<human>: So this happened a while ago when I was still in middle school, but it still remains the biggest facepalm moment of my life. Anyways, where I went to school, we had one teacher for every subject. Whoever taught our homeroom also taught PE. I was never really close with my teacher, but he didn't really hate me either (I think), so we kinda had this greet-eachother-in-the-hall relationship.

One day, near the end of the year, we had a gymnastics class. Our equipment was all adequate except for the mats. They were made of the coarsest pieces of straw you could ever find. Naturally, someone was going to get hurt, I just didn't know it was me. I was about to do the hurdle when I suddenly had the bright idea of raising the height to the max (It's pretty obvious where I'm going with this now). So I ran up to the hurdle, (attempted to) jump over it, caught my leg on it, and proceeded to do what was equivalent of a floor burn on a straw mat, with my face. After that, I was taken to the nurse's office to clean the wound and whatnot.

When my mom came to pick me up, she naturally asked me what on earth happened to my face. For some stupid reason, I blamed it on Mr. Cooper (my teacher), I even started crying too, making a show out of it. After dropping me home, she went to the school and demanded an apology from Mr. Cooper. Obviously, he denied doing anything. It got so intense to a point where my mom threatened a lawsuit and get him fired. (Apparently, Mr. Cooper's wife got involved too.) Eventually, my mom found out the truth and decided to just up and away from that school forever. I still keep in contact with some of the friends since to them, I just decided to leave on a whim.

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<bot>: I fucked up my own face on a straw mat and blamed it on my teacher, which almost got him fired, until all parties found out the truth.