The fight thread the other day made me think of this. I’m 42 now and this happened when I was 15 and I’m still pissed off.
Arranged a fight for after school, my first ever fight but this kid had been winding me up for days and had started insulting my family. We used to be friends but then he just sort of turned on me for no apparent reason although I think it was a girl. He just attacked me at lunch time from behind and the teachers split us up and then he said “gates after school”. I couldn’t back out.
All the school is outside the gates and I get there first. He comes out the gates and runs at me. I’ve never thrown a punch before. I do an Ali style combo 1-2-3, right left right. He falls down, nose bleeding, I assume we are men of honour. He’s down I turnaround and walk away. He gets back up, jumps on my back, bites the back of my head and then punches me in the face from behind a few times and then we get split up.
Everyone says he won. I’m still bitter about this.
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That’s brutal. Clearly you were the moral victor.
I remember being told at 14 I “wasn’t a natural biologist”. Just because my older brother was a star scientist. Harsh.
When the librarian told me I couldn’t use the computers because “it’s Tuesday”.
My autistic ass could not accept that and ended up with detention for arguing with library staff.
What I’m bitter about is the fact I never found out what was different about Tuesdays that meant I couldn’t use the computers.
Also, you won the fight. That guy was a bitch.
Had already dropped out of sixth form, but was enrolled in the exams already (or something), so went and sat them. Got to ICT and I just couldn’t be bothered, more excel spreadsheet mind numbing crap, so I decided to just not bother and spent the time making a little Windows interface in javascript (start bar that pops up, opens up “notepad” (stylised textarea)) etc, I quite liked it. Obviously got 0 marks because, that flat out wasn’t the question I was asked in the exam.
The new module in ICT 2 years after I left? Motherfkn javascript. Such is life
At the start of the term, our geography teacher said there would be no homework. Then the next week he set some homework. I audibly tutted and got detention. I’d genuinely push him into a bush if I saw him today.
When I was 10 I was struggling at school, especially with handwriting, English and maths. When we had yearly exams, it turned out I’d finished top of the school in science. When the result was given out, the teacher made me stand up and berated my bad handwriting and lack of application in other subjects.
A girl in my class told her parents who phoned my Dad to tell him to do something, but of course he assumed authority was right and did nothing.
The time I had a fight in school I was sent to the head and banned from art and pe for 3 weeks – pathetic
Dropping my abnormally large, and unfairly disadvantaged, egg in the egg and spoon race
I guess getting 6 of the best from the headmaster at primary when it wasn’t my fault.
Someone had smashed a window in the canteen, the teachers blamed me as it all got blamed on me, yes I might have been a young yobbo but I just got the blame for everything.
So I got called into the headmasters office, he sat there swishing his cane and I got given 6 of the best and it wasn’t my fault.
In year 5 I showed the teacher a story I’d written, not homework just for fun. She basically laughed at it and said very loudly in front of the whole class ‘I guess we can rule out writer as a future career’. 30+ years later with several publications under my belt I still cite Miss Cotton as the origin story for imposter syndrome.
My high school biology teacher told me I’d never make a biologist as I’m uninterested in the subject. Turns out he’s a boring old fart and couldn’t teach this subject in a way that worked for me. I’m a university lecturer of bioinformatics now and have a small but growing research group looking into all things related to biology!
Any collective punishment. It is not fair to punish an entire class because a few idiots have no desire to behave in class.
In year 11 we had a practice GCSE paper for English, everyone who got better than their predicted score was taken on a trip to a theme park. My predicted score was 100%, I scored it, so I wasn’t allowed on the trip and was one of very few who couldn’t go. Still annoyed about it! 😅
When I was in primary school on the last day before the summer holidays they’d arranged for a bouncy castle. Each year group was allowed on it for a bit of time through the day, starting from Reception. I was in Year 6 so our class was last. Our teacher said she was going to split our class into two and take us in. I was in the second group. The first group ran over and it got too close to home time so I never got to go on the bouncy castle.
I’m still bitter as fuck about it. Fuck you Mrs Carney!
I somehow got roped into a fight with someone. He swung the first punch and got me in the side of my head just behind my right ear.
Everything went black and the next thing I remember is waking up in the home of a sixth former who had come to break it up.
I copied my sisters A level history essay word for word. She was two years above me and had got an A for it. I got a D+. It was then that I learned the games rigged and my teachers were feckless lazy cockwombles who just gave grades on opinions rather than content.
At primary school, myself and my friends used to make our shirt short and walk around pretending to be pop stars.
My headmistress (who was knwn for being an absolute kitten) took me to her office and honest to god, she was screaming in my face.
“I was showing governors qround! Why were you doing that, acting like absplute TARTS!..being such disgusting dirty girls!”
My eleven year old brain did not underatand any of this. I didn’t know what a ‘tart’ was or what ‘dirty’ meant in this context. I thought we were just being spice girls?
I’m 32 now but when I was like 14 this bitch called Katy wrote her name on a painting a made in art class. I found out because it was one of the winners in a competition to be in the school calendar and I arrived one day to find it on the wall with the rest of the winners, somebody else’s name under it. I tried to clear things up and NOBODY WOULD BELIEVE ME. I tried to get the girl to admit she wrote her name on the wrong painting and she just stared at me like a deer in headlights until the teacher was just like “idk maybe remember to sign your work in future so things like this don’t happen”.
there was a whole ceremony and prizes and she just kept the same stupid expression throughout while she accepted my prize
fuck you katy
The whole school was made to run a 2-mile cross-country race, and the top 10 fastest boys and girls would be put forward to race for the school at the county level.
I crossed the finish line as the 10th girl, but the girl in 11th place ran past me to the clipboard lady and offered *her* name to complete the top 10 registration.
30 years ago and still bitter. Fuck you, Charlene.
I was one of only a handful of kids who took Spanish gcse. 3 boys and 2 girls. One week I turned up to only me and the other girl and a supply teacher .
I later learnt the school had taken the boys on a trip to Spain and told them not to say anything as they didn’t have the resources to book and supervise two separate rooms.
Year 4. We were winning the three legged race by a long way, only metres from the finish line the band tying our ankles together broke so we were disqualified and declared not the winners even though we kept our ankles together for the end of the race (because it wasn’t our fault the band broke and we were nine). Bitter to this day😒
When I was in Year 10/11, we got a new science teacher, Miss Jordan. Our first assignment with her was chemistry, which I voiced to her from the beginning that I really enjoyed science but for years had struggled with Chemistry and getting my head around the chemical equations.
She set us all on a task, and I was struggling. Had my hand up for most of the lesson, she ignored me and didn’t come and help me. Then at the end, asked me why I hadn’t done it, I said I was struggling and she demanding I stayed behind after class.
When it was just me and her, she asked me again why I didn’t do the sheet. “Because I told you at the beginning of class that I struggle. With. Chemistry.
“*ooh I’d love to hit you*” was her response.
Told my form tutor, she denied it to him but she point blank said it to me
6th year, management studies class. Myself and another boy both done really well, such as both top marks all year. Come exams I got an A, he got B. Cone awards time, he got the award fir best pupil in management. Not me who was the legit best. Found out later because he was from a “good” family and I was from the scheme. Now im running a business. Pissed me right off
My Primary 2 teacher chose one teacher’s pet, and one (emotional) punchbag, from her class every year.
In 1983 I was her punchbag.
I’m 47 and if I saw that woman today, I’d rip her throat out.
Some wounds never heal.
This is ~30 years ago now, my English teacher at secondary school (also my form teacher because OF COURSE THEY WERE) used to call me stupid/thick/lazy on a regular basis.
Turns out I’m dyslexic, and once someone noticed (not him obvs, he was too busy being a shit teacher) things got better.
Many years later and I hold a PhD, currently working on a Master’s in a different subject just for fun.
TL;DR – Not thick, just dyslexic.
In primary school I got marked wrong for answering that Venus is the hottest planet in the Solar System. Still bitter.
I was in and out of care as a teenager.
Sometimes there were meetings, there was a bunch when I was 14/15 with the courts and social workers to decide where I was placed and I actually got a say…..
Two teachers Miss Cherry (class teacher) and Mr Evans (Year Head) conspired against me and refused to let me out of the last lesson of the day so I could attend said meeting.
So instead of getting a spot in a foster home closer to school (literally down the street), as I and the social workers wanted, I ended up being stuck in a group home that took me two buses to get there and back, because they wouldnt let me go and speak with the family court judge, who thought, I was later told, that I was incredibly rude and irresponsible for not turning up.
When Social workers spoke to Evans about it, he admitted what he had done and just said “not my problem, it will build his character”. Jonno the Social Worker was a great guy and said he can see why I called Evans a “slimy tw*t when I talked about him.
I was bullied very badly at Annan Academy, the worst five years of my life. Because my birthday is in January I had to do the whole of my final term, which just compounded the misery. Constantly beaten up, dinner money stolen, spat on, head shoved down unflushed toilets, ostracised from everyone else, name calling, unfounded slurs which still dog me to this day (I’m now 45). One of the worst culprits was actually a teacher called Mr Mallon, who would openly mock me in front of others. The school did nothing about it yet whenever I tried to fight back I was the one getting in trouble. The only slight consolation is that the worst of the bullies, Alan Crawford, passed away in 2003 from a heroin overdose (he turned into an even more vile pos after he left) so he can no longer affect my life. Yet I always wonder why I was always singled out for cruel treatment, even now I still don’t understand it (maybe because I’m polite and was brought up to respect others). Who knows.
My mum sent me off to the year 6 residential trip with some spending money but said if I didn’t spend it I could put it towards a game I wanted. As it happened, the only proper outing we went on was to a Beatrix Potter museum so when they were handing out our spending money, I said no thanks.
Somehow this meant I got pulled aside by the headmistress and deputy head, accused of hiding my own money or stealing from the other kids? They called me evil for not wanting to buy my little sister a present. They said they didn’t like my face and I was clearly being disrespectful. Then they gathered all the kids together in the hall and lectured everyone about how “some of the girls” were being very sly and rude and we all needed to make sure our facial expressions weren’t making us seem rude. I’m pretty sure I was just trying not to burst into tears!
Primary school. I’d been off ill with bad sinus problems. First day back we had a spelling test. My pencil tip was slightly broken, which meant it kind of wrote two lines at once. When passing it to another kid to make she put her hand up and told the teacher I’d been cheating due to the odd way things were written. I wasn’t allowed to go out for break. A rather miserable start after my illness. Still pissed off about it.
Boarding school breakfast. They had these massive 1m cube boxes of cornflakes. In the bottom was cornflake powder.
If you were in the wrong place in the queue as the box was running out you’d get a bowl of cornflake powder. Cheap cunts.
Me and a girl in my year 3 class called Sophia were sent out to tend to the class’ tomato seedlings, every kid had planted their own as a science project, and they were growing well on a windowsill outside the classroom.
Whilst watering, Sophia caught one of the trays with her sleeve, and knocked about 8 of the 30 plants off the windowsill, making a huge mess and pretty much destroying them. As soon as they fell, Sophia runs back into the classroom and the teacher storms out to see me trying to help by picking them up.
Sophia said I’d done it on purpose, I tried to explain she had done it, but it was an accident. The teacher believed her, lambasted me loudly in the corridor, so every class could hear, called me a liar and a vandal among other things. Already hated the teacher, but that really embittered me.
Go to hell, Sophia.
A few, tism brain likes to keep hold of them.
I was in music class at Primary school, were being asked to name musical instruments, I was one of the last asked so the options for young brains to remember was running out (think we had had a few repeats) so I said one I knew no one else had mentioned because my parents owned one: a didgeridoo! The man thought I was joking. Still seethe Mr. Lee.
Another, along the same lines, naming favourite body parts in Biology, it was a simple getting to know us thing from the teacher but again, I had knowledge on a few bits. Thanks to media I was consuming (Psychonauts, Futurama) I knew what the Medulla Oblongata was and loved the significance of it. Brought it up when my turn, was given a look like I was talking silly.
I get it, not everyone knows everything, but come oooooon engage me!
Trials for the high school football team, I had played for a smaller primary that our PE teacher organised well enough to win the school league twice.
The trials went like this, a bit of a kick around, then “who went to this big school?” “You’re in” and so it went till it came to my school and two of us stood up, he picked the white kid who had never played a single game, whereas I am a British Asian, who played for my year and the year above at one point, every game and my wonderful PE teacher recommended me for county trials ( another story for another time).
The other kid never played a game in the end as he was shit, I played one B team game and was in the A team as a starter after that. It still pisses me off despite the ending.
ETA this was in 1986.
Being sent out of the lunch room by a lunch lady for someone else making a fart noise.
I was just a kid, maybe 5. Teacher asked me where do penguins live. I said Iceland (this is also a name for a UK supermarket) and he says to me “that’s a shop, not even a real place” and everyone laughed at me.
I achieved the highest marks in my yesr 6 sats in the school, but wasnt allowed to apply to the local grammar school (which was results based) because my full time working single parent wasnt on the PTA (parent and teachers association). The same primary school that made me sit on my left hand and learn to write with my right, I was left handed but now im ambidextrous, albeit to a lower standard in both really.
I was like 11 years old and I still firmly reject class bias. I wont go to anywhere with a dress code, I think partly due to this experience.
A fight broke out between two boys in the playground. I was like 10 meters away just eating a sandwich. A big crowd gathered around them egging them on. All I did was turn to face the commotion and keep eating my sandwich.
The teachers came and broke the fight up and took the boys away. Then a teacher stormed over to me, poked me with her boney finger and said “I saw what you did you horrible little girl, you should be in just as much trouble as those boys” then stormed off. I have no idea what she thought I did.
I was raised by my Mum and her female partner, who was very much my step-mum and who I love dearly. In my early years in the 90s there were a few occasions when my family drawings would mysteriously not make is up onto the display wall (Thank you section 28). Then I was in year 5 and we had to write a book about our lives and my teacher ‘advised’ me not to include anything about my step-mum incase people ‘found it odd’. I will add I had heaps of friends, who gave not a single stuff that I had gay parents – they cared more that they were so welcoming and cooked lovely food for them!
That wasn’t nice having my loving family invalidated and still makes me annoyed.