Moments of stupidity

[Mouzafphaerre]

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I made so much a fool of myself today that I want to share it with you.

I needed to have x-ray and ultra-sonography (Doppler Scan) taken, so I headed to my favourite hospital and arranged an appointment. The nurse told me to bring some water with me.

Now, this is the real story, so I must tell you in its original language. She told me: "500 ml. küçük su getirin", which literally translates "bring 500 ml. of little/small water." Obviously for an averagely sane person (not me ~D) she meant a small, 500 ml. bottle of water. However, in colloquial use "küçük su" (little water) is used for piss, so I filled a 500 ml. bottle with my natural beer and went to the hospital. Every single time the nurse saw me approaching, she was having hard time not to giggle. :laugh4:
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[Husar]

:laugh4:

Unfortunately, my latest stupidity was a lot more severe, but maybe it'll make you feel better.

I have 2 different math courses at uni, called Math 1 and 2, for the last exams I signed up to write math 2 and learned all the things I thought I had learned for the previous try, which I had failed. I was quite confident on the day of the exam and happy that I'd most likely be done with one of those two math exams until I saw my friends and they talked about completely different stuff... Needless to say I was out of the room very quickly since I had learned the wrong material. :wall:

I don't know why but my memory was off by half a year(the two courses rotate like that), a simple look at the webpage or so would have opened my eyes before it was too late but for some reason I trusted my memory to be correct and didn't check. :oops:

Shouldn't happen again. :wall:

[Mouzafphaerre]

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I remember almost entering the wrong computer class's exam back in uni. Survived at the last minute and got something > 90. ~D
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[Louis VI the Fat]

:laugh4:

Unfortunately, my latest stupidity was a lot more severe, but maybe it'll make you feel better.

I have 2 different math courses at uni, called Math 1 and 2, for the last exams I signed up to write math 2 and learned all the things I thought I had learned for the previous try, which I had failed. I was quite confident on the day of the exam and happy that I'd most likely be done with one of those two math exams until I saw my friends and they talked about completely different stuff... Needless to say I was out of the room very quickly since I had learned the wrong material. :wall:

I don't know why but my memory was off by half a year(the two courses rotate like that), a simple look at the webpage or so would have opened my eyes before it was too late but for some reason I trusted my memory to be correct and didn't check. :oops:

Shouldn't happen again. :wall:Yeah, I know what you mean. This happened to me as well!!

Two years ago, I had a neurolinguistics class. And I had to study hard. I bought books, got out of bed to go to lectures, the lot. Rough times. I studied, like, hard, for almost two weeks or something. :no: ~:mecry:

Then, it was D-Day: examination.

So I went. But, silly bugger that I am, like you I went to the wrong place. I ended up at a neurosurgery examination. Man, was that tough! At first, it all went went fine. The multiple choice questions were difficult, but I made up for it by writing a brilliant essay out of the top of my head about capillary telangectasias as a major vascular malformation. I remembered reading about that a few years earlier. :book:

But the hard part was after the break. Practicum. I mean, already had an inkling that something was maybe wrong, what with the questions seemingly being so unrelated to all the stuff I studied about my neurolinguistic course on Wikipedia. But...practicum!? But I was there anyway, so I thought, well what the heck. Might as well finish it, test my luck a bit.

I expected a doll or something, but no, they brought in this old woman, under narcosis. And handed me these...tools. So now I was like: 'Oh my God!' I don't know if you've ever seen 'Saw', hospital horror movies? Something like that, but worse. Little drills, saws, scissors, in all sorts of sizes and shapes.
It was brilliant fun! I totally kept my cool and pretended I knew what I was doing. Little inciscion here, a cut there. I didn't have a clue what was going on, but I pretended I had studied her file, because by now, well I wanted to pass this exam, thought it was a fun challenge. 'Shall I remove some of this redundant tissue here, prof? According to Perrault and Arouet this will reduce craniosynostosis..'
The profesors thought I was really impressive, knowing so many extra-curricular information and all, so they gave me a free hand. In the end, I got top marks for it!

Okay, I am rambling on a bit. I guess there should be a moral. Maybe, err, that just because you end up at a completely unrelated examination doesn't mean you don't stand a chance. Bluff will get you a long way.

(Small language edit - Beirut)

[AntiochusIII]

Louis, you are now official my new hero. :2thumbsup:

Did that old woman die in the operation?

And, slightly more serious: If you wander into the wrong room, took the test, and somehow passed it -- is it just a quirky little story for a good conversation or can you actually get a credit out of that?

[Husar]

Ok, maybe someone missed the great shame in my story, math one is in the winter semester and math 2 is in the summer semester, I was in the correct room, just half a year too late(or early). :laugh4:
And no, bluffing hardly works in mathematics, no way would I have gotten anything correct there. :shrug:

But very interesting story Louis. :2thumbsup:

[Vladimir]

I expected a doll or something, but no, they brought in this old woman, under narcosis. And handed me these...tools. So now I was like: 'Oh my God!' I don't know if you've ever seen 'Saw', hospital horror movies? Something like that, but worse. Little drills, saws, scissors, in all sorts of sizes and shapes.
It was brilliant fun! I totally kept my cool and pretended I knew what I was doing. Little inciscion here, a cut there. I didn't have a clue what was going on, but I pretended I had studied her file, because by now, well I wanted to pass this exam, thought it was a fun challenge. 'Shall I remove some of this redundant tissue here, prof? According to Perrault and Arouet this will reduce craniosynostosis..'



Whoa! ~:eek: Did you perform brain surgery on a little old lady without having actually attended the class? And what's this about studying on Wiki?

[Ice]

Ok, maybe someone missed the great shame in my story, math one is in the winter semester and math 2 is in the summer semester, I was in the correct room, just half a year too late(or early). :laugh4:
And no, bluffing hardly works in mathematics, no way would I have gotten anything correct there. :shrug:

But very interesting story Louis. :2thumbsup:

Lmao

Didn't you ever attend class?

[pevergreen]

Yeah, I know what you mean. This happened to me as well!!

Two years ago, I had a neurolinguistics class. And I had to study hard. I bought books, got out of bed to go to lectures, the lot. Rough times. I studied, like, hard, for almost two weeks or something. :no: ~:mecry:

Then, it was D-Day: examination.

So I went. But, silly bugger that I am, like you I went to the wrong place. I ended up at a neurosurgery examination. Man, was that tough! At first, it all went went fine. The multiple choice questions were difficult, but I made up for it by writing a brilliant essay out of the top of my head about capillary telangectasias as a major vascular malformation. I remembered reading about that a few years earlier. :book:

But the hard part was after the break. Practicum. I mean, already had an inkling that something was maybe wrong, what with the questions seemingly being so unrelated to all the stuff I studied about my neurolinguistic course on Wikipedia. But...practicum!? But I was there anyway, so I thought, well what the heck. Might as well finish it, test my luck a bit.

I expected a doll or something, but no, they brought in this old woman, under narcosis. And handed me these...tools. So now I was like: 'Oh my God!' I don't know if you've ever seen 'Saw', hospital horror movies? Something like that, but worse. Little drills, saws, scissors, in all sorts of sizes and shapes.
It was brilliant fun! I totally kept my cool and pretended I knew what I was doing. Little inciscion here, a cut there. I didn't have a clue what was going on, but I pretended I had studied her file, because by now, well I wanted to pass this exam, thought it was a fun challenge. 'Shall I remove some of this redundant tissue here, prof? According to Perrault and Arouet this will reduce craniosynostosis..'
The profesors thought I was really impressive, knowing so many extra-curricular information and all, so they gave me a free hand. In the end, I got top marks for it!

Okay, I am rambling on a bit. I guess there should be a moral. Maybe, err, that just because you end up at a completely unrelated examination doesn't mean you don't stand a chance. Bluff will get you a long way.

(Small language edit - Beirut)
One of the best stories i have ever read.

[CaesarAugustus]

I expected a doll or something, but no, they brought in this old woman, under narcosis. And handed me these...tools. So now I was like: 'Oh my God!' I don't know if you've ever seen 'Saw', hospital horror movies? Something like that, but worse. Little drills, saws, scissors, in all sorts of sizes and shapes.
It was brilliant fun! I totally kept my cool and pretended I knew what I was doing. Little inciscion here, a cut there. I didn't have a clue what was going on, but I pretended I had studied her file, because by now, well I wanted to pass this exam, thought it was a fun challenge. 'Shall I remove some of this redundant tissue here, prof? According to Perrault and Arouet this will reduce craniosynostosis..'
The profesors thought I was really impressive, knowing so many extra-curricular information and all, so they gave me a free hand. In the end, I got top marks for it!

That is the single most amazing story I have ever heard in my life!

Uuuh you didn't kill the old lady, right?:sweatdrop:

[Husar]

Lmao

Didn't you ever attend class?
Maybe once or twice at the beginning of the semester, like I said in another thread, I don't understand what these professors explain, apparently a good book about the subject is 100 times better than sitting there getting confused/bored.
That's mathematics and me, some classes are quite good and some people even understand what the professor explains in math. :shrug:

[Whacker]

A week or two back, was driving around w/the Mrs. doing errands, we decided to stop by the house to get some stuff to return. Plan was to leave the truck running in the driveway and run inside and grab stuff real quick.

Welps

I kinda forgot to put the truck in park. So I was halfway out of the door when it started to lurch forward. It was about 1 ft from the back of my wife's Civic when I managed to slam on the brake. It wasn't really going very fast, and it only went about 5 ft or so, but it was still pretty hairy. Of course I caught hell for that the rest of the day while we did errands... Sheesh.

[L'Impresario]

Originally Posted by Louis VI the Fat
Yeah, I know what you mean. This happened to me as well!!

Two years ago, I had a neurolinguistics class. And I had to study hard. I bought books, got out of bed to go to lectures, the lot. Rough times. I studied, like, hard, for almost two weeks or something.

Then, it was D-Day: examination.

So I went. But, silly bugger that I am, like you I went to the wrong place. I ended up at a neurosurgery examination. Man, was that tough! At first, it all went went fine. The multiple choice questions were difficult, but I made up for it by writing a brilliant essay out of the top of my head about capillary telangectasias as a major vascular malformation. I remembered reading about that a few years earlier.

But the hard part was after the break. Practicum. I mean, already had an inkling that something was maybe wrong, what with the questions seemingly being so unrelated to all the stuff I studied about my neurolinguistic course on Wikipedia. But...practicum!? But I was there anyway, so I thought, well what the heck. Might as well finish it, test my luck a bit.

I expected a doll or something, but no, they brought in this old woman, under narcosis. And handed me these...tools. So now I was like: 'Oh my God!' I don't know if you've ever seen 'Saw', hospital horror movies? Something like that, but worse. Little drills, saws, scissors, in all sorts of sizes and shapes.
It was brilliant fun! I totally kept my cool and pretended I knew what I was doing. Little inciscion here, a cut there. I didn't have a clue what was going on, but I pretended I had studied her file, because by now, well I wanted to pass this exam, thought it was a fun challenge. 'Shall I remove some of this redundant tissue here, prof? According to Perrault and Arouet this will reduce craniosynostosis..'
The profesors thought I was really impressive, knowing so many extra-curricular information and all, so they gave me a free hand. In the end, I got top marks for it!

Okay, I am rambling on a bit. I guess there should be a moral. Maybe, err, that just because you end up at a completely unrelated examination doesn't mean you don't stand a chance. Bluff will get you a long way.

That was a nice one, too bad(?) that this is a story more likely to be narrated by a future George Cluney than a future Yaşargil ~;)
The intentional 'telangectasias' alternative mis-spelling and the 'According to Perrault and Arouet this will reduce craniosynostosis..' were brilliant touches :2thumbsup:

[Louis VI the Fat]

Did that old woman die in the operation?
She didn't! Miraculously, she didn't!* What was her name again? Some blond foreign woman, Helda or Hilda or something. Don't remember.

She had some mental issues, so her husband send her abroad to get operated for it. Didn't know what it was all about. I had never actually seen her medical file of course. So I just re-wired some stuff, disconnected a nerve here, cut out a part there. And then stitched her up again. It was fun! I am actually quite curious to the end result. I think she must've ended up with a rather, shall we say: interesting, brain after I was done re-wiring stuff and all.

But she lived! I heard that she even went into politics after all that. I think she wanted to run for president in America or something...

*Edit: oops, should read that she didn't die. Not that she did die, as was there before

[FactionHeir]

But she lived! I heard that she even went into politics after all that. I think she wanted to run for president in America or something...

I think you wired her up pretty well then :laugh4:

[Subedei]

You guys talk about "weird" I guess....:dizzy2:

[IrishArmenian]

Mouz, I nearly spit up my Kotayk! Hilarious!

[CountArach]

I wanted to look at an underground town with Google Earth.

[Reverend Joe]

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I made so much a fool of myself today that I want to share it with you.

I needed to have x-ray and ultra-sonography (Doppler Scan) taken, so I headed to my favourite hospital and arranged an appointment. The nurse told me to bring some water with me.

Now, this is the real story, so I must tell you in its original language. She told me: "500 ml. küçük su getirin", which literally translates "bring 500 ml. of little/small water." Obviously for an averagely sane person (not me ~D) she meant a small, 500 ml. bottle of water. However, in colloquial use "küçük su" (little water) is used for piss, so I filled a 500 ml. bottle with my natural beer and went to the hospital. Every single time the nurse saw me approaching, she was having hard time not to giggle. :laugh4:
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That's a lot of piss. :sweatdrop:

[Kralizec]

Did that old woman die in the operation?

She did! Miraculously, she did!
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I heard that she even went into politics after all that.

I suppose that we could do with more undead politicians...

[FactionHeir]

He first said she died and then said she lived. Guess someone shocked her back to life.