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>Have cheap Eevee figurine I love with all my heart
>Play with it all the time with the other kids and their figurines
>Kept it in this special case so it wouldn't get lost
>Once I asked my teacher (who was great and chill) to mind it for me since its case had been broken and I was paranoid about something happening to it
>I take it off her desk at the end of the lesson, put it in my pocket and forget about it
>Later on the Eevee is not in my pocket and is nowhere to be found
>I honestly can't remember taking it from her desk so I told my parents I thought something must have happened to it at school
>They ring up the teacher, she blames herself and pays for a replacement
>She still feels awful about it because she knew how much I'd loved that specific figurine and how I'd always draw pictures of it and shit
>It's only years later that I think back and recognize my own fuckup
>The shame is indescribable
We stayed cool after that, but it was total crap that a great teacher like her did everything right, went above and beyond the call of duty, and ended up being blamed and humiliated over something that was entirely something I forgot in my shortsighted panic over a dumb toy.
