What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

Ouch, Some of these really sting.

Mine is more about not being appreciated.

DSis is six years older and was always very, very kind and loving to me. Lovely but it can sometimes be tedious to have an angelic sister, even if she is naturally good.

When she left to go to college, I inherited among other things some of her babysitting jobs. She was very good with children and loved babysitting, always hoping the children would be awake.

I had no experience with children and just hoped they would stay asleep so I could play with their toys and read their books. I assumed but didn't care that the families probably preferred my older, more capable sister.

No skin off my nose.

In the summer holidays, she came home with a boyfriend. When the phone rang with the offer of a babysitting job carefully phrased as 'would anyone be available' I was very happy to hand it on to DSis. Also thought that it would be nice for her and boyfriend to have an 'evening out'

Then I discovered that, far from getting praise for doing a nice thing and handing the phone (and thus the job) over to her, the whole family were trying not to let me know that they were going babysitting, just assuming that she had been asked for by name and that I must be protected from this evidence of her superiority incase I couldn't cope.

I was soooo chocked up by the unfairness of not getting credit for doing a nice thing and that they assumed the client asked for her that I was unable to explain

Sooo they all assumed I was cross that I hadn't been asked. Sooo unfair

It still stings even though my adult self knows that given it was only ever one occasion that I really should let it go. But then I remember that the one time I tried to do a nice thing I got no credit for it. No wonder I grew up a tad selfish.

Yes, I know now and make a bit of an effort to not be, honestly I do. And try my best to live my life according to me and not to gain praise. It's not entirely easy nor successful.

We used to use cardboard boxes to store needlework in a press at school. As a small girl, I got a lovely one from a local shopkeeper. It had pictures of liqorice allsorts on it. I was so proud bringing it in to school. The teacher commandeered it for her own use, saying it was too big to fit in the press.
It's a long time ago. I am still a bit annoyed.

On a long car journey, dsis (30 and heavily pregnant) sat in the middle, nephew in baby seat one side and me (age 5) the other side. Sat reading my book and sis screams that I keep pinching her (hands clearly holding book and I'm squashed against car door).... parents in front shout at me. Another scream later that I have given her chinese burn.... dad pulls over, mum yanks me out of car, pulls everything down and i get a smacked bum... in front of anyone. Got back into the car to sis smirking at me. Felt so betrayed and ruined my trust ever since!

Quite recent really but it’ll chap my ass forever.

When DM was rushed to hospital after an unfortunately soon to be fatal accident, the hospital staff removed her beloved charm bracelet and it was lost.

PALS were lovely and admitted that in such a huge hospital, it may have been lost or stolen.

The hospital did everything to try to save her and I’m super grateful. But I can’t get past that bracelet being carelessly lost or heartlessly stolen.

It’ll stay with me forever as it had been left to my DD in her Grandmothers will.

I’m sorry to sadden the tone, but I’m definitely still salty about it.

When you go on a thread on MN and post a reply which is ignored but you carry on RTFT and see somebody else has not RTFT and posted the same thing that you already said and lots of people reply to it. Even if they don't agree they have still replied, it's as if some usernames get ignored intentionally even though this obviously doesn't happen.

I wanted the game Mr Frosty for years as a kid and every Xmas I would excitedly rip open my pressies to see if Mr Frosty was in there, no he wasn’t, my mum said years later that she hated messy toys, I said “so why have kids then”, seen as so many toys are messy!

I started out with one salty tale to regale, but now I’ve read the whole thread I can recall 3 😆

1. When I did my Expressive arts GCSE (drama+art), I got an A* grade. My art teacher asked me if I minded my coursework being shown as an example at a teacher conference and I would get it all back after summer. I think we know where this is going...never saw any of it again. I put my heart and soul into all my productions and was totally gutted.
2. We moved from Hampshire to West Yorkshire when I was 9. I found it hard to settle in to the school for the first year. At the end of year 6 I gained a main part in the school play, Aladdin. I loved it and it really gained me some confidence. One of the parents filmed it and were selling VHS tapes of the whole play and behind the scenes etc for £10. We bought one. Fast forward (excuse the pun) a few years and my mum recorded over it with Eastenders! I didn’t know at the time you could remove the tab from the bottom to stop it being recorded on. Totally gutted!
3. When I was about 8 the new Electronic etch-a-sketch was released. They were sold out everywhere but my parents managed to get me one for my birthday. This was extra special because my birthday is close to Christmas and I usually got the dreaded ‘combined’ birthday and Xmas presents. We hadn’t even got to Christmas and my dad said his mate wanted one for his daughter and could he sell it to him and we can get one again when they come back in stock 😳😳😳 I of course said no! He sold it anyway and I never saw the money or another etch-a-sketch...fast forward over 30 years and I haven’t had any contact with my dad for some years. Not because of an etch-a sketch though 😂

39 years ago, someone stole a white chocolate mouse that I had been given in school assembly from my tray. I was saving it to show my mum. When I told the teacher, she said that it must have melted. Even at the age of six I knew that it wouldn't have disappeared into thin air. Still pisses me off now when I think about it.

One of the things I love about mn is that you can have a thread containing a spectrum of mildly amusing to horrific to hilarious replies and it still flows beautifully and is cathartic for many.

Excellent thread and for some of you.

I got an A* at French GCSE, so I went on to do it at A level. But when I started sixth form college I had some terrible mental health issues and found it really difficult to even leave the house and show up to class some days. I was honest with my tutor about what I was going through, and rather than show any sympathy or empathy, she just seemed disgusted and from then on basically ostracised and bullied me.

One of my classmates in French class had a family tragedy and the French tutor organised everyone in the class to send a wreath to the funeral. Except I was totally left out. I found out afterwards that everyone had chipped in but no one told me.

For one of my final pieces of coursework I had to write an essay in French (I forget what about). Anyway, despite everything I was going through, I submitted the essay on time and the next day I was called into my tutor’s office and she accused me of plagiarism! The fucking bitch.

I ended up getting an E in my French A level and was heartbroken. Things turned out fine - I went to uni, did a masters and went on to have a very good, high flying career. But almost 25 years later I still have anxiety dreams about that whole time. I’d love to bump into that tutor now and tell her to go fuck herself.

I made my daughter a scale version of the Parthenon for a school project and she didn't win the prize 😳

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.

Imagine these stories in a few years time after this year!

In Year 6 (so I was 11), we'd done science that afternoon, and I'd been group leader, so I took the equipment my group had used back to where it belonged in a cupboard on the other side of the school.

I returned to the classroom, and we were half way through listening to a story, when my teacher goes, "There's equipment left out on that table! Zingally!! That was your group!! Go and return it RIGHT NOW!!" I tried to say that I'd already returned my groups stuff, and that someone else must have put it there. But all I got was "DON'T ARGUE! DO IT NOW!" All the while, my entire class are staring at me.
So I took the bloody stuff and put it away. I was FUMING.

The entire class was invited to Shirley something's party and I thought my invitation had got lost . I turned up with a present as was told I had to sit in a separate room until my mum came to collect me as I wasn't invited

Getting 50p to spend on a school day trip (maximum amount stated by school), and everyone else had a couple of quid. I couldn't afford an ice cream when everyone else got one!

A bit more serious, though thankfully nothing particularly bad happened, being told I was imagining things when I reported a teacher for behaving inappropriately towards me. My parents seemed to just accept the school's word for it.

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

I have similar, my dad would tease me (not much it has to be said) over my Sowf London accented Gujarati. I refused to speak it and so although I can understand the language, just cannot speak it.

This was something I saw happen to someone else, again at primary school. A girl in my class had a French mother and spoke fluent French. We did French as a subject at school.

One week we were learning the names of fruit and vegetables and there was a test if Friday. The teacher taught that the French word for lettuce is "salade". This, it turns out, is incorrect. Salade is just "salad" I think.

Anyway test day came and my friend wrote down the actual French word for lettuce - "laitue". When teacher was marking us she went ballistic at her for being a "disobedient know it all". Apparently she should have written the wrong word rather than "try to embarrass me". I was incredulous. I kept thinking "why is she in trouble for getting an answer right?" But children weren't allowed to challenge adults in those days. This was an expensive private school too. These days these parents would be going ballistic!

So many.. I bear grudges... miss Lewis acting like I was a fool when I asked how to study German for the exams. The whole class agreed with me, we knew how to to our homework but not study for exams... cow.. then there was Samantha who said I started a water fight when I wasn't even in the school - I had bunked off into a nearby park. I was outraged but nobody seemed to care that she was worse than a snitch - she was a lying snitch!

Top infants, my group never got a turn with the playmobile building set which included a cement mixer - they put a plastic sheet with some sand down. I was convinced it was because we were girls. I’ve been desperate to use a cement mixer ever since. My daughter is getting a playmobile cement mixer as soon as I can find one,

At a school meeting about my child's special needs, a child psychologist quipped as a little side note "of course child will never hold a formal qualification in their life!". I stormed out of the meeting! Well my child, after going to mainstream secondary school and getting GSCEs and a BTEC is now completing an apprenticeship! The psychologist is still working and I keep stopping myself sending him a lovely email.

I wrote a very shit poem when I was 12. It was an extremely florid and silly historical romance type thing (due to my weird reading habits - lots of Victorian literature). The teacher accused me of plagiarism on the basis that she thought she had read something similar before (probably, there is loads of horrible schlock out there).

She later had me kicked out of her class due to my extreme fear of public speaking, and I was sent out of gifted/honours English to a very boring normal class. I despise that woman.

In primary school in the days of class birthday parties every single girl got this amazing cassette holder thing as their present from one of my friends (mum, let's face it). My birthday was the last of the year. I got a paint by numbers duck. I did my best gracious act but when I bitched to my mum afterwards she told me off and did the lecture that I would now most definitely do to my own children. Still pisses me off though

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I finally learned to do a round off back flip in gymnastics, only Linda left in our group who couldn’t do one.

We were about to do a whole school performance and Linda asked me if I could do a backwards walkover instead of a back flip so she didn’t feel like the odd one out!

I agreed! I scuppered my chance of back flip pride & glory for Linda!

We went to different high schools but saw eachother on a Pitmans training scheme after high school. Linda virtually ignored me when she saw me and all through the course.

I’m salty about that! Salty about me easily going along with it, salty about Linda!

Oh, another one. Did a PGCE several years ago, and my mentor was a horror. When the university mentor came in to observe, she'd be nice in front of him. When he wasn't there, she would revert to being hugely vicious. I remember on one occasion, she tried to bollock me because the class teacher had kept several of the kids out of assembly to do some extra work for her.

On my very first day, she bollocked me for having lunch in the staffroom - I was simply trying to get to know other staff as I was going to be there for months - as having a leisurely lunch apparently isn't the lifestyle of a teacher - even though all the other teachers were doing just that
I still loathe that woman for ripping me down in a completely new situation where I needed building up. I learnt that other students quit the course after being put with her.