What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

I was on the children's program Screen Test in the early 80's. We videotaped it, and my mum lent it to a friend to watch, her daughter taped Neighbours over 20, of the 22 minutes of my moment of stardom...

@WashedUpDriedOut

That my mother didn't speak to us in her mother tongue when we were children. I could have been bilingual.

I really don't understand why she didn't do that and yet she slags off the English and their poor foreign language skills.

Why don't you take as some lessons now. Nothing like the present. 😉

Made a lovely little clay pot in reception and the next day we were allowed to paint them.
Mine was rainbow stripes.
When it was time to take them home, it was discovered that another girl with the same name had painted my pot. So the teachers decided the best thing to do was give me the pot that I had made but the other girl had painted. Instead of my beautiful rainbow stripes I’ve got a red pot with blue spots that still sits on my window sill over 30 years later.

When I was about 7 I was in the class of a very scary teacher known for her strictness. We had a student training teacher assisting one term who was much nicer and warmer.
It was shortly before Xmas and we were doing worksheets, you were allowed to move onto making xmas cards once you’d got permission and your sheet was checked.

I finished my worksheet while scary teacher had popped out of the classroom, so I asked Student teacher if I could move onto cards. She checked my work and said yes.

Sometime later strict teacher came back and asked me why I had moved onto the cards without asking her. I tried to explain that student teacher had allowed me to but she started having a go. I looked at student teacher for help thinking she’d explain, but she looked away! And I got a big bollocking in front of the class for doing things without checking while she stood in silence.

It was the first time I’d been betrayed by an adult who until then I always assumed would look out for me.

After break time scary teacher made a big fuss of me and helped me make my card so I reckon student teacher must’ve owned up during break. Bit late.

Even though it was years and years ago I’m still bitter that the student teacher threw me under the bus. I hoped she grew a backbone if she stayed in teaching.

@Beautyoftheirdreams

That I begged, lobbied and petitioned my parents to get my ears pierced. They eventually agreed I could have them done when I turned 13. That magical day finally arrived and they only went and let my sister who was 11 at the time get hers pierced on the same day. Fuming.

Exactly the same happened to me on my 8th birthday. I had been waiting for years, I saved up my birthday money. As soon as my 5 year old sister saw me getting mine done she burst in to tears, so my mum paid got my sisters' to be done. I'll never get over this!

Not getting the school prize for French. I was the best, not a shadow of a doubt. Everyone always copied my homework, ask me for the tricky answers, wanted to be in my group. They gave it to some B grade boy who I strongly suspect needed a boost for his UCAS application. It's not like I was one of those kids who would win all the prizes and ruin it for everyone - I was just bloody good at French and that was MY PRIZE.

When I was 6(?7) I had my most beloved doll in the paddling pool with me. My mum told me to leave it outside to dry. Woke up the next day to retrieve my doll as I’d been worried about her getting cold. She was gone! My mum said that she’d gone to live another family because she didn’t like getting wet (heartbroken and possibly the reason I was stupid in many relationships and did anything to let get them to work even when they were so so wrong). She refuses to acknowledge she was at fault for my missing doll and laughs about it. 28 years I’ve not forgotten! She owes me my doll back 😂

I was flying home from OU summer school many years ago and when I arrived at my seat on the plane, a man was sitting in it. It was the aisle seat. He smiled at me and asked if I minded if he sat there and gave some reason or other. He was very polite and, since it was only less than an hour's flight, I said no problem. There was a woman next to the window reading a newspaper who took no notice of the conversation and didn't even look up when I sat down. Fair enough. I sat in the middle seat and took out my book, happy enough. About 10 minutes after we took off, the man and woman proceeded to have a conversation over my head. They were a couple. If I had detected any evidence of this I would never have sat in between them. It was excruciating. But I stupidly sat there and pretended to read my book while they chatted away over my head. I regret to this day that I didn't speak up and ask for my seat back.

That i made a beautiful collage of a horse out of furry fabric for a school projecr. My mother redid it because mine wasnt good enough. I got into trouble because i didnt do it myself I was 6!!

@TheGlitterFairy

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

You missed nothing 8Glitter - they are crp!

I will never forgive my mum for sending me to the playgroup Christmas party (early 90s) in a taffeta turquoise dress when I didn't want to wear. Only to turn up to all the other kids in normal clothes

I went to a "disco" in a party dress when I was about 7. I spent the whole time waiting by the door so I could go home and get away from all the horrible comments from my schoolmates. They couldn't take the mick and then get on with the dancing, no they just had to carry on taking the mick for the entire 90 minutes or however long it was.

All the sandwiches were made at home & sent in. They were pooled and handed out randomly by Brown Owl

Something similar happened to my DH but worse. All the kids in his primary school class had to make a rat mask - I think for the Pied Piper of Hamelin. DH was and is quite creative and he made one he was quite proud of. But rather than the kids getting to keep the ones they'd made, they had a draw for the masks and he wasn't allowed to keep his own and got someone else's rubbish one.

That my parents told me my puppy went to live with someone else because i wasnt looking after him properly. He had parvovirus and died WTAF!!!

@CaptainCorellisPangolin

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.

Was Dr Patches a medical doctor or did he have a PhD?

I must know!

I had the complete puddle lane series of books and i loved reading. My mum gave them away at age 7 as apparently i was reading more difficult books. I was gutted as still read them and the price of them now.
Also i waited until age 13 to have my ears pierced, had to battle for it then my sister had them done for her 9th birthday

Mrs Porter the English teacher accused me of copying a poem I had written. She did this loudly and publicly in front of the whole class. I was a well behaved child and I'd spent ages writing that poem. The cow.

The one and only time I was allowed a friend round. She chopped all the heads off of my aliens. The ones In the goo. And I walked in on her trying to break my Polly pocket collection. I told my mum who instead of saying something to her pretended it didn't happen and said you see that's why we don't have people over... was never allowed another play date again

My sister and I were very well behaved children, so when we saw some naughty, older boys throw an ice cream at the front door of a lady in our street, we thought we should knock the door and tell her. We felt sorry for her because we’d seen her washing it that morning and we knew she was extremely house proud. She wasn’t always the nicest woman but we wanted to do the right thing. We told her and she started shouting at us for throwing the ice cream at her door. We explained that we hadn’t done it, but she was having none of it. Bizarrely, a local gossip then came out of a house nearby and said that she had seen my sister do it - a complete fabrication. They told us they were calling the police on us while we stood there crying.

Another one was when I was a little older. I was walking home from school with my best friends and another friend we were less close to (friend A). She was sometimes a bit immature and annoying but we hung around with her a lot and mostly got on with. Completely out of the blue, she decided to make a ‘joke’ about the colour of my friend’s skin, comparing it to dog shit, and saying that’s what we both really thought (friend was Indian - I’ll call her friend B). I stood there in shock and couldn’t believe she would say that or believe that I would laugh. I saw my friend’s eyes fill up with tears and angrily pushed friend A on the arm, told her to get lost, put my arm around my friend and walked off with her.

The next day, it turned out that friend A had gone running home to her mum and told her that I had hit her for no reason and was a bully. Friend A’s mum then called friend B’s mum and told her how horrible I was. Their families were both far more middle class than any of the others, so I think that’s why she chose to call friend B’s mum to discuss - she was a bit snooty and thought their daughters were above us. Friend B never said a word about why I had suddenly acted that way, so I was left out of things for the whole year by both families. The older sister of friend B and her best friend (who lived next door to friend A and was a family friend) followed me around and intimidated me for a while by shouting that I was a bully and asking how big I felt now. I didn’t think anybody would believe me so I never said a word and I think my friend didn’t know how to tell her family what had really happened.

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.

On the one hand you had this thing about everyone should win, but on the other hand, teachers allowed that nastiness to go on, when they could have just randomly allocated teams.

@Phbq

Mrs Porter the English teacher accused me of copying a poem I had written. She did this loudly and publicly in front of the whole class. I was a well behaved child and I'd spent ages writing that poem. The cow.

Why do so many teachers do this?

Especially when they already know the child and supposedly what they're capable of and their personality.

Would their quality of schoolwork just shoot up out of nowhere?
And would they suddenly start telling lies and being a bit of a brat?

@YorkshireTeaIsTheBest

My sister and I were both given hairbrushes with a mirror on. She broke hers and swapped it with mine.I swapped them back -she accused me of swapping them -my parents agreed and she got to keep mine.

On a train there was lots and lots of litter when I got on, so I sat in the aisle seat as the one next to the window was covered in litter. Happily sitting there. Lady gets on and points to the window seat and says "Are you seriously going to make me sit there! after you've done that " I scoot over and in the litter. Wish I had said "It's not my mess but if you want to sit there you are welcome" I spent the whole journey seething. I know who she was too as she got her MP documents out etc. I was only about 13.

I think that's a clear cut case of the need to name and shame.

And the other thing was one of my GCSE music teachers. One of our coursework assignments was to write a Christmas carol (melody, we could take the words from an existing one). She claimed I'd copied the melody too and when I sang the original melody to her which was very different to mine, she said I was talking rubbish and graded it an E as an adaptation rather than a composition. I don't know why I let it go actually, I should have told my parents. We did have another music teacher but she was often off with ill health during those years.

Hence why I had my doubts about teacher assessed grades for GCSE though for the larger subjects I think the school moderation would have dealt with those sorts of anomalies and personal issues.

That I would have won Kick the Can in Wales summer 1978 if Richard Lambert hadn’t rugby tackled me to stop me. Nobody ever won Kick the Can, I came so close.

All the year groups before us in primary school got to go to this week long residential camp in year 6. They stopped it when we got into year 6. I was most annoyed.

Mines a bit more recent.

The whole time DS2 was feeding constantly, weight dropping, no one thought to suggest tongue tie. It was all maybe you should move to the bottle, he’s clearly not getting enough from you. I knew of tongue tie but when you’re getting about 2 hours sleep a night it’s easy to forget these things!

Only when he was about 5 a friend who had trained as a breastfeeding counsellor checked his mouth and there it was. Now I don’t know if addressing this would have solved all the feeding issues but I’m sure it would have helped. He’s 11 and I still feel somehow robbed of getting that wonderful feeding experience.

I was desperate for a Barbie doll. My mother said that I was too old at the grand old age of seven.
I have never ever forgotten this