When I was in the 7th grade, there was a trip to Quebec.
On the first night, the teachers came around to make sure that we were all in our rooms, then put a piece of tape over the door and the wall, so they would know who left their room that night.
My friends and I were just too darn excited, and we planned to stay up the whole night. At around 4a.m, my friend went to use the washroom, and… she, well, she clogged the toilet. Really bad. I guess she was too embarrassed to ask for help, so she was in the washroom for a good 30 mins, trying to flush this turd down, to the point that it started over flowing.
She burst out of the washroom freaking out, because the shit water was going everywhere. We needed to leave the room and ask for help. Despite being terrified of being sent home for leaving our room, we left. There were guards in the hall (hired to make sure we were safe.) and we were practically crying, telling them that we needed a maid ASAP.
Remember, we are in Quebec. Everyone speaks french, and we didn’t. We were screaming “SHIT! TURD! TOILET! COME HELP US!” at these French guards at 5 a.m.
Eventually a maid came into our room, and when she opened up the washroom door, she literally screamed “WHO THE FUCK DID THIS?“
The guards, and the maid were just so horrified at this experience, that we all agreed to keep this between us. The guards ended up smoothing the tape down on our door so the teachers would not find out.