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: of course this didn’t happen today. but this story is still very much alive and well told in my family so i get to relive it in all its shameful glory at almost every get together.

i think some backstory is necessary to appreciate the situation, so please bear with me here…

although i am canadian, i grew up in the states. knowing that we’d eventually return to canada to live permanently, my parents were concerned my brothers and i would be behind in our french education. as such, they decided to send us to the episcopal private school that offered french classes starting in kindergarten. 

it was a lovely red brick school with carpeted hallways, small classes, and strict rules designed to create lovely wasp youth.  over the years i attended the school (six in total), i learned to appreciate and assimilate into my environment. that is until 5th grade, my final year at the school.

that year was a frenzy of hormones in my grade. the school administration was at its wits end to stop the secret hand-holding and hugging happening behind the trees of our park-like playground. finally, in consultation with the pta, the school put in place their master plan - the anti-pda rule. 

for anyone who doesn’t know, pdas are public displays of affection. we could no longer touch each other. but at our school, it could have also stood for public discussion of affection, since the rule banned talking about affection too. no more boyfriends and girlfriends, no more crushes. we couldn’t sing about “johnny and katie sitting in a tree…” and there was certainly no “k-i-s-s-i-n-g”. my school had officially outlawed puberty. 

we had been warned that the administration planned to make an example out of the first person that broke the new rule. most of us thought of it as a joke and muttered to one another about old-fashioned values, but for three days no one broke the new rule. 

no one, that is, until my fuck up. standing in line outside at the end of recess waiting to go back into the classroom (we had to line up and march single file everywhere on the property), my friend was blatantly flirting with a boy in my grade. her name isn’t important, but let’s call him steve. without even thinking, i turn to steve and say “oooohhh you like her, don’t you?” 

as soon as i said it, i saw steve's eyes widen gleefully. i just knew he was going to tell. i panicked. “please, please, please don’t say anything steve! they will get me in so much trouble!” he just shook his head slowly and turned his back to me. nothing i said could make him turn around again. 

less than an hour later i was in the principal’s office, bawling about never having been in trouble before. the principal knew this to be true and was sympathetic, but resolved to stand by her promise of making an example out of the first offender. she called my mom to explain my transgression and suspended me for one day. 

while the suspension was awful, what it uncovered and the resulting altercation is what lives on in shameful infamy to this day.

my mom was absolutely livid that i had been suspended. this was back in the days when if you got in trouble at school, it was twice as bad when you got home. so my mom decided to strip absolutely everything from my room. all my toys, my books, my posters of the backstreet boys, my walkman and karaoke machine - everything. convinced i was “boy crazy”, she went through all my stuff looking for evidence. well, reddit, she found it. 

over the years, i had taken to writing my un-confessed love in a series of letters to my various crushes. usually i tore these up into tiny little bits and threw them into various garbage cans around the house, just to be safe. but obviously i had missed one, because there it was, in black and white, to confirm my mother’s suspicions. 

“read it,” she said and handed the love missive to me. 

i looked around at the painstaking prose in my hands, my mother’s eyes boring into me, my grandmother’s disapproving scowl, my brothers anxiously pressing closer to doorway to hear better. 

and in that moment i knew what i had to do. 

i ate it. 

well, i didn’t exactly eat it - i balled it up and kept chewing on it until it was a slobbery, disgusting, and, most importantly, illegible mess. and that is fuck up number two, or maybe three depending on your view. because while i was chewing in satisfaction, feeling triumphant and superior that i had outwitted them all, i finally noticed my family’s dropped jaws and wide open eyes. 

yes, i had saved myself from the mortification of having my brothers hear my pre-teen love letter, something they would have laughed at for a time and soon forgotten. but the fuck up was giving my entire family something much more lasting - the unforgettable image of my declaration of devotion dispatched with dribble.

TIFU by breaking my school’s anti-PDA rule