What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

Also, my step mother lying and telling my dad I had stolen money out of my little sister's money box, and smugly smiling at me when his back was turned when he wouldn't believe me. She then came back later and signed dramatically "now even more has gone missing", shaking her head at me. Dad believed that fucking bitch. I hated her after that.

When I was about 6, we each had to write a story about a magic tree. I basically did a knock-off of The Magic Faraway Tree by Enid Blyton. (I didn't have much idea of plagiarism at that age.) Anyway, I kept the names of several of the characters the same too, meaning there was a Dick and a Fanny in the story... Our teacher read a select few stories out to the class the next day, and these four horrible boys in the class were in hysterics as mine was read out, with repeated mentions of Dick and Fanny. I'd no idea why they were laughing, but I was painfully shy and sat there cringing on the carpet. That teacher was lovely but I do think it perhaps wasn't the best idea to read out my story or she could have perhaps told the boys to stop rolling about laughing...

Not getting the English Prize at school, when I got the highest mark in the country; the girl who was awarded the prize got a C but she was a kiss ass. I got an A but was not.

Music lesson in primary school.

Instruments handed out to everyone but they ran out when they came to me. Teacher said not to worry and that everyone will swap and then I can get a turn.

I never got a sodding turn and I was desperate to play the triangle

I wrote a poem for homework aged about 13 spent hours working on it only for the teacher to state that she had read it before and I had copied it from a book. Well she might have read one similar but not mine am still cross remembering it 50 years later. Perhaps I should be flattered.

Not being stand in when Mary was sick (nativity) but it being given to a girl not in choir (a prerequisite for Mary...apparently!) at the last second. Her mum worked for the school and was neighbours with the teacher.

Same girl being given a music prize at school when I did loads more and thought I was a dead cert.

We all had to make clock costumes (same primary) for a show. My sister was very arty and made an amazing large one, really sturdy and well finished. They took it for a prop and made me sing costumeless on the floor while everyone else stood singing on a bench with costumes as there was no space for me. The song was all about everyone fitting in I looked like I'd made no effort.

Let the class vote on whether me or that same girl got a part in the play because we were both so good, they couldn't possibly decide She was popular, I was not, guess who got the part?

The teachers must have been blind to see I was very badly teased and bullied, and too shy to say anything about it and they did eff all.

....Just that place in general really

My friend and I used to collect silver milk bottle tops every Saturday morning from virtually everyone in our cul de sac. These silver tops were stored and sent in bulk to help The Sunshine Home for the Blind. After a couple of years of doing this the charity sent a letter and 2 small black and white photographs of blind children to thank us for our efforts. Of course, my friend picked the much nicer photo and I’ve never ever forgotten it! 😂

@Nonotthisagain That's genuinely heartbreaking!

I wrote a poem for homework aged about 13 spent hours working on it only for the teacher to state that she had read it before and I had copied it from a book. Well she might have read one similar but not mine am still cross remembering it 50 years later. Perhaps I should be flattered

That’s exactly what happened to me. I never ever cheat at things so to be accused of cheating in front of the class was really upsetting. The whole class must have thought I was a cheat ☹️☹️

Collidascope Dick and Fanny! That is so funny! 🤣🤣🤣

I'm 72, when I was about 9 I bought my younger brother an Orangemaid lolly on holiday, he's never reciprocated despite a lifetime of reminders. Think I'll go on Judge Rinder.

We had been warned by my mum not to touch the christmas tree as the baubles were fragile (glass ones) my goody two shoes sister persuaded me(age 6)to put some down my socks to look like 'old ladies legs'. when I did this she hit them hard with her hand and smashed them, then went running to my mum saying I had broken the baubles. My mum didnt believe my protestations and I was given the belt by my dad. I still feel the injustice of this 48 years later.
That I was the best at maths at school and came top in all the exams but the boy who came next got the maths prize because 'girls dont need to be good at maths and it was important for boys'

Having a teacher call me a liar when I was 12. I had to stand outside his office in the corridor at break for a week as punishment.
The fact that I hadn't lied could be easily checked but he refused to let me prove it or even explain what happened.
I'm still furious about that. Funnily, I was one of those children who was always nervous of authority and did what I was told. I lost all respect for him after that and it changed how I saw teachers.

When I was in primary school I was pretty well known for being bad at sports but sports day came around and I decided to really try because I didn't want everyone to give me "the look" again. During a practice race I pulled a muscle in my thigh and as I was walking off the field in tears the TA shouted "try limping a bit more, at least make it look believable!" I never even looked back but I hate that everyone thought I was hamming it up to get out of sports day and it still makes me mad to this day they didn't believe me I was hurt (this muscle is still a bit questionable if I over do it!)

[quote finnyaddyborder]@Nonotthisagain That's genuinely heartbreaking![/quote]
I got pretty emotional writing that - it was a horrendous time. I'd been so uncool in school (awful haircut my mum insisted on, deeply unfashionable clothes etc) and had been bullied and I'd finally got a bit trendier and got a really popular boyfriend then I had my world turned upside down and everything taken away from me it felt like.

Oh and loads of people then hated me because I'd apparently cheated on my boyfriend. Every day was hell and I was heartbroken.

Urgh theres a few.
In year three there was a school trip.
One was a whole year school trip to a butterfly house(£3.50 or £4.50 cant rememberhow much), and there was another only 10 people from the whole year had been picked to go on(£1).
No matter how much I begged and pleaded they would only let me go on one trip. Saying I had to choose, no matter how much I explained the extra trip was because of good behaviour they still said I had to choose. The main excuse was cost but it was only £1 extra.
So I chose the whole year trip. I haven't forgotten the faces of the kids who had gone on the extra trip when they returned and still think it was unfair.

In year 9 secondary school, there was a competition the school had entered, we had to decorate a coke bottle with motifs of our local area. With the coca-cola logo in the middle. This was for Art.
I spent hours and hours on mine even staying up late at night at home, blending all the colours using different colours and ideas. It was beautiful.
The Art Teacher said that we couldn't enter them into the competition because they had to use a specific format and she had to use a special spray over them, so instead she would pick the winners from the year.
She didn't pick mine even though in my own unbiased opinion it was the best. She told me it didn't fit the brief because I had drawn a takeaway and our area wasn't famous for this. So she had disqualified it.
It didnt stop her from sticking it on the wall though did it. The prize was some good quality pencil crayons so I just didn't return the half worn ones I had used to do the art.
In the end I didn't pick Art for my GCSE's this was part of the reason, the hours and effort put on never seemed to translate into a good grade. She once asked my why I didnt pick Art, ' you were always so enthusiastic I really thought you would pick it.'

I was about 9, my Mum was ironing and my older brother was reading the newspaper, when he finished he folded it in half and put it on the pile of freshly ironed clothes. My Mum was furious and whacked me around the head thinking that I had done it! My brother never owned up and that has always stayed with me, but of course, he was always the golden child. 😤

Also wagon wheel related. I had terrible morning sickness and one of the only things I could eat without instantly throwing up was wagon wheels. I had some in the cupboard and went to get them and found my husband had eaten them all. Absolutely furious. He bought some the next day but he got the kind that don’t even have jam in. Actually amazed I’m still married to him.

Damned politics (this most definitely dates me!)
I was newly promoted to patrol leader in the the Girl Guides, younger than was usual, and keen to prove myself, especially as a few patronising remarks had been made about only getting the gig because nobody else was available.
Commonwealth Day was coming up, so Captain set up a competition to encourage teamwork. Each patrol was allocated a Commonwealth country, and encouraged to prepare a display about the country in general , and Guiding in that country in particular. All presentations to be displayed in the church hall after the big church parade We got South Africa.
I rallied my troops, and we went to town; my best mate was artistic, and produced a lovely map and a couple of posters, I made a miniature paper national flag which could be raised and lowered on a little flagpole (with the correct bloody knots - no kidding!) another girl found out that the uniform was the same as GB, and dressed a doll in correct uniform. (I'm embarrassed now to admit that I didn't spot the glaring racism of Brownies for white girls and Sunbeams for black).
Then, just before the competition, South Africa left the Commonwealth, as the government was not prepared to give up apartheid.
We still set up our display, as Captain could see how hard we had worked, but of course there was no chance of us winning.
When I became more politically aware, I could see how necessary political change was, but my parents' generation viewed South Africans as allies who rallied to the flag during WWII, and although academically well-drilled, my school regarded current affairs as no concern of ours - it really was another world.
So I failed to lead Thrush Patrol to victory (all patrols were named after birds) and it was only later that the double entendres of that dawned on me. I've heard all the natural yoghurt jokes, thank you.

Every year the year 8s raised money and put on a Christmas party with a show for the local pensioners. We were changing in the cloakroom and the girl playing Father Christmas started hitting me on the head with her metal rimmed pipe. She would not stop. I was getting more and more frustrated and pushed her. She went to the teacher and all her friends backed her up and said I had hit her out of the blue. I was a swot and a goodie goodie but the teacher believed the big group of bullies. I was so angry and frustrated I started crying and couldn’t go on stage so didn’t get to be part of the concert. Still upset for my 12 year old self almost 30 years on.

Being smacked because I bumped into a man who suddenly stopped walking. How was I to know at that age he was blind? I’m bearing a huge grudge about it because of that and other times was smacked for something I didn’t know was wrong. Occasions like that made me afraid of making mistakes, or asking for help, and I think it seriously held me back as an adult; I could have achieved much more by now.

I was a horse-mad teenager and used to draw loads of them. The drawings were really good. When my parents moved house, about 2 years after I left home they threw ALL my drawing s away. That was over 40 years ago. I still remind my mum about how annoyed I was (am still).

Aged about 7, challenged to find a word with a silent “s” in it. I put “island” and the teacher MARKED IT AS WRONG! Still makes me fume.

Also the injustice of being called into a meeting with the Guide leader and accused of bullying a group of girls (because of course one petite girl is capable of bullying 10, all much bigger than her 🙄). Those girls had been making my life hell for months and continued to do so for the next few years. Thankfully my mum gave her hell and I never went back.

Oh, another one! This is quite cathartic.

One year in the school play I was "The Old Iron Bell" and had a solo to sing (I can still remember all the words). My costume was a sort of bell shaped sandwich board covered in bronze foil. At the dress rehearsal the teacher gave me a pair of brand new tan tights in a packet to wear underneath, warning me not to ruin them before the performance (I was rather clumsy despite my efforts not to be). I decided not to risk the tights and did the dress rehearsal in just my pants and vest with the sandwich board bell thing over the top. I was looking forward to putting on the pristine tights the next day. However, show day arrived and the tights were missing. Luckily I spotted the packet under a chair in the dressing room. The tights had clearly been taken out, tried on and stuffed back. There were black marks and ladders in them where someone had clearly paraded around in them and they smelt all sweaty. I still don't know who it was but curse them!

God these are stirring up memories, my two main one's are job related, firstly when I was at college (18yrs old) I worked at Asda on the checkouts, a girl who had been in my year at high school came to my checkout with her Dad, his card declined, I put it through several times but it kept declining. He went mental at me, called me a f'*king slut, a useless tramp all because his card declined, his daughter just stood there. I was mortified but god I wish I would have told him where to go and the who the hell did he think he was.
My second one was when I got my first 'proper' job after college, was working in an office and was also studying at university in the evenings. I had a piece of work for university course to hand in that evening and my printer at home stopped working, so when I went into work I asked my supervisor whether it would be possible to print out my uni work it was 2 x A4 sheets of paper, she said it was fine and I didn't need to ask but she was grateful that I did. Fast forward two weeks later and I'm called into the Manager's office to be told that I was being 'let go' when I queried why, she advised me it was because I had stolen company property, yes you guessed it, the 2 x sheets of paper, along with the ink, the electricity used, I kid you not. When I stuck up for myself and explained I had asked my supervisor, the supervisor was called in and she stood there a woman in her 50's and blatantly lied, saying I hadn't asked at all, and I was always printing out work. I will escorted back to my desk and then out of the building by the security guard in case I 'stole' anything else on the way out. I was embarrassed but angry and I just wish I would have stuck up for myself more. I bumped into another colleague from there about 3 months later who told me 4 other 'young' people had also lost their jobs, for the same type of reason. I'll never understand why they didn't just tell me I wasn't required anymore rather than lie.
Still that company went bust so good enough for them !