We all have our “whoopsie!” moments. Some are forced to lie to their friends about how their pants got wet, or send their father to the hospital after trying to nurse them and biting their nipples so hard they get infected. Others have to deny being the one who tooted after their fart gets fanned all around Mr. Tanaka’s star dome. To reassure you that such moments happen to all, we compiled a group of embarrassing stories from your fellow classmates. Prepare to squeal with horror, cringe with empathy and cry with joy. And please, they’ve already suffered enough. No teasing.

“I was spending the weekend at my friend’s cabin in Roche Harbor. We decided to go for a run on Saturday and during it we came upon a section of the road with a beach on one side and a swing hanging off of a massive tree on the other. Two little boys and their mom were playing on the swing, so we patiently waited for our turn. At last they left and went to play on the beach. We took turns on the swing for sometime but I was soon confronted with a problematic realization. I actually had to poop.

“Luckily, I had a very bad cold, so I had brought with me a small roll of toilet paper. I proceeded to take care of my business behind the large tree off of which the swing was hanging. Even though the little boys were still playing on the beach and Caroline* was laughing hysterically at how out in the open I was, I felt like I was sufficiently hidden. Then Caroline started to shout at me that the boys were walking over to the swing right now. I told her to cut it out, that it wasn’t funny. The more times she insisted that she was not joking, the more I realized that they actually were walking over to us.

“I pulled up my pants and tried, without success, to cover my mound of toilet paper with dirt and leaves as I screamed at her to go make small talk with the mom. The boys, probably three and five, walked over to the swing anyways. But it turns out, they wanted to explore around the tree instead. Not knowing what else to do, I stood awkwardly over my excretions. After several uncomfortable minutes, I realized there was nothing I could or would do if they decided to be interested in my poo and toilet paper. So I walked away from the scene and smoothly slid up next to Caroline.

“Once we got to the street we booked it back home, but not before looking back about 100 yards away and realizing we could spot the small white mound underneath that memorable tree.”

“I was at my friend’s house and a couple of us were swimming in his pool. Suddenly, he looked at me and pointed at me with a surprise look on his face. I began to look around frantically. ‘What? A bee?’ I said. ‘No, your boob.’ My bikini had shifted to the left a bit to reveal my you-know-what! Luckily the other boys in the pool were laughing at the word boob and didn’t see mine.”

“My freshman year I was in this Dramatic Paws called ID. It was about this guy getting ready for a date and all the different parts of his mind interacting with each other. My character was Inner Child. My costume was this baby blue fleece onesie that was made for someone a good foot shorter than me. It was pretty tight. I was supposed to make this big entrance where I walked down the aisle. Then I tripped halfway. Luckily my costume was fine, so I crawled to the stage and managed to hoist myself up onto stage where I made a really long speech. At the end the character of Sex Drive woke up and screamed ‘Sex! Me! Want! Now!’ before coming over and pushing me down. As I was falling I put my right leg out a little bit and bent it and on the way down I heard a bit of a rip. When I looked down there was a hole about a foot wide over my crotch and butt, which wouldn’t have been that bad because I had boxers on. Unfortunately the onesie had caused the boxers to ride up a little bit so there was some stuff hanging out on stage for everyone to see.”

“It was three days before Winter Ball, and I was very excited. Unfortunately, I was running late for school and had to run to catch the bus. It was an icy day and once I hit the main street I slipped and fell on my face, splitting my lip and cutting my nose. I looked really good at Winter Ball.”

“In middle school, classrooms would alternate picking words of the week, which would then be posted around school. One day, it was my class’s turn to choose a word. My friend decided to play a prank on me and urged me to write ‘fellatio’ on the board (I swear, I had no idea what it meant). My teacher saw it and forced me to write 300 lines of ‘I will not do fellatio,’ while swearing that if other such instances occurred she would show the paper to my parents. She proceeded in calling me the ‘Queen of Sucking’ for the rest of middle school.”

“A few summers ago I was doing a leadership program at a nearby sleepaway camp. One day we all met as a group to talk about what we had been doing and learning. I sat on my friend’s lap, both of us in yoga pants. Suddenly, something struck me as extremely funny and I started laughing harder than I ever have before, causing me to pee my pants. Unfortunately, the thin cotton of yoga pants didn’t allow much of a barrier and it seeped through to my friend’s as well. This of course made us laugh harder, but no one else knew what was going on. We then had to wait through the rest of the meeting, just sitting there in my cold pee.”

“When I was an overly curious third grader, I reached into my desk to find that my pinky fit nicely into the hole at the top of the clipboard. I wondered how far it would go, and managed to get it over my second knuckle. Much to my dismay, however, the teacher soon called for recess and my little finger was stuck pretty good. I was escorted to the nurse’s office where the janitor came in with clippers meant for hedges, not children. The nurse decided that those would not do and called the fire department, who eventually came with appropriately sized pliers.”