pit of bitterness.

Only children whose birthdays were allowed parts in the nativity. My birthday is in the spring so I had to be an angel. It felt unjust. Then the angel costume they found for me they decided I was too fat to fit into so my mum had to make me one.

Then later that year I was cast as Mother Pig in a class production of The Three Pigs. It was one of my proudest moments. Unfortunately I had to go into hospital to have my tonsils taken out and because I then needed to be off school for two weeks they took the part off me. I was back by the time the play was performed and I had to watch someone doing my part. A completely unavoidable situation but I’m still annoyed 36 years later.

@NoParticularPattern

The fact that my husband does all the work that pays all the bills for the business yet he is the only one of the four who doesn’t have a penny to his name. Both BILs and SIL have property, as do MIL/FIL. They all get their bills paid (so do we to an extent but not the same extent that they do) and lead a lovely cushy life having to do no work to afford their lifestyles yet if my husband was to turn round and tell them to do one he would be the one left homeless, jobless and penniless whilst the rest of them would have everything they’ve already got and see absolutely no change

How does that work if your husband is employed by the business? Sorry, slightly off point I know.

I've just thought of something else.

A girl i was at secondary school with told one of our teachers that i had said a boy had attempted to sexually assault me.

I had said no such thing.

Then 10 minutes before my French GCSE exam, my French teacher came over to me and said (in a grave tone of voice) that she wanted to speak to me afterwards.

I knew nothing about the other girl's awful lies, so I asked the teacher 'what about Sister?'
And she said 'oh I think you know' and wandered off.

Just the sword of Damocles you want hanging over your head before an exam.

I had the original 1985 next directory , first one they EVER did. Cherished it for years as it was a classic. Until exhb chopped it up for his work. Moron.

In Year 4, we were told we were going to have a treat one afternoon, lots of secrecy, lots of build up... and the treat was to watch Toy Story 2. I wasn't (still aren't) a big film watcher anyway, and my brother was obsessed with Toy Story 2 at that time, and I'd already seen it twice that week!

So I asked my teacher if I could bring a book to read, sat near the door where there was a little bit of light. She said no. I sat through half an hour of the film... and then went and got my book. My teacher caught me, and made me lose 5 minutes of golden time the next day.

When we lost golden time, we had to go and sit in the hall for however many minutes we were missing, and then we could go back to our classroom for the rest of our golden time. I sat there for my five minutes... and then another five minutes, because they forgot about me!

I know I technically shouldn't've gone and got the book when the teacher said no, but to this day it still feels injust - why couldn't I read a book; it wasn't hurting anyone! Also, I think my main issue was the film being presented as a treat - it definitely wasn't a treat for me!

I now work in a school, and whenever a film is shown as a "treat" I always campaign for other options for the children for whom films are not treats - even if it's just being allowed to bring a book or some colouring into the film.

Making burgers from scratch in HE at high school, one of the rare classes where we got to eat what we'd cooked before the end of class.

The teacher used my grill to demonstrate to the class how to attach the handle. We then all put our burgers on the grill pan to cook. I went to take mine out to flip it over and the handle fell off, the grill pan clattered to the floor and my burger fell to bits in a horrible splat.

The teacher then told me I should have attached the handle properly and I was left with a roll and chopped raw onions to eat instead of the lovely burgers everyone else got.

In primary school a girl called Emily bullied me something rotten. She made my life a misery for a year. One day I upset her (I think, all I remember is her crying to the teacher about me but I'm not even sure I did anything!) and I was seriously told off and told to stop being a bully!

@zukiecat

That my mother threw out my beloved home made soft toy called Orangey.

I adored that wee toy, he came everywhere with me, came home from school one day aged around 12/13 and she'd thrown him out, saying I was too old.

Never forgiven her!

This resonates with me!

I had a small pink teddy bear (and it had a little stumpy TAIL) which was the only one of my soft toys I'd managed to prevent from being appropriated by my mother for my younger siblings.

I loved that bear. I LOVED her.

I came home from school one day and she was gone from my bed. When I asked, my mother had thrown her out "because she was filthy" and anyway I should "be past that sort of rubbish at my age".

a) she wasn't filthy

b) if she was, I could have washed her

c) you are never too old to love a soft toy

Fifty years later and it still brings tears to my eyes to remember this.

Oh, crikey!

When I was 4, my older sister threw my teddy bear out of the window. That wouldn't have been so bad except we were in a moving car on the M5 and I never got to see Dr Wayne Patches (don't ask) again.

At secondary school, I entered a writing competition three years running and lost to much worse entries. After the third attempt, when I casually mentioned it to the head of English, I was told
"Well your entries were excellent, but you don't really expect me to believe you wrote them, do you?"
I was a good student, English was my best subject by far and she'd even seen some of my classwork which was of the same standard. But no, obviously no teenager is capable of anything more than text speak.

@DeliciousBass

Painful flashbacks! My mum made me wear flouncy party dresses til I was 10, when all the other girls were in hipsters and sparkly halter tops. Oh God, the Cringe...