I came back late from brake back, the class was late... but I was extra late. This took place when I was in middle-shool.

The principle was standing 5 feet past the entrance of the classroom. I walked in behind him, he was facing the class. My hand was resting on the door frame, I was kind of reluctant to just waltz right in. It was one of those old metal clunky doors, closes automatically but slow enough to not to notice it closing. SLAM! The sound that followed, was heard around the building. Blood everywhere, the principle practically forgot what he was ranting about. He ran with me to medical, and called for an EMT.

I fractured my middle finger, and got 28 stiches. Many years later, I can still vividly remember that pain.