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: so to begin, this is a fuck up that started on friday - i am only today enjoying the consequences.

on fridays, i only have two classes in the morning. so last friday, i wake up 15 minutes before the first class starts and feel pretty hungry, (no time for breakfast, as always) so i grab a banana and stuff it into my backpack. i should also say at this point that i'm really disorganized and shove all my shit into the same pouch.

i forget about the banana.

fast forward two hours and i'm walking out of my second class. i go home, set my backpack down in the living room, make lunch. now, most of my homework over the weekend is online, so i didn't have to (and so didn't) touch my backpack at all over the weekend.

today, i wake up, grab a bagel, and eat it on the way to class. so now i'm sitting in class. a little bit into the hour i notice a faint smell. the kid next to me clearly noticed it too, as he was all brow-furrowed, sniffing left and right and shit. now, because i'm an asshole, i instantly assume the smell is coming from him.

ten minutes in, the first clicker question comes up (for those of you who don't know, many professors enforce attendance nowadays by asking questions that you answer with these remotes - that you have to buy, of course - called i-clickers). my clicker is in my backpack, so i reach down and open my backpack to get my clicker. at that moment i realized i was an asshole for automatically blaming the smell on the kid next to me. i also, at first, had no idea what was causing the smell.

it smelled a little soupy, a little bit like death, and kinda fruity. fruity...

banana.

fuck.

i reach in to assess the damage. the banana had made its way to the bottom of my backpack, gotten crushed by my stuff, and turned into mush. upon closer inspection, the entire bottom of my backpack was soaked through with banana fluids. because god is cruel, none of my papers, textbooks (reason #125 piratebay is your friend, kids), or other assorted school things were spared. my clicker, thankfully, still worked, despite being half-buried in chucks of dead banana.

moral of the story, eat your damn bananas.

TIFU by not eating a banana.