Past Injustices

CHRISNOIR

Still bear the scars of an unfair incident? This is your thread.

Aged around fourteen me and two mates were walking back to school after lunch when one of my mates threw a bottle into the river - he was spotted by a teacher out on his mid-day jog and we all - despite my protests - got put on litter duty! ALL OF US!! HE THREW THE BL**DY BOTTLE IN THERE!! NOT ME!! And yet this utter cretin of a teacher chose to punish all three of us. The utter b*stard. To this day - over fifteen years later (!) - I wish I’d pushed my point more forcefully. Whole thing still sticks in my craw.

Breathe out and rest...

Vent your past injustices here… Cake Stop will absolve you all.*


*Within reason - serious offences / accusations should perhaps be aired elsewhere.

Red Rock

You do realise that you've just started a thread for Jezmo to vent his past injustice

Red Rock

Anonymous

I got the belt at school when I was 11 because of James reid. I still hate him.

antfly

Not long after I started senior school, aged 11, I along with another boy was completely falsely accused of bullying by Neil Brougham. I was summoned by a very angry form master during the lunch hour and given a real grilling. I denied everything as I had no idea what he was talking about and he just got angrier and angrier. Eventually he sent me to the headmaster where I got another going over as he tried to get a confession out of me but I denied everything as I was completely innocent and he had to let me go. The form master clearly didn`t believe my denials and soon after gave me a long detention over something petty which meant I had to travel the 15 miles home in the dark alone. The form master was pretty shitty to me for the next two years whilst the liar and false accuser became teacher`s pet. I never did find out why he made the false accusations but I hope he doesn`t sleep well at nights. That, my friends, is my tale of injustice.

CHRISNOIR

Red Rock wrote:

You do realise that you've just started a thread for Jezmo to vent his past injustice

Red Rock

He needs no help from me - any thread is an opportunity for Jizzmo...

prawny

All mine would be about girls :roll:

Aggieboy

About 40 years ago,while lining up on a concrete path one day, our huge PE teacher mistook who had kicked some mud at the side of it. Grabbing my mate by the ear lobe and lifting him up on tip toes, he proceeded to walk him up and down in the mud and said to him "Where's your sense of humour now Smith*?" To this day I snigger when I hear his reply, "With my Dad coming up to the school tomorrow!" 8)

* name changed to protect the innocent.

Anonymous

Mine was more recent.

When I was a constable I desperately wanted a particular search course that was normally for sergeants and above (in fact in other forces it was mainly inspectors). I would have been one of the first constables in Manchester with this qualification.
I worked really hard for 12 months, going in to work on many days off to help with training etc. to really show I meant business. I volunteered for quite a few unpleasant tasks and eventually I was given a course (residential national course in Kent). I was chuffed to bits, it is pretty prestigious in policeworld. It was my main area of interest in the police too.
The course was to be in the February and in the November I found out I had passed my second Sergeant's exam. They promptly took the course off me as I 'was quite likely to leave the department now,' despite my assurances to the contrary.

The slap in the face was the fact that they then gave the course to a new officer on the unit who had no experience and she admitted had no interest in it what so ever. She did the course and then left the department before me!

Grrrrr.

clanton

CHRISNOIR wrote:

Vent your past injustices here… Cake Stop will absolve you all.*


*Within reason - serious offences / accusations should perhaps be aired elsewhere.

For injustices against me I don't want absolution - I want revenge!

turkeytickler

aged 10 - got stopped from going to a glass blowing exhibition because I slapped (gently) some git who was taking the mick out of my mate for pulling his trousers round his ankles to go for a wee... he told miss that i hit him hard (which i didnt)...

unCivilServant

Not so much a single incident as a vignette of the slow unfolding of realising that 'life isn't fair'...

I could read before I went to primary school (not boasting, it's just that my mum was curious to see if she could teach me, and did so before getting the notice from the school advising parents of new starters NOT to :? :roll: , and yes I really took to it); and arrived aged 4/5 into a class of about 30 where no-one else could read.

Fair enough, the teachers' priority was teaching those other kids the basics rather than dealing with one oddity. But it meant I mostly got left to my own devices, and what help there was from the teachers/assistants could be 'negative'--eg on getting some punctuation slightly wrong, rather than being shown the right way I was just told "Don't bother about that."

Then in school assembly one day, a kid in the year below, John Smith*--who just happened to be the son of a teacher at the school--stood up while the head told his Special News. John was doing so well at school--especially in reading and writing--that he was getting put up a year. Congratulations!

At the time I wanted to poke John Smith through the weird dressing he had covering some kind of eye condition--sure, I was jealous. Happily 30-odd years later I no longer wish him harm; but yeah, am still a little bitter about it.

*Another changed name--probably not related to the pseudonym of Aggieboy's story

ddraver

My mate fell into the swimming pool and blamed it on me - I got left out of the whole session - its pathetic but my god damn god does it wind me up!!!!!

more recently my mangaer - who with this move has firmly cememtn ed himslef as the biggest pes1s on the planet came up to me after i'd (with 2 others) put in near 8 months of unpaid overtime on a project. The technical reviewer had remarked on what a good bit of work i'd done to him and the manager proceeded to grill me for 10 mins on what references I'd copied it from...this despite the fact that this is an entirely new bit of work and in no way could I have copied it from anywhere

AARRGGHHH GOD HELP I have to get out of this job!!

The Chingford Skinhead

School sports day. I'm 15 and the last runner in the 4x400m. We need to finish third. The guy in my team running third-leg starts in second place in the race but drops to equal last when the baton is handed over. I keep ahead of the last guy. We get to the last corner of the track when one of his mates appears to encourage him. I'm hugging the bend. He, with the aid of his mate, cuts off - and I'm not joking - about 15 feet off the corner to pass me and come in third (but only just because I didn't half sprint that last bit with the aim of braining the cheat with my baton). Oddly enough, the teacher on the line didn't see any cheating. He must of thought that in a neck and neck race I'd deliberatley run 15 feet wide of the line to let his pet pupil pass me.

I've tried over the years to bury this (actually rather unimportant) bit of cheating. I know it is unimportant and I know it was over 25 years ago but the injustice just stings me so hard :evil: :roll: :evil:

ademort

We had a teacher at school who was totally obsessed by his new car. Never did a lesson go by without him telling us where he had been the previous weekend and how wonderful a car it is to drive.We thought that we could teach him a lesson for once.So one of our class had a sister who works in the Ads section of our local newspaper and we put an advertisement in the car section offering the car for sale at a greatly reduced price as i need money fast.We also put the telephone number in the Ad with a request to call only in the evening or at weekends.Apparently the teacher had over 200 calls and was furious. I understand the police were involved, but this was 35 years ago, in the days when you could just walk in and put an ad in the paper and pay cash without having to show ID or fear being caught on CCTV. Mind you, the teacher never mentioned the car again and we always had a good laugh about it.
Ademort

Ollieda

My primary school had a pool and we were lucky enough to have swimming lessons (unlike these days where it seems to be standard that kids have swimming lessons in school time). The swimming teacher we had was a ex-pupils mum who was still linked to the school and had been an ex county swimmer or something like that. Unfortunately we had a class of 30 and supposedly the swimming teachers license only allowed her to supervise 25 kids in the pool at any time. So each week when we would turn up 5 of us would be randomly picked by her to not be swimming that week.

After 3 years of swimming lessons held weekly during the summer term, I entered the pool a grand total of 1 time, the last week of term in the last year. Whereupon I was told that I wasn't up to the standard of the other kids and I just had to stay in the shallow end whilst the others got more instruction.

At the time I was too innocent to suspect something was going on and I just though I was unlucky. It wasn't until recently, now that I've decided to teach myself to swim in order to do a triathlon, that I remembered those events and decided to look up that old swimming teacher....turns out she was arrested about 5 years after I left school for a string of racism charges. I should also mention that my brother (3 years above me so the pool was built the year he left) and I were the only 2 coloured kids at the school. Whilst I would rather it wasn't for that reason, looking back on other events that happened at that school it becomes more and more likely.

Oh well, at least it did no lasting effect and Im learning to swim now! (which is quite embarrassing when school kids turn up at the pool and can do about 3 or 4 lengths in the time I can do 1 lol!)