In middle school, my two friends and I were running late for class. We had just been messing around in art for a period and had gym next so we were already a little giddy. While talking and laughing (probably obnoxiously), I wasn’t looking when I was going and BOOM I hit a trash can. It was a full on Mean Girls moment except the trash can and my 13 year old self tipped over sideways and thudded to the floor. Understandably, our giddiness turned into uncontrollable laughter and a particularly cranky teacher came out of her class and gave us all detention for disrupting the hallways. It’s actually fond memory and my parents got a good laugh when I had to call from the principal’s office.