Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: well, reddit, today i fucked up. contrary to the popular mode, this fuckup did in fact occur today, and i think i may still be a little traumatised.

so, some backstory. i'm a sophomore in high school and, despite being 16, am too lazy to get my drivers licence. today, my dad had to take my sister to a swim meet about 45 minutes out of town, which meant i would somehow have to get to my two-hour piano lesson with a crazy russian lady of my own accord. it's also worth noting that i'm pretty serious about piano, so this lesson was a solid two hours with a pretty intense doctoral student who has a habit of shouting 'that has no quality!' anyway, i hadn't gotten much sleep when i was woken up by my dad to tell me he would have to take my sister to the meet and to give me directions so i could ride my bicycle to the university music building.

i get up about a half an hour later and eat breakfast. at this point it's about 9 and the lesson is at 1:30, so i plop myself down on the piano at 10 and practise for an hour and a half. seeing that i still have about an hour before i have to leave (i was told one hour would be more than enough for this ride) i decide i'll take a bath, then gather up my books and set off. naturally, while in the bath, i inspect reddit and youtube on my phone for cheap entertainment. now things begin to go awry.

i get out of the bath at about 12:20 and put my phone on the toilet while i towel myself off. being a lazy teenager, i throw my towel on the floor and resume getting ready, gathering my books etc. at 12:30 i'm ready to leave and go looking for my phone. i look everywhere, all the normal places, even the top of the toilet, but it's nowhere. after a solid 15 minutes of looking it's 12:45 and i absolutely must leave, so i hop on my bike with no phone and set off.

with a sleep deprived and reddit-befuddled mind, i continue thinking about the mildly interesting posts i read about on r/mildlyinteresting and take a couple turns until i'm on the bike path. a couple miles later, i'm relieved by the sight of my school and a little astounded that its only 1:00 and was a shorter ride than i thought. then realisation - i wasn't going to my school, but to a place i'd never ridden to, which, according to my sleepily received instructions, was in the opposite direction on the bike path. yay.

i call my dad and tell him what's up, and he tells me i should have been heading towards <gym name here> and that he'll try to call my piano teacher so she can contact russian lady, whose phone number my dad lacks. i set off once again, and it's 1:15 by the time i reached the point at which i started, which means i'm supposed to bike 10~15 miles in 15 minutes.

i finally make it to <gym name> and try to recall the instructions from this point - to go further one street and turn right. i go further one street and look to my right but see no trace of university buildings. go another street further. and another. and five more. and 1:45. i turn back around, checking every side street and trying to comprehend just how screwed i am when i decide to head back to <angle brackets are awesome> and use the phone at the gym to call my dad yet again.

when i arrive and ask to use the phone, it takes a while for the woman behind the counter to realise i'm asking to call someone and not use a phone number for my membership, but i eventually manage to call. when he picked up i could tell from the tone of his voice he was earnestly hoping it was not me and that <this gym is so legit> actually had some news for him. alas and alack, it turns out he had actually started back to tucson because the first round was over, so he agreed to pick me up and we conceded to being 45 minutes late.

the worst part of this whole thing is that it turns out the instructions actually had been 'ride up to <the name of that one major street> and then go one past that street.' unfortunately, it turns out i actually rode up to that street during my frantic search and thought, 'it can't be this far.' somehow i didn't recognise the university buildings up ahead. i must have been really freaked out by the lostness. another painful realisation was that my phone had simply slipped off the toilet and been covered up by the towel so it was impervious to my searches. even worse, it turns out that the russian representative to the council of hyperkinetic pain had not slept last night as she had been grading papers and studying for finals. i really could not have chosen a worse time to fuck up. and now i have carpal tunnel from writing the second edition of das kapital on an iphone.

TIFU by having a terrible internal compass