Anyone have college/community college memories they're willing to share?

[Water]

What are everyone's community college / university / college memories? I have two:

• walking in the pouring rain on my way to a US history midterm (I had to take off soaked soaks and put paper towels in my wet shoes; even my pants were soaked)
• watching my university beat the crap out of Georgia Southern in a soccer game (6-0) until Georgia Southern managed their only goal the last possible second of the game

[KuariKaydrith]

College:

Showing up to the first day of a general law class stoned out of my mind. A friend and I had the bright idea of spending the hour before class getting baked, and I know it was obvious but I didn't give a damn. Anyhow, the professor obviously knew what was up so he decided to play a little game with us, asking us general questions and focusing on the two of us. My friend freaked the hell out and ran out of the class screaming before the professor started asking me similar questions. I stayed perfectly calm, and at the end he told the class that how I handled myself is the best way to handle things when busted for something stupid. And then he said that he didn't care what I did outside of class but that he'd appreciate it if I didn't show up to his class stoned again. He was actually one of my favourite profs at that school. As for my friend, well, she was convinced that he had it out for her. Which couldn't be furthest from the truth.

University:

Talking about kids in one of my History classes and the professor being convinced that I wasn't being honest about my son also being a university student. She was convinced that I was pulling her leg about even being old enough to have a son as old as I was saying he was and that he was probably over at the campus daycare. Apparently she thought I was in my mid 20s at the most. So I had my son meet me after her class one day and promptly blew her mind. She was very impressed with how polite and well-spoken my son was, and asked me what my secret was for looking so young LOL

[firecat88]

1. The professor who taught my astronomy class was one of my favorites of my entire college experience. He was a former NASA consultant who had an amazing/interesting sense of humor. One day, when Galileo was a major topic of discussion, he actually came to class dressed *as* Galileo. Another day, he came to class as Einstein. Both times, he stayed in-character for the entire class period. Sadly, he passed away about a year before I graduated. They put up a plaque in his honor in front of the financial aid building.
2. In one of my business classes, one of my classmates got up to leave the room during the day's lecture. Dude got as far as where my desk was before he just passed out. Like, if he had fallen only a few inches to the right, he would've landed on the desk. Everyone freaked out. It was one of the scariest things I'd seen happen on campus. And that's coming from someone who can count all the haunted buildings on campus and name several of the ghosts. By pure luck, one of the nursing students happened to be in a class a few rooms down, so someone went and got her. I didn't know what to do, so I just went to the vending machine down the hall to get the guy a bottle of water. Class let out early, but I went back to the prof's office later and found out that the guy had blacked out because he hadn't eaten in over 12 hours.

[Crossbow]

The first two years of college for me were pretty much living the movie "Real Genius." We pulled pranks and stuff like that constantly...

Let's see...

1: Submitting a Room Modification Form so we could put in an inground pool on the 5th floor of the building. We only needed one more signature before we could do it with school blessing.

2: Wiring the dorm wall into one great big amplifier and blasting showtunes out the window at 1 in the morning.

3: One of our chemistry professors always wore thee bad, ancient camelhair suits to class. Constantly. The only time he didn't was on exam days. Then he looked like a lumberjack: plaid flannel shirt, jeans with suspenders, and work boots. Day of the final exam, he walks into the lecture hall dressed like an extra from Monty Python's Lumberjack song, turns around, and sees an entire class of 80+ people, all wearing camelhair suits. I'm glad he had a sense of humor. We might have broken him if he didn't...

Those are the ones I can remember quickly.

[Jay 2K Winger]

I took some classes at NOVA (NOrthern VirginiA community college) and had this one teacher for some of my computer classes. He had some funny stories about some previous classes he'd taught, but he also found this little comic strip I drew once, back in the days when websites still had "guestbooks." The gag was a guy was visiting a conspiracy theory site and it was ranting and warning against anyone who asks for your identity, and concluded with "Please sign my guestbook."

Teacher liked it enough that he asked to make a copy of it and had a transparency made of it so he could share it with other classes.

[jedimaster91]

My college algebra class was awful. To preface, the last two math classes I took in high school were AP Statistics and AP Physics, so college algebra was a huge step down for me. I also went to the local community college because it was cheaper and they didn't really know what to do with me since my test scores were so high. I was told by the counselor people that algebra was "required" for my major. And because it was "required" I was not able to test out of it. I later found out that wasn't true, which only infuriated me more. But I digress. Anyhow, we would get take home quizzes that would have extra credit questions from the next chapter. For one of them (solving a logarithmic exponent), I couldn't get my fancy calculator to do what I wanted it to to solve it graphically, so I did it the long way. By hand. Cuz I could still remember how. But I wasn't entirely sure I did it right, so I showed it to my teacher and asked her if I was on the right track. She looked at my paper then looked down her nose at me and in the haughtiest tone you can imagine said, "I have not taught you how to do that yet." As if a student could dare possess knowledge she herself did not bestow. I quit paying attention at all in that class from then on. If I could have gotten away with not going to class and only showing up for tests, I would have.

I also hated my physics teacher. He thought he was hilarious and was always laughing at his own jokes. But he was a terrible teacher. The only reason I did half as well as I did in his class is again, I took AP physics in high school (even though I did horribly), so I was familiar enough with the concepts to muddle through. My high school class was waaaaaaaay more difficult, though.

Later on when I was actually in classes for my major, we took a class trip down to New Orleans because the national society's meeting was there that year and they had a huge review for the NMTCB board exams. We got to talking in class one day and discovered I was the youngest class member. At the time, I was 20. My teacher jerked around from the papers she was grading and in a rather terrified tone asked if I was going to be turning 21 before the trip. Because she was not taking me if I wasn't. I had to reassure her that yes, I would be of age before going even though I don't drink anyway.

While we were down in NOLA, some of my classmates went clubbing. Our hotel was within walking distance of Bourbon St and I wanted nothing to do with the debauchery, so one of the guys who didn't want to go either was kind enough to walk me back from a vendor party. So this story is second-hand from my (rather inebriated) classmates. So they went into a club and through the course of the evening, one of them lost a lens out of her glasses. Board exam prep was scheduled for the next day, so of course she was quite apprehensive about taking a practice exam without being able to see the questions. Another girl--in her drunken bravery--declared I GOT DIS and went back into the club to look for the lens. Miraculously, she found it and all was well. And hilariously enough, despite not having been there myself, I'm the only one who remembers this little tale.

[pudddykat]

First two years of college were in a northwest college and after sophomore year I transferred to Cal State San Marcos.

A fond memory is walking across campus in the snow to get hot chocolate. Then later that day at the airport I prayed my plane wouldn't be delayed too long or canceled. I made it to southern Cali where my parents had recently moved.

At the first college I lived in the 8 floor all girl building. luckily I lived both years on the fourth floor. Every time an idiot caused a fire alarm we had to evacuate and then the elevators would be down for a bit so up the stairs we go to get back to our rooms. Students/RA's rotated at the front desk (not the most observant people as their focus was split between homework, reading, dying their hair...etc. People had to sign in to go upstairs to visit with a dorm dweller. We also had a huge lobby that people hung out in most nights. From the lobby you can get to the first floor kitchen and then through to the elevators without ever being seen. Yup tight security. /sarcasm on: Its not like we were just outside one of the more dangerous parts of the city or anything. /end sarcasm

Oh it gets better. Over the spring break there was series of minor thefts in some first floor dorm rooms. Things of no real value. My first thought was the thief just wanted to show he'd been there and there was a good chance of an escalation to worse. Not too much changed. The summer after sophomore year I moved southern Cali and was living with my parents for awhile.

The dorm building was being watched by two, count em TWO female students who lived there. Now remember that big lobby? That meant that it was used for events. Which kind of makes the card reader on the front door null and void because you just had to be there when it was opened up. One of the two students was raped and strangled to death. They found the killer and tricked him into coming back into the US and busted his sorry ass. She knew him. They never did link it to the thefts but I have no doubt.

@Jedi ME TOO! Background: I went to a college prep private Catholic high school. Yes there were nuns, who were all very nice. They also taught comprehensive sex-ed. Of course, abstinence was the preferred option but boy oh boy did they teach you everything. Lets just say the picture of what we called the cauliflower um... male nether region was infamous.

Anyway the point of that is to say by the end of HS I had gone up through pre-calc. Anyway to transfer to CSUSM they wanted me to take college algebra. Because, you know, the college statistics course I took at the other college didn't use ANY algebra whatsoever./sarcasm

Luckily the prof realized it was a waste of time for both of us for me to sit through class. I turned in the homework took quizzes/tests but otherwise didn't really have to go. I also opted to test out of basic computer class. I had been doing computers since junior high. (Way back when the dinosaurs roamed and all we had was the black and white macs) but I digress (to borrow a quote from Sophia Petrillo)

Now the deal was I had to pass college algebra to be able to register online. Well I found out that they locked me out of registration because they wanted to wait for the final grade. Seriously? By then It would be near impossible to get my classes. I explained countless times my final grade was obvious to some nitwit who kept saying no. I kept pushing and got an appointment with the person above her. I was forced to cut out of a class early to meet with her which may have cost me an attendance point. I get to the office explain yet again. She checks computer sees grade, yeah no problem we'll unlock that. Five minutes tops. Really? If the nitwit would have listened and tried to comprehend I would have been saved the trouble.

Ok I think I have rambled enough.

[Sapphire Silk]

I remember a water pistol battle that transformed rapidly into an arms race.

We started out with generic water pistols. I, however, had a battery powered Uzi water pistol that fired a continuous stream of water (this was in the pre super soaker days); it is quite realistic looking and I still have it.

So somewent and got bigger water guns to get me back with. We ended up moving on to water balloons, and finally to water thermonuclear devices (aka, a garbage bag filled with water, dropped from a window on the unsuspecting.

Good times, good times

[Jay 2K Winger]

water thermonuclear devices (aka, a garbage bag filled with water, dropped from a window on the unsuspecting.)

The dihydrogen monoxide bomb is one of the world's deadliest weapons of mass hydration.

[Kit-Ginevra]

Please remind me if pudddykat ever offers 'cauliflower cheese' decline...

[Gilhelmi]

@Jedi ME TOO! Background: I went to a college prep private Catholic high school. Yes there were nuns, who were all very nice. They also taught comprehensive sex-ed. Of course, abstinence was the preferred option but boy oh boy did they teach you everything. Lets just say the picture of what we called the cauliflower um... male nether region was infamous.

Oh, I do love the Catholics. The best Nuns have a great since of humor.

On to my tale, it involves fire.

In their defense, everyone in the male dorm asked them to turn off the fire alarm. Myself included.

[bbbr]

Had a Adjunct Professor with an intense dislike of Judge Judy- turns out he was a Small Claims Court Judge and she "stole" (his words) a particularly juicy case he wanted. He was still bitter 4 years later.

Another one found out his contract wasn't being renewed so he decided to see just how many forests he could slay by not teaching with a text book and instead giving each student a 20+ page photocopied handout every class for the entire semester. One day he passed each of us a book he photocopied...

[wolfie]

Had a Adjunct Professor with an intense dislike of Judge Judy- turns out he was a Small Claims Court Judge and she "stole" (his words) a particularly juicy case he wanted. He was still bitter 4 years later.

I thought judges weren't supposed to have a personal interest in the cases they try. It's bad form for them to want to handle a particular case.

[morgana]

Good: The 'demonstrate something' speech class for the English requirement. The next person up after me saying, quote, "Jesus, I have to follow THAT?!?" After I gave a talk on the history of belly dance. With a three-minute performance . . .

Bad: The head of the psych department, who was mentoring me for my double major, saying in a Thursday night class that psychologists had the highest suicide rate in America. Then shooting himself the following Saturday morning . . .

[Jester]

I have tons of college memories, of all thes, from class stuff to bomb threats to parties to road trips to bars to illegal stuff to seeking public office to drunken insanity to MacGuyver to bungee jumping to college radio to concerts to spaghetti night to pranks to football games to speed drinking to you name it.

Good lord, I could throw out stories on almost any subject from college. What can I say? I don't lead a boring life, and I went to Arizona Freaking State.