I was in fifth grade. My mother was a teacher in the same school. So I pretty much spent half of my life at school. Iwas so used to it that it felt safe, like another home. Due to this, I never checked the toilets, feeling free to run in and out of the bathroom at all times. Since I was a hall monitor, I had to shit and run so that I wouldn't be late to class.
When I got to class, the big fat guy in our class told me I had something wierd all over me. I touched myself (not in that way) I found brown on my hand. I asked my teacher about it and she told me to run to my mother. Thankfully, she was - as I have said before - a teacher at the same school. She rushed me into her office (it's like a private work room for 4 teachers whose rooms are connected by it). I had to wait there for half of the school day, so she could spend her lunch getting me fresh clothes.
As it turned out, some asshole had left their shit all over the outside of the toilet bowl, where I couldn't plainly see it, and in my rush I didn't check myself. Thus, the entire school saw me running to class with shit all over me. No one ever brought it up. And I was a nerd in a redneck town, mind you, so that's pretty darn impressive.
That trauma has resulted in me always checking my entire body - even from behind - before I go do anything.
Grats Tenshi and others that got their status updated in the past couple years! ^^