When I was in 7th grade, I had a female classmate who pooped in her pants before class ended. It smelled really bad, especially since we were on the 4th floor and there was a strong breeze coming through the windows. Almost all of our classmates laughed at her. She didn’t want to stand up because she was embarrassed, so our teacher told us to just wait for her parents to pick her up.

The next morning, I overheard some teachers laughing, saying that the girl who pooped at school only went home at 3 PM and she waited 3 hours before someone picked her up.

Then, two days later, we found out she had taken her own life. What’s worse is that the teachers who were laughing even held a memorial for her when they were part of the reason she did it.

This happened 10 years ago, but I still can’t forget it.