Share your college horror stories

[Jellly]

Well this isn't quite my own story but one of my friends:

Basically the guy is terrible at public speaking, so bad that he would physically become ill etc. One of his midterm exams was that he had to speak in front of an audience. He decided to go to a doctor and he got prescribed these pills that really calmed him down. So much so that he actually became addicted to them for a while and so the doctor kept giving them because the guy said they helped him talk in large groups (technically they did, but he didn't need for everyday use).

Anyway along comes the midterm exam and he pops on of the pills before he has to speak so the effect will set in. When there is only 10 minutes before he has to speak and he still is nervous as all hell he takes a few more. He never said how many, mainly because he blacked out I think. Later on some other people said that he did his speech brilliantly, then went back to his seat and passed out for an hour. After that he walked to the train through the city, caught the correct train and eventually woke up at the end of the line, which thankfully was his station. He remembered nothing of most of the day so he flipped his shit when he woke up on the train. He decided to stop taking the pills now because of that.

Hmm, sounds less exciting when somebody types it out rather than telling it in person. Ah well

 

[Skillswords]

As a high school senior reading this, i'm getting terrified...
I'm still going to college, but this is quite demoralizing

 

[Cabisco]

I had pants on, my friend did not (edit for 'mericans: by pants I mean boxers, my friend was completely naked).

now just curious (not saying you're right or i'm wrong or anything, just curious) what do you call sweatpants in the UK?

such as these:

Trackies or I believe those would be Joggers. It's all batshit insane over here.

 

[Myndnix]

Well, there was this one time I got really into a discussion of Batman (the first Tim Burton film, that is) with my friends, and while enacting the scene where the Joker shoots down the Batwing with his gigantic revolver, I stumbled backward into a fire alarm and broke the glass, setting the alarm off.
The entire campus building had to be evacuated and authorities were called, but thankfully I was never caught. I still feel sort of guilty about it, though, even if it was an accident.
Then there was the time I had to drop out due to being seriously ill. I'm better now though, worry not.
But that still sucked.

 

[bliebblob]

Spoiler: The kinda sad story

Just this week I had to give a presentation and it wasn't fnished at all.

I finished it by about 5 a.m. and I had to present it at 9 a.m. so I didn't dare go to sleep for fear of my alarm not waking me. (A feat I have performed more than once and is slowly becoming my new superpower.)

So I just sat there... for 4 hours... Than I had to present it without giving away there was about a 50/50 chance of me falling asleep halfway through the powerpoint.

Crappy times, but I pulled it off.

Spoiler: The epic maneuver

One fine day in the lab, the professor kept reminding us to wash our hands at the end of the experiment, over and over and over.
At the end, I washed my hands and immediatly after she pops out around the corner and goes "you washed your hands right???"
Me: *sigh* Yes mommy...
She: Oy! I'm not that old! What's your full name and student number? (this is only asked if a professor intends to punish the crap out of you)
Me: *gives the name and number of a classmate, with a perfectly straight face*

No worries though, the prof obviously appreciated my mommy joke so the whole asking for my number thing was just her playing along. Noone actually got punished.

 

[MonkeyGH]

As a high school senior reading this, i'm getting terrified...
I'm still going to college, but this is quite demoralizing

If it makes you feel any better, I basically fixed everything I missed yesterday today by talking to my instructors. They either let me retake everything or gave me another chance for an upcoming day. If you have a good rep with your instructors, you get a little extra leeway. That means working hard and no sir/ma'am, yes sir/ma'am.

It's not all bad.

 

[RJ 17]

For some reason as an English major I had to take four semesters of Spanish. In the second semester, there was a project in which we had to pair up with someone and come up with a five-minute "skit" in which we hold a conversation in Spanish with all the vocab words and such we had learned. At this point, I was in my 3rd year, and I don't know much Spanish at all. So I told my partner - a first year student - straight up "Look, can read and talk in Spanish, though I'll have no comprehension of what's being said. If you come up with a script, I can memorize it and just spout it out and we'll both get a good grade."

Well he didn't get the script to me till the night before, which meant that I literally had to pull an all-nighter (from midnight to 6:30 in the morning) memorizing a script writen in Spanish. Now, luck of the draw had us as the last presentation, which the teacher decided to let us do in her office before one of her classes rather than taking time out of our class for one more "skit". So we go into her office and do her thing. I've done some acting in some plays, so memorizing lines isn't that hard for me. Things go smoothly until we get to about the last two pages of dialogue....and I hit a brick wall. I had absolutely no idea what came next, and since I didn't really understand what we were talking about - rather I was just spouting out what might as well have been jibberish to me - I couldn't even try to bullshit my way through.

But fate saved me that day, because literally right when I hit the realization that I was 100% stuck and had no clue what to say next, the teacher looked at the clock and says. "Very well done gentlemen, you guys did great, but I've got a class starting in a few minutes so I'm going to have to cut you off there." We ended up getting an A on it. :3

 

[lacunadexter]

I once had the easiest class at my university. All of the exams were multiple choice and my professor gave us the questions about a week before each exam. Students were supposed to answer the questions on their own, bring in their own answer key and then fill out the scantron sheet. About three hours before my semester final, I was reviewing my answer key on my computer and we had a power outage. The outage corrupted my file and I had to redo my answer key. I worked like a demon for two and a half hours, but there were 200 questions and I didn't get the last 70-ish done. I took the exam with an incomplete answer key, guessing on the last 70 questions. Towards the end of the class, my professor uncharacteristically asked us all to turn in our answer keys with our names written on them. She saw that I was trying to leave without turning mine in, so I feigned ignorance and shoved mine in the middle of the stack with no name on it. I failed the exam and subsequently the class.

wait maybe i'm misunderstanding you..but why did you not turn it in with your name on it?

I didn't want my professor to know that I had an unfinished answer key. Granted, if everyone else put their name on their answer key, she probably guessed which was mine. I just felt very ashamed of myself.

 

[gmaverick019_v1legacy]

For some reason as an English major I had to take four semesters of Spanish. In the second semester, there was a project in which we had to pair up with someone and come up with a five-minute "skit" in which we hold a conversation in Spanish with all the vocab words and such we had learned. At this point, I was in my 3rd year, and I don't know much Spanish at all. So I told my partner - a first year student - straight up "Look, can read and talk in Spanish, though I'll have no comprehension of what's being said. If you come up with a script, I can memorize it and just spout it out and we'll both get a good grade."

Well he didn't get the script to me till the night before, which meant that I literally had to pull an all-nighter (from midnight to 6:30 in the morning) memorizing a script writen in Spanish. Now, luck of the draw had us as the last presentation, which the teacher decided to let us do in her office before one of her classes rather than taking time out of our class for one more "skit". So we go into her office and do her thing. I've done some acting in some plays, so memorizing lines isn't that hard for me. Things go smoothly until we get to about the last two pages of dialogue....and I hit a brick wall. I had absolutely no idea what came next, and since I didn't really understand what we were talking about - rather I was just spouting out what might as well have been jibberish to me - I couldn't even try to bullshit my way through.

But fate saved me that day, because literally right when I hit the realization that I was 100% stuck and had no clue what to say next, the teacher looked at the clock and says. "Very well done gentlemen, you guys did great, but I've got a class starting in a few minutes so I'm going to have to cut you off there." We ended up getting an A on it. :3

haha ohhh that is lucky/awesome, I was the same way with german, would memorize entire pages of gibberish not knowing a damn thing.

I once had the easiest class at my university. All of the exams were multiple choice and my professor gave us the questions about a week before each exam. Students were supposed to answer the questions on their own, bring in their own answer key and then fill out the scantron sheet. About three hours before my semester final, I was reviewing my answer key on my computer and we had a power outage. The outage corrupted my file and I had to redo my answer key. I worked like a demon for two and a half hours, but there were 200 questions and I didn't get the last 70-ish done. I took the exam with an incomplete answer key, guessing on the last 70 questions. Towards the end of the class, my professor uncharacteristically asked us all to turn in our answer keys with our names written on them. She saw that I was trying to leave without turning mine in, so I feigned ignorance and shoved mine in the middle of the stack with no name on it. I failed the exam and subsequently the class.

wait maybe i'm misunderstanding you..but why did you not turn it in with your name on it?

I didn't want my professor to know that I had an unfinished answer key. Granted, if everyone else put their name on their answer key, she probably guessed which was mine. I just felt very ashamed of myself.

oh gotcha, I've had that shitty feeling before, somehow it feels like teachers eyes magnetize to the one person in the room (consequently always you) who didn't have something *quite* right or in your case, incomplete key.

 

[WolfThomas]

Back in medical school there was a Paediatrician. One of our final year examiners and a pretty stern teacher to the students. I got to sit in with him one day. I managed to in two hours 1. Move a chair he thought was behind him so he fell over. 2. Spill the coffee he graciously bought me all over his desk and 3. when a patient had the same name as me I responded to his request to jump on the weighing scales.

The guy must of thought I was mentally disabled.

Fortunately later in the year I knew everything about the station he ran for the exam and I think he was surprised how competent I could be.

I've just realized he might be my boss the year after next...crap.

 

[kannibus]

Had a Biochem Lab that ran for six hours and started at five fucking AM. Showed up of course, but I found that I kept dozing off every time I was waiting for my assay to run. The only reason that goddamn lab was so early and so long was because it took so long to get our results. Thus I brought with me a bottle of Gatorade with the Gatorade replaced by wine. By seven AM I was too shit faced to care how that bloody lab went.

Good times.

 

[Rose and Thorn]

I had this friend I considered my "best friend". He was my "best friend" for seven years. Probably one of my favorite times with him was getting drunk together at a local college pub. One of the only times we got drunk together because he was ashamed of being my friend. He ditched me for people he deemed "cooler", he was jealous when I hungout with other people, he never cared how I felt or what I thought, and everything was always about him.

That is my college HORROR story, because it is horrible that one of my favorite times with this long time friend happened at a college pub filled with alphas and assholes.

I never studied at college, so this is really the only story I have of college and it is pretty horrible.

 

[Rose and Thorn]

*Double post*

 

[Strazdas]

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and this is why you need redundancy. couldnt you just ask a friend to send you his those 3 hours ago? if it was a multiple choice it should be identical.

we had a party, and at one point a guy puked all over behind the house. then he went on to find a shovel to "dig it under" but once he finally did it (in about 2 hours no less) we found a guy sleeping in it and the puker was so drunk he started digging dirt over the guy until we stopped him. Sometimes its good to be the sober guy in a drunk party, who knows how it would have ended.
there was another time where a pillow fight (between men) turned into bed fights. as in beds were flying. it was a miracle noone got seriously hurt.