[Closed] Childhood injustices that still annoy you?

Being told to stand in assembly to be identified as the person that put a marble through the large window in the dinner hall at primary school aged about 7.

To be fair, pretty much every other misdemeanour that happened at that school was down to me and my friend, but on that particular occasion I was innocent!

Let's see -

Nope! Pretty much guilty of all of the things I was punished for...It's a fair cop.

Being accused of cheating in a German test more specifically of copying of my friend sat next to me. In fact he was copying off me! I was copying the answers off the sheet of paper hidden in my pen case.

Ohh and being told by a policeman to pick up the empty chip wrappers I had thrown on the floor.

The thing was, I was still eating my chips and therefore was still holding my wrapper.

He threatened to arrest me so I did it.

Fascist Bully Boy!

Had "using a calculator watch" (showing my age there...) scrawled all over a mock exam paper by some loon of a teacher.

It was an English exam... 🙄

Blamed for pushing a bit of grit into Paul Foster's ear, which he had to go to hospital to get removed. He did it himself, but obviously didn't want to look like a halfwit.

Got detention for arguing that the cold weather wouldn't kill the germs responsible for your having a cold 'cos they're inside your body and if your body dropped to cumbrian winter ambient temperature you'd have a bigger problem than a cold. Mr Parkinson - you're a tosser.

My Dad using my A+ first ever CDT project spatula to mix wallpaper paste within 24hrs of me getting it home- Dad you're a pillock

Being chewed out by my maths teacher for covering my exercise book in iron maiden pictures - Mr McEever You're a godbothering weasel

Not being picked for discus despite smashing the competition because they were of a more 'discussy' build (read big and fat rather than my lean with long arms) Kappa - I'm looking at you.

Free Pluto!

Mickey Mouse's dog.

Mice, Ducks, cows and all other sorts of creatures in the world of Disney get to live in a house, wear clothes and have conversations.... but not Pluto.

Oh No.
He has to live in a kennel and eat a bone out a bowl. Usually tied up by with a rope through the collar around his neck.

As if this gross injustice wasn't cruel enough... here comes Goofy.

A dog. 😯

A walking, talking clothes wearing, living in a house dog.
Just to rub poor Pluto's face in the horror of his mute, naked servitude.

How can this cruel travesty be allowed to continue unchallenged?

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The mystery of who crapped in the porta-potty whilst on holiday in the early seventies in a caravan still concerns me. Both kids were punished not for the act but for neither admitting the crime. Both of us swear neither of us did it to this day.

Whilst having a French test my mate copied the majority of my answers.
After the test had been checked I had to stay behind to re-do it as I had loads of it wrong whereas he passed somehow?!?

We both still don't know how it happened!

When I was in infant school we went on a rare (the only time I can remember) trip to the local park. We were allowed to play on the swings, slides etc in small groups whilst the rest of the children played on the grass area. I waited patiently for my turn which never came and shortly before we left one of the teachers asked if there was anyone who hadn't had a go on the equipment. I was the only one to put up my hand at which point one of the other teachers said I had and I was trying it on. I wasn't, and it still annoys me to this day, 40 years later.

Being given a rap on my hands with a ruler for drawing an outline of my hand on a school book cover by Miss Housego in English.

The thing is, she drew it herself – the whole class saw her do it during class and quite clearly it wasn't my hand as I was a 13 yr old boy with much smaller hands than she had!

But she was mentalist, had the world's singularly most greasy skin complexion and was eventually fired after (allegedly) being caught in a broom cupboard with a Sixth Former.

never seeing star wars first time round. the local flea-pit was not up to Lucasfilm standards so it was never shown, and parents wouldn’t bother to drive 40 miles to nearest cinema, i had the cards and the figures but had to lie about seeing the film.
in 6th form i was hauled before head of year and accused of breaking all the window handles in the old nissen hut classrooms. i had no ‘previous’ and it would have been very out of character, the reason for the blame? i was the only pupil in the lower sixth who had free school dinners therefore coming from a council house/low income background it’s obviously me who is the vandal.

Getting Starsky and Hutch for Christmas.

No Ford Torino 🙁

Being told off in art for "painting all wrong". How the frick can putting brush, paint and paper together be wrong?
Shame that teacher got told off a year or so later for fondling girls to see if they had started wearing a bra yet. The thing that surprised us more was that we were convinced he was more in to boys.

Getting a detention for bad hand writing, after virtually snapping my hand in PE and couldn't even hold a pen. Did find enough strength to tear up the detty form under his nose to save the embarrassment of my dad having to do that via official channels.

I let my brother take the rap for weeing all over the toilet seat at our Nan's when we were 7 or 8 years old.

Poor kid, he's probably still sitting down to widdle now so he doesn't get unjustly accused again.

Being accused by Mr Beardy Jesus look alike that I hadn't handed in my Religious Education GCSE course work....I had, the **** lost it and then failed me....

....If it wasn't for that I may have become a Vicar.... or maybe not.

I had a fairly horrific experience of getting my head kicked in and then being accused of being equally responsible for the so-called fight, when in reality I was simply attacked.
That's a hard one to shift.

At primary school I got told 'not to be so stupid' after writing an essay about volcanoes in Iceland. Of course there aren't volcanoes in Iceland, it's cold and made of ice. D'uh !
The same teacher laughed when I described how some natives or other used to light fires inside logs in order to start the process of turning them into canoes. Which really irritated me as it had been on Blue Peter only the week before, so it must be true.
Grrrrrr

oh i forgot the real big one.
being forced to hold a pen/pencil/brush in my right hand so as to not be ‘cack-handed’
FFS! i should be left handed not right handed and holding a pen funny.

When I was 13 I was allowed to properly turn vegetarian by my parents, and they sent me to my 'faith' school with a packed lunch. Headteacher summoned me, quizzed me for a while about being vege then told me god had put animals on the planet 'to be eaten' and made my mum pay for school meals for the rest of my time at school even though I had packed lunch every day. What a knobber.

After auditioning and winning the part in the school production being told I couldn't do that and take part in the district athletics event. Fine says I, I'll not do the production then (sport was and still is the number 1 priority). No, you don't understand my boy, you're doing the production. Gutted. What made it worse is the stage hands got to do both. What made it even worse still was that therefore made it the only year I didn't win the sprint event in all my years at school.

I remember someone won a competition on CBBC to design a new vehicle for some cartoon character and the picture he won with was a tracing of the Orca from Command and Conquer. I felt most aggrieved at that!

Headteacher summoned me, quizzed me for a while about being vege then told me god had put animals on the planet 'to be eaten'

What odd logic. Even if that were true, I don't recall it being mandatory. It's ok to let some live, I think.

Mr Davis my English teacher deserves a mention for [b]mocking[/b] me in front of the whole class for using the word "mantelpiece", which he claimed was a clock or ornament sitting on the "mantelshelf".

HE WAS WRONG! It's the fire surround itself, not a flippin clock. Many years later, I still feel a flash of indignation, whenever I hear the word [url= ]mantelpiece[/url]. In fact I'm tempted to call at his nursing home to put him straight on this.

This thread has made me chuckle. Mine is when we went on a residential trip to Whitehough near Pendle, and I was accused of pulling apart a sponge football one evening. I hadn't even touched the bloody thing and when i asked who had accused me, the teacher wouldn't say. Still to this day have no idea who it was and was later told by another teacher that the incident cost me the head boy-ship! (I was a bit square at school...!).

I am also still annoyed with myself for 'only' getting 99% in my physics mock for missing the 's' off a time value in seconds...

Don't get me started!

I remember the school athletics competition. Pick one track, two field events or two track one field event and total the results. Joint first prize awarded to two guys who did two track and one field. I was overlooked because my long jump and triple jump results still hadn't come up from the bottom field yet.

Some money raising thing at school was sponsored by pizza hut and the prize for the boy and girl who raised the most was a free meal. I raised £250, next best raised £50. I still to this day, haven't had my free pizza hut meal.

Being told by my parents that clearing our plates in the little chef would earn us a free lollipop. We cleared them but never got the lollipops. Now I know why they're called little thief.

Getting slapped around the head by my stepdad because my step sister caught her fingers in a sliding door. I was the other side of the room and knew nothing about it.

I'd best stop before I get carried away and open Pandor's box.

Slightly different but similar...

An old girlfriend refused to believe me when I said greenhouse gases came from aerosol cans as well as the usual suspects. She wouldn't believe me because her geography teacher had told her they only came from aeroplanes as they were closer to the atmosphere and that nothing actually on earth could effect it.

It caused the mother of all arguments because I knew I was correct and I then had to spend a weekend at her grandparents' house with a girlfriend who wasn't talking to me.

Funnily enough, time moved on, I met someone else (who I am still with) and her best friend's dad... Yep – the same geography teacher.

One day when I am pissed at a party I think I'll end up having a chat with him about his inaccuracies...

In GCSE year I had to do an English essay, I spent 3 nights working on this really hard. One of my class mates copied other people's work in the lesson before it was handed in. He got a better grade than me, and unfortunately that led me to turning round and sticking two fingers up at GCSEs and I didn't study for my exams!

jesus I can't believe some these, some teachers are right ****s. I hope those of you who are teachers conduct yourselves in a decent and honest manner.

Just remembered another (quite cathartic this!). I started buying 3 1/2" floppy disks and storage boxes for them from an advert I saw in the back of ST Format magazine and realised they were 1/4 the price that school sold them at. So, I made a few flyers advertising them for sale at 25% below the school prices and had a very profitable few weeks, mainly selling to teachers, one of which pinned my flyer in the staff room, resulting in me getting dragged into the deputy head's office to be congratulated on my excellent charity fund raising initiative...

I can't remember how much of my actual profits I declared, but it was annoying to be handing over anything. Still can't believe they weren't encouraging such things!

I was 8 or 9 and some [s]dickhead[/s] amusing prankster from my class nicked my pencil case and put it in the teacher's desk during break. When it turned up I got told off for putting it there myself. I protested that i'd have no reason to do such a thing and got into more trouble for lying.

Just thought of another one. There was a design a book cover competition, the winner got there in the window of a local book shop and got some voucher or such like. I did one on paper aeroplanes and included an actual pop up plane on the cover, it was bloody genius. I got my design in nice and early and as a "treat" it was shown to the rest of the school to show the good ones they'd received so far, mine was the only pop up one at the time. In the end I lost, I was beaten by another pop up cover, one that would never have been thought of if it weren't for them showing mine off/giving my idea away. Bitter, me?

So, I was bored stiff with learning German A level and told Mark, who sat next to me, that I was going to ask to transfer out and do (something else, can't remember what, let's say electronics).
So I go to the head of department, lets call him Mr Idiot.
"Mr Idiot, sir, can I transfer out of German and do, er electronics please?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm not grasping German and I want to do something I'll pass the exam in"
"Hmm, do you know Mark?"
"Yes"
"Well, the answer's no - you only want to transfer out because Mark has"
"But sir!"
"The answer is no"
"Sir, you're a complete bastard *smack* *boot* *crunch*" (I made that bit up).

I got a U (ungraded) in my German exam. Sat for the 2 hours drawing pictures.

At junior school, I and a friend were given a week of lunchtime detentions for ripping a girl's coat in the playground. But this never happened - she ripped it herself or someone else did.
A whole week of lunchtime detentions at the age of 7! Ridiculous.

Ohh and I was made to stand in assembly on another occasion – for pushing Justine Lion into a bed of nettles – she was covered in stings.

The injustice of it!

Ohh wait. I did that one didn't I? 😯

I am also still annoyed with myself for 'only' getting 99% in my physics mock for missing the 's' off a time value in seconds...

That's valid. 60 Whats? 60 Watts? 60 Minutes? 60 Bananas?

"But sir!"
"The answer is no"

That would never happen nowadays, a U would look bad on the school's results.

Jon Taylor - Member
I am also still annoyed with myself for 'only' getting 99% in my physics mock for missing the 's' off a time value in seconds...
That's valid. 60 Whats? 60 Watts? 60 Minutes? 60 Bananas?

I'm guessing from his post he wrote 60 second rather than 60 seconds.

When I was about 12, I left a class to go to the toilet in the middle of a lesson, I bumped into a teacher as I came out of the loo and thought nothing of it. 2 hours later they found that someone had used the bar of soap to right f's and c's all over the dark green walls of the toilet.

It was of course wrongly attributed to me, they called my parents in, and my mother still thinks I did it to this day. I'm only 38 now.

PE teacher, Mr Hanson, bitter twisted failed county cricket player.

Basketball. I stand still, arms behind my back and guy dribbles into me. I call for a charging foul. He just says they don't teach that rule. I pointed out that as it was a PE lesson, it might be the perfect time to teach it. Someone, I got sent out for that.

He's also the same **** that doing high jump, I asked for the crash mats to be pulled across more, he said no, I said they weren't where they needed to be, he said he didn't care and that if I didn't stop wasting time, I'd be in trouble. I jumped, skimmed the edge of the mats and winded myself as I landed on the grass.

From that day forward, every PE lesson was greeted with a note saying I couldn't do PE due to a bad back. What a **** that man was.

My infant school had a massive conker tree, age 5 someone had drawn on a white painted wall with a brown piece of conker skin or a conker itself, I got the blame and made to scrub it off while loads of people stood and watch.

Junior school wouldn't let us outside lunch time when it was pissing down. I wet my finger and drew a smiley face on the blackboard, another kid then drew a huge smiley face, utter bitch of a teacher gave us some scare story about how saliva and the oil in our skin could damage the blackboard and how our parents would have to pay for it to be fixed, then the headmaster came along and made me bend over and smacked me bloody hard twice.
He died of cancer, she was sacked many years later after parents organised a petition, wish I could have signed it.

Trying to save all the Silver Barb fish in a village pound because bulldozer was burying them alive (contractor bought the land to erect a useless badminton hall) only for me to suffocate them in my buckets (several buckets) due to lack of oxygen or wrong water temperature or chlorine water. 😯

Not me, but both my younger brothers.

Mid-brother was 8, youngest was 5, and they were both walking to primary school one morning, would have been about 1977. The moment they arrived at school, they were ushered into the head's office, and given the belt. The first and last time either of them did.

What had happened: 5 minutes in front of them was our neighbour's middle child, a boy of about 10, who'd been walking to school with his little sister. Little sis had spina bifida, poor kid.

Neighbour's kid had walked into the head's office and claimed that my brothers had beaten his sis on the way to school that morning. Now, at this point, some reading this will think "hey CDB, mibbe your bros did do this, eh?". Well- no. They were both quiet, studious kids, who'd never been in a bit of bother.

Why the teacher didn't think to query this is beyond me. Why, indeed, she thought she had jurisdiction outside of school is yet another thing. Somehow it never occurred to them that 2 quiet wee boys beating up a disabled kid was something to investigate.

As an adult, its come to mind and I've wondered if the brother was hitting her- its possible, as they were a family that had been in hot water with social services for a long time, and had been moved alongside 'nice' families (like ours) to see if it would settle them. Which only had the effect of driving good families out, as we did, soon after. They were a family of utter scumbags.

I'm too young to remember it, but apparently my Mum more or less told the school that when she'd finished, the teacher would have no job to return to. I forget the outcome, and Mum is now gone, deity rest her.

Our head of year was ranting in an assembly that no one listens to what is being said and we should all pay attention more.
He pointed to me & asked what the previous assembly, the last week, had been about. I couldn't for the life of me remember what it was.
He shouted at me & told everyone that was exactly the point he was trying to make.
About an hour after the assembly, I realised that the week before I had been ill & hadn't attended school; typical that he should pick me out and ask a question that I had no hope of answering!

My brother had a Grifter & it was bought back from my Nan's in the back of an estate car one day during the summer holidays. When we got back to our house, the little Sturmey Archer chain was broken & the gears never worked the same since. Apparently, because I was in the car at the same time & 'always fiddle with stuff' it was me that broke it. My brother still believes it was me that did the damage over 30yrs later.

My mate Delvin was using the disc sander to fling small bits of mdf across the design classroom by flicking them at the 'wrong' side of the disc. He kept telling me to have a go and I kept saying no 'as a teacher will walk in just as I do it'. He'd been doing it for about 15 mins and telling me to 'just do one'. So I did, and it was sent on it's way across the class room just as the head teacher walked in.
Delvin, the git, took a couple of steps backwards & I got landed right in it.

The only occasion I can remember being stuck-up for was when I was doing rehearsals playing clarinet in the orchestra for some school concert that was coming up.
I had a borough XC championship race that day & was screamed at by the slightly deranged music teacher that I absolutely could not attend it, as I HAD to attend rehearsals (for a concert that was several weeks away).
I went and told my running coach (who was our maths teacher, but just so happened to be a very fast middle distance runner) that I couldn't attend because of orchestra rehearsals, so he went to the room where the rehearsals were just getting started and went proper batshit mental at the music teacher (in front of about 25 kids) before telling me to get my stuff so 'we can get to this race'.
I think I won the race; might have been 2nd depending on the yr, so it was kinda justified.

Seems that all we really learn at school is how much injustice there is in the world and how a little bit of power seems to corrupt some people.

Exactly Onza and I think the distrust of teachers never leaves you.

Mate of mine is married to a teacher. She's still like this even at home. We'be both been in the bike trade in the past, but despite th fact she's always Bern a teacher, she took it upon herself to inform us that our industry conversation was wrong and things didn't work like that in business.

So what you're telling us is that teachers are big hitters?

They're not all bad, but the really bad ones do stay with us.

or that onzadog and his mate had a very poor understanding of the business and it is probably for the best they moved onto other things 😉

Thanks msp. We were discussing our experiences, she told us we were wrong. The business practices discussed are irrelevant. It's the fact that some teachers much always be seen to be right with no regard for whether they are or not.

At public school I got hauled out of Choir and thrown down the stairs, Made me walk home after a trip in the dark 3 miles not knowing where I was. The same bully teacher also grabbed me in PE and basically pinched me so hard I bled. Later that day after school he cornered me and said if I whispered a word about it no one would believe me and my life would be hell, I was 9 and this was 1984. There was a couple of boys he singled out for this stuff. He was seriously psychopathic.
Anyway I left on some pretence after that year and I learned later he moved to Canada to teach and his only son (a year younger than me) died in a tragic accident.

However these paled into insignificance at some other things I was the victim of. Not for this forum.

So what you're telling us is that teachers are big hitters?

I've been out with a couple, and provided tech support to a few more, and the one thing I took away is that <rash generalisation alert> many of them can't handle the concept that someone might know more about a subject than they do. When I worked in support, teachers, doctors and senior managers were by a country mile the worst people to try to help, and I expect they were all broadly for the same reason, that they spend their entire life telling other people what to do.

As a random example, I once had a blazing row - and I mean proper full-on screaming mentalist I-think-she's-going-to-punch-me-in-a-minute argument - with a teacher then-girlfriend over whether the key to the gas meter cabinet at her house was square or triangular. Seriously. I knew the answer absolutely (I'd seen it like half an hour ago), and she couldn't entertain the idea that she might be mistaken so it just escalated way out of hand.

So, totally different to STW Big Hitters.

A couple spring to mind

1: Fire Alarm goes off during a drama lesson. Class carries on regardless

Me to teacher "Sir the fire alarms going off"

"Just ignore it" says he "There is no alarm practice today."

That's cause the school really is on fire you D**k. He retired very shortly afterwards

2: Also getting told off for using bright colours on a Dinosaur drawing. Seems the teacher had decided that all of them (across millions of years) were uniformly only black, brown or grey.

http://pubs.usgs.gov/gip/dinosaurs/color.html

In grade 1 (yes, 'grade'), I had an old Scottish battle-axe of a teacher. One of those hardliner, no-nonsense types.

We were all sitting around on the floor for story time when one of the kids let one go. A prissy girl in the class named Tracy, started giggling and the teacher asked her what was wrong. Tracy simply pointed at me and said my name.

In front of the whole class, the teacher then turned on me and asked what I had done. Of course I wasn't going to tell her what had happened, as I couldn't bring myself to say the word 'fart' (or whatever) in public. I was so embarrassed.

In the end, the teacher just told me to leave the room and stand in the corridor until she could send me to the principal.

The thing is, it wasn't me. 👿

Primary school everyone is making Fathers day cards. Thats great miss. Mines dead what can I do. Oh you have to do Maths because you're not very good at it. Added 1 to every question for the next month. It drove her mad. Bitch.

I once wrote a load of silly names with made-up phone numbers in my parents' address book, including names that I thought were really rude, like "bra", and "knickers" :lol:. I overheard my mum showing it to my dad and my older cousin got the blame.

They're not all bad, but the really bad ones do stay with us.

A teacher friend once likened being a teacher to a Picasso painting. You exaggerate a certain part of your personality to control the classroom - but if you aren't careful, you end up like that permanently, a control-freak.

I live a couple of doors away from a teacher couple who are thankfully moving soon. They constantly shout at their kids for the tiniest reasons. But at social gatherings with friends they play the part of the perfect family.

Took a beating from the school hard nut (3 years above me) for apparently making a comment about him as he walked past us that I know came from somebody else.

The greatest injustice is that as a fully grown adult, I know that I now stand a good foot above him and I am now built of considerably more robust physical and mental stuff. Oh for a chance to set the records and his nose straight.....

I was reading a report (ahem) into British preferences for porn and prostitutes.
A growing theme is the female teacher dominatrix.
I wonder if this all relates to the fact that Britain specialises in producing nutcase primary school teachers (not all, mind).

1. Being sent to the headteachers office for deliberately ignoring the teacher and colouring in a picture the wrong colours.

I am colour blind.

2. The teacher being allowed to bring her daughter into school whist she was on longer (private school) holidays. The smug little idiot would sit smirking at us as we had to do work.

and don't even get me started on the ritual humiliation of how teams would be picked for sports lessons with the two sporty kids being captains and them picking their teams in order of preference.

thestabiliser, I did a double take there. We went to the same school. Class of 1990, me.

Remember a mate taunting Kappa, who looked a bit like Rowan Atkinson, from the football pitch sideline by playing the Blackadder tune on a trumpet. Kappa marched off the pitch and decked another mate, not the trumpeter but the smallest of the group. Still shocks me!

I had an ingrowing toenail and couldn't do PE. The teacher didn't like the fact that I didn't take part and put all the gym equipment away and asked if I thought it fair that all the kids who were doing the work should stamp on my toe... Didn't happen, but he seemed like a sadistic git!

I did have some brilliant teachers as well, for the record. Robert Evans-Teush, John Crosby, Dave Scott and an English teacher whose name escapes me, sadly (he was a prisoner on the Burma-Siam Railway and must have found A Town Like Alice a very hard book to teach), please take a bow.

Final one from me. I went to a pretty competitive grammar school and managed to stay out of trouble for the whole time I was there. When it was time for sixth form they refused to let me in as I was one point shy of the the minimum grades, but they let in a kid who scored one point higher and had been suspended twice for dealing drugs. The headteacher pretty much said to me that they couldn't give a stuff about the person, just the grades for the school league tables.

I had to do my a-levels at the local college and pretty much spent the next two years either riding my bike or going to the pub, so all is well that ends well.

Bob - I think there was a bit more'old fashioned discipline' at the place than you'd have thought.

Heard a few tales regarding one of the biology teachers taking on the enforcer role

Hello Lisa 😳

We were snogging near the tennis courts, the school bully came around the corner and caught us. Threats ensued, he tried to lift up Lisa's skirt..

I flattened him with one punch..

Absolutely no injustice.

I got dragged to the Head, who promptly rained praise down on me 😀

Told to write a story in primary about being a fireman. Started with the sentence 'me and my mates were playing cards' and got ripped to shreds by the teacher in front of the whole class for not writing 'my mates and I'
I was a bit of a swot, knew what I was doing, and no amount of protestations that I did it to sound more realistic made any difference

I was a bit of a swot, knew what I was doing, and no amount of protestations that I did it to sound more realistic made any difference

You were right- your teacher was a knob.

I sympathize with the pedants...

I had a teacher 30 years ago, and was asked to write a historical account of a day in the life of a cowboy/old Western/Cowboy goings on....

I put loads of effort into this. I wrote it in the style of an olde worlde mid-western, and mis-spelled it it to sound like an authentic cowboy.
When it was marked, I was taken through it step by step, by my pedantic tutor, and informed of my grammatical errors- which were actually not as bad as I had feared.
I didn't have the confidence at the time to explain that my mis-spellings were intentional.
He would not believe it was written in an authentic style intentionally, but chose to believe I did not have a full grasp of English.
This really bothered me for years, and felt like a true injustice.

Generally it was me, and the crimes were mine, or if not directly mine, mu idea.

i always felt an injustice when i was caught though

Due to the peculiarities of my particular local council, some primary schools kept their kids until the age of 12 after which they joined 2nd year of secondary school. Mine was such a primary school. When we arrived at the "big" school we had a spelling test to decide which English class (set?) we should be put in. I was accused of cheating on account of being able to spell "subterranean" and "portmanteau". I was made to take another spelling test which, bafflingly, contained exactly the same words as the one I'd been accused of cheating on.

The very next English lesson I had, we had another spelling test. I was ridiculed by the teacher and laughed at by the entire class for (despite apparently being some kind of spelling genius as per my test results) spelling the word described as " 'brooch', as in what a lady might pin to her coat" "b-r-o-o-c-h". Apparently, according to the then-head of English, it's "b-r-o-a-c-h".

Teachers. ****ing idiots.

beefheart, are you Irvine Welsh?

"I do not believe this is your own work"

From a teacher that I liked as a response to a 'pick a photo out of the paper and invent a story'. I spent ages on it and even used my dad's typewriter to do it on so it would look printed.

I had to get a note from my parents to say I'd done it unaided.

She never actually marked it. Probably out of spite.

Bitter, twisted PE teacher who laughed and joined in with the rest of the class chanting "weirdo" at me for the heinous crime of having a birthmark. I have a pathological loathing of schools to this day. He and his mate teacher also used to pick on the weaker kids at games and have them run round and round the fields when everyone else had gone in. How I utterly loathe that man. His twisted pal (famous for kicking kids from behind, very hard) was unsurprisingly done recently for abuse.

Only nearly 40 years ago but my blood is boiling again at the thought.......

Got detention for being late to assembly. I was late as I was having the poo kicked out of me by three older lads. They didn't get in trouble as they were "good lads" (I.e sporty).

Mr leonard who lost my homework and then claimed i never handed it in, then sent me to the deputy head for demanding a receipt overtime i handed my homework in after that.

Being told to stop wearing a Metallica sweatshirt as it wasn't school uniform

I stood up for myself and asked why it was ok for all the other kids to wear MCKenzie jumpers, which were the fashion of the time, as they weren't school uniform either. No answer.

I kept wearing my sweatshirt........**** the police

GCSE PE hockey assessment...i got 6 out of 10
my mate who had a knee injury and didnt do it at all got 9 out of 10.
the teacher at the end of the assessment pointed out that i had performed the best during the assessment in front of the whole class...on the result sheet my score was the lowest.
i got her back a few years later when me and some friends broke into the gym store and emptied everything out onto the gym floor while she had an outdoor PE class...cow deserved much worse!

we had an outdoor toilet at our old house and a white goods retails shop backed onto our house...there were always broken washing machines etc in the back alley. my little sister found a large machine part and decided to stick it in the toilet and it got stuck in the bottom...she blamed me and watched as i took a beating off my dad!

my parents stopped me from going to see Public Enemy at the Manchester Apollo in 1988 cos it was a school night and I was only 14, plus it was difficult to travel from Wrexham to Manchester and back, some friends went though and said it was ace 🙁
Seen them a few times since but this would have been the one gig I wish I had gone to!