When I was in kindergarten, I pooped in my diapers (stopped wearing them when I was in 1st grade). It happened in the middle of our major exam. Since our classroom was air-conditioned, the smell instantly tormented my class. Our teacher asked the class if someone has pooped in their pants. Being a shy kid, I didn't admit I was the evil poopy culprit. The smell got so worse that the teacher postponed our exam for a moment and asked us to form our lines outside. The class beside us was also forming their lines outside, so there was a mini commotion. Apparently, the smell reached their classroom and so the teachers started investigating on where this suspicious smell is coming from. The teachers also asked the school janitors to check the nearby restrooms if there's a clogged toilet.

I think it went on for 15-20 minutes until our teachers allowed us to go back inside and resumed the exam (my poopy smell wasn't that detectible outdoors so they thought everything was ok). Welp, a few minutes later inside the classroom gasp the glorious smell of suffering arise again. Our teacher had enough and so she started interrogating my classmates one by one on our seats. The moment of truth, it was my turn. As soon as my teacher was standing in front of me for 3 seconds, her instant poker face says it all. "It seems like you have pooped in your..." I didn't let her finish her sentence and I started crying out loudly and confessed it was me. Teacher called my grandma to fetch me asap from class. Grandma cleaned me up in the restroom while I'm still wailing loudly. After all those shenanigans, my teacher sent me home and allowed me to take my exams the next day instead.