User blog comment:Darthkenobi0/Crazy Shit We Do!/@comment-1376519-20100503011541

In my Technology class in Middle school (or woodshop, whatever you call it), I once dropped a ruler and I went down to pick it up. When I stood back up, I forgot that there was a cabinet right above me. My head hit the pointy corner, and soon I had to get to the hospital to get it stitched. Turns out, it was one of the only accidents in woodshopt that year. Considering the amount of sharp objects in the room, it made me feel special.