I got caught fooling around with some Iowa fan from Carrol in a bathroom at the metrodome
The lady isn't bad lookin.... I wouldn't be embarrassed... Wait... I guess you were at a Hawkeye game.. Reason enough.
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The lady isn't bad lookin.... I wouldn't be embarrassed... Wait... I guess you were at a Hawkeye game.. Reason enough.
The lady isn't bad lookin.... I wouldn't be embarrassed... Wait... I guess you were at a Hawkeye game.. Reason enough.
A Hawkeye game where the Vikings play
:biglaugh::biglaugh::biglaugh::biglaugh:I got caught fooling around with some Iowa fan from Carrol in a bathroom at the metrodome
I was a senior in high school, liked to wear sweatpants because they were comfortable. Unfortunately, I was at that time in my life when I enjoyed looking at girls (wait, I still do that)...anyways, I wasnt paying attention in class nor to what my anatomy was thinking and volunteered to be the one person in my group to go out into the hall way (it was some group project for psychology where one person from the group went to the hallway while the rest of the group set up some experiement). Like I said, I wasnt paying attention to "how my body was reacting to my peers" and damn near knocked over a water bottle upon standing up and turning to leave the classroom.
That was rather embarassing...but it got better. Fast froward 5 years. I come home and meet up with some guys that I havent seen since high school, we get some drinks in us, invite over some girls that went to school with us. One of those girls happened to be in the said class. Once we all got nice and liquored up and started telling stories about high school, she exlaimed, "Cybyassociation (she called me by my real name which I have chosen to omit), tell the boner story from psychology!"
I called a cab home.
That was rather embarassing...but it got better. Fast froward 5 years. I come home and meet up with some guys that I havent seen since high school, we get some drinks in us, invite over some girls that went to school with us. One of those girls happened to be in the said class. Once we all got nice and liquored up and started telling stories about high school, she exlaimed, "Cybyassociation (she called me by my real name which I have chosen to omit), tell the boner story from psychology!"
I called a cab home.
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Way to the Hawks into a thread that has absolutely nothing to do with them...you're a clever one.
Actually, calling oneself "HawkFanISUAlum is prolly the most embarrassing thing I can think of.
My freshman year of cheerleading I was standing on the concourse behind the north end zone with my back turned to the field so I could talk to my teammates. The players were warming up kicking drills and had people there to catch. Well, one punt got away from the ball shagger and it was a line drive to the back/side of my head. No one even had time to yell my name. I fell over and my knees were bloody and scraped. Later during the game, the coach asked me if I was the cheerleader that fell, and he said sorry. It was humiliating.
about 10 mins ago...being dropped by a nerf basketball at point blank range, below the belt, in front of everyone on my floor.....still catching my breath:cry:
Huh. One of my most embarrassing moments was being knocked out by a cheerleader during a MBB pre-game at Hilton.
Back in the day, a cheerleader used to do backflips up and down the court right before the national anthem. (For those who remember, she was blond with pigtails as long as she was tall) I did colorguard for ROTC. She got slightly off her backflip line, and creamed me, while I was standing on the free-throw line. I saw her coming all along, but wouldn't violate the position of attention, hoping that she'd somehow miss me.
Came to with medical people tending to both of us, all tangled up on the floor. In front of 14,000+ people, all quiet and staring.
Ew haha, pigtails? Anyways, that's a bummer. But yeah, I hate to say more often then not there are some tumbling blunders once in a while.
It's 1994 and we're (then boyfriend, now husband & I) finally graduating! It's Thursday night of finals week and my BF has a job interview. Since he was in a suit, I threw on a dress. He got back just in time for us to meet up and head to the Knoll for an ice cream social with President Jischke, open to those graduating. Well, the problem was that the ice cream event was WEDNESDAY NIGHT...
We walk up the Knoll driveway (the place is suspiciously quiet) and ring the doorbell. The butler, in tails, opens the door, and wisks us inside. Before we know it, we've been handed name tags on which we write our names and we're standing in a small group of people, including the Martin & Patty Jischke and a few other people. Hugh Sidey, editor of Time magazine (who was to be the speaker at commencement on Saturday) introduces himself. Someone asks if we're the undergraduate students from the journalism department. Ummm, nope, we're here for ice cream. :wideeyed: In the few seconds it takes for this to all happen, we've also been offerred a drink, so I'm standing there with a fuzzy navel in my hand. Patty steps in, offers us a tour, and has us moved into another room in an instant. We are speechless, mortified, and crazily looking around the place for a back door, open window, hell, a crack in the floor. The butler is off in the distance have a fit, because there are white tablecloth tables set up and they only have enough Duck Flambe for those invited - NOT us interlopers too.
From the moment we realize we're in the wrong place at the wrong time we both have a hand over our name tags. I gulp the fuzzy navel.
Patty invites us to stay. No, no, no, no, no, we say. Then Martin Jischke comes in and chat. He looks at my significant other, and says, "Say, are you related to XXXX because you look just like her." OMG. His older sister worked in the Alumni Association, and out of the freaken blue Marty nails the relationship between us, the idiots who can' keep a calendar, and his older sister who is fairly high up the food chain with the Alumni Association.
To this day, I can't remember if we got out oft here via Back door or the front.
Sidey's commencement speech was about making mistakes. Through the whole thing we're sliding down our chairs on the floor of Hilton. I just *know* at any moment he's going to tell this funny story about two idiots at the Knoll. He never does. Our diplomas are signed. The BF's sister nearly hyperventilates when we tell her. I still get accepted into grad school.
We still laugh about it until we lapse into the silent laugh. :biglaugh:
We walk up the Knoll driveway (the place is suspiciously quiet) and ring the doorbell. The butler, in tails, opens the door, and wisks us inside. Before we know it, we've been handed name tags on which we write our names and we're standing in a small group of people, including the Martin & Patty Jischke and a few other people. Hugh Sidey, editor of Time magazine (who was to be the speaker at commencement on Saturday) introduces himself. Someone asks if we're the undergraduate students from the journalism department. Ummm, nope, we're here for ice cream. :wideeyed: In the few seconds it takes for this to all happen, we've also been offerred a drink, so I'm standing there with a fuzzy navel in my hand. Patty steps in, offers us a tour, and has us moved into another room in an instant. We are speechless, mortified, and crazily looking around the place for a back door, open window, hell, a crack in the floor. The butler is off in the distance have a fit, because there are white tablecloth tables set up and they only have enough Duck Flambe for those invited - NOT us interlopers too.
From the moment we realize we're in the wrong place at the wrong time we both have a hand over our name tags. I gulp the fuzzy navel.
Patty invites us to stay. No, no, no, no, no, we say. Then Martin Jischke comes in and chat. He looks at my significant other, and says, "Say, are you related to XXXX because you look just like her." OMG. His older sister worked in the Alumni Association, and out of the freaken blue Marty nails the relationship between us, the idiots who can' keep a calendar, and his older sister who is fairly high up the food chain with the Alumni Association.
To this day, I can't remember if we got out oft here via Back door or the front.
Sidey's commencement speech was about making mistakes. Through the whole thing we're sliding down our chairs on the floor of Hilton. I just *know* at any moment he's going to tell this funny story about two idiots at the Knoll. He never does. Our diplomas are signed. The BF's sister nearly hyperventilates when we tell her. I still get accepted into grad school.
We still laugh about it until we lapse into the silent laugh. :biglaugh:
I have way too many moments that should be embarrassing, but this is a family-friendly site, right???
A good one from "the college years": I had a knack for climbing onto the drums and jumping off when my band finished our set. Didn't notice the chandelier, which promptly knocked me out, before I hit the floor... A fun dinner at Ruttle's followed, where they took turns keeping me awake. Total rockstar!
I did the same thing for an engineering class during my second year.
I was in my dorm room and my best friend who I met first year, and who lived next door, was in my room visiting. We had ordered pizza and were sitting around B.S.'ing, and I had this distinct nagging feeling that something was wrong. The feeling lingered for awhile, and finally, about 7:30PM, it hit me: I was missing a test. I totally flipped out. My buddy was shocked by my sudden outburst and thought something injurious just happened...
Well, I sat down immediately and fired off an e-mail to my professor explaining my enormous brain fart. He e-mailed back later that night and told me to just relax and call him in the morning. I did of course, and he had a good chuckle over it. Meanwhile I was mortified...Though in hindsight, that's probably why he thought it was funny.
He graciously allowed me to come in that day and do the test in his office. It was one of the few times I've ever felt compelled to kiss a man... :biglaugh:
I got caught fooling around with some Iowa fan from Carrol in a bathroom at the metrodome
I got kicked out of Friley for "having relations" with a girl living there...Apparently the girls on the floor didn't appreciate all the screaming she was doing (she was very vocal and quite potty mouthed, I do admit), and they called DPS on me. Of course, as I left, there was about half a dozen girls standing in the hallway watching the action.
That was simultaneously horribly embarrassing, and yet, a great matter of pride.
That sounds like Jischke, totally. Like him or hate him, he was superb with names and recognition.
Not an embarrassing story, but...I first met him in 1997 when working at the big science and technology fair at Hilton. I was just a gopher and helper down on the floor, assisting the competing students with whatever they needed. At some point, I met Jischke as he was putting in his appearance and looking around. We talked for a couple minutes and he moved on. No big deal there.
About two years later, when I was on the GSB, I ran into him again. He knew exactly who I was and called me by name right off the bat, just like we were old friends and the fair was just yesterday. He asked me how things had been since the fair, how school was going, and so forth. To say I was amazed is an understatement. The man truly had a savant level gift for remembering people.
Here is mine.
So I tutored Calculus a couple years ago back at ISU. I had a group of 4 up in one of the library studies. After an hour of standing at the marker board going over problems, my shyest quiet girl goes "um you have marker all over your face." So I freak out and head down the back stairs to the bathroom and spend a couple minutes getting it all off my face. Relieved I turn around to leave to find the stall door open and a little asian lady come out! I said "oh my god this is the women's bathroom isn't it?" She nervously nods and I just literally ran out the door.
So I tutored Calculus a couple years ago back at ISU. I had a group of 4 up in one of the library studies. After an hour of standing at the marker board going over problems, my shyest quiet girl goes "um you have marker all over your face." So I freak out and head down the back stairs to the bathroom and spend a couple minutes getting it all off my face. Relieved I turn around to leave to find the stall door open and a little asian lady come out! I said "oh my god this is the women's bathroom isn't it?" She nervously nods and I just literally ran out the door.
Bear with me, it's worth the read.
I was on an athletic team in college, so we had to report to campus two weeks early for practice. We got all moved in, met our new teammates, etc., and everything was great.
First day of class rolled around and I stroll to sociology. I plop down in the front row next to one of the hottest chicks in a lecture of 250 people, always having my eyes open for some nice poonany. I act all leisurely and grab my notebook and open it up to take notes when, out of nowhere, falls around 20 graphic gay porn images. These would give nuns a heart attack. Horrible, horrible images.
On the back of the bottom one was a note - "NAME, have fun at class today. Love, Blake." Blake is a new teammate. I'm stunned. I scramble to pick up the pictures and stuff them in my bag, nearly having a brain hemorrhage. "They're not mine," I tell the girl. She gives me a weird look, starts laughing, and says "whatever."
I'm steaming mad, embarassed, ready to cry over it all. I march home and decide I'm going to extract some revenge, but don't know how. I finally figured it out, and it went down like this:
I scanned my housing acceptance letter - the one that tells you who your roommate is, what your number is, etc. I edited it all out except for the letterhead and the signature of the housing adviser. I crafted a letter that went something like this:
"Blake,
My name is (housing director). I hope your time at here has been special so far.
I am writing to inform you that you were a witness to a burglary and beating that occured down the hall from you on (date). In order to complete our investigation, you must come to (place) at (time) for an interview.
This is informal. Please understand that you're not under arrest, but if you fail to come, I will issue a warrant for your arrest for interference."
I let our entire team in on the prank and get an old housing envelope from a friend in the department. I have his roommate stick it in his mailbox and get my popcorn and wait.
Like clockwork, Blake runs to my room with the letter and asks me what to do. I tell him to go ahead and just follow the instructions, not to tell coach, and just go along with it because he wouldn't gt in trouble.
With a video camera, we followed Blake to the "meeting." When he showed up to the GLBTAU Kick Off dinner, he was still so dense that he didn't know what was up. He walked up to the table, signed in, and sat down. Finally, he realized it was a prank and turned around and yelled "YOU (HOMOSEXUAL SLANG)!" The room fell silent, he ran away and hid for a couple days.
The moral: don't put gay porn in my notebook.
EDIT: The girl is now one of my best friends, and we dated on and off during college. Thanks, Blake.
I was on an athletic team in college, so we had to report to campus two weeks early for practice. We got all moved in, met our new teammates, etc., and everything was great.
First day of class rolled around and I stroll to sociology. I plop down in the front row next to one of the hottest chicks in a lecture of 250 people, always having my eyes open for some nice poonany. I act all leisurely and grab my notebook and open it up to take notes when, out of nowhere, falls around 20 graphic gay porn images. These would give nuns a heart attack. Horrible, horrible images.
On the back of the bottom one was a note - "NAME, have fun at class today. Love, Blake." Blake is a new teammate. I'm stunned. I scramble to pick up the pictures and stuff them in my bag, nearly having a brain hemorrhage. "They're not mine," I tell the girl. She gives me a weird look, starts laughing, and says "whatever."
I'm steaming mad, embarassed, ready to cry over it all. I march home and decide I'm going to extract some revenge, but don't know how. I finally figured it out, and it went down like this:
I scanned my housing acceptance letter - the one that tells you who your roommate is, what your number is, etc. I edited it all out except for the letterhead and the signature of the housing adviser. I crafted a letter that went something like this:
"Blake,
My name is (housing director). I hope your time at here has been special so far.
I am writing to inform you that you were a witness to a burglary and beating that occured down the hall from you on (date). In order to complete our investigation, you must come to (place) at (time) for an interview.
This is informal. Please understand that you're not under arrest, but if you fail to come, I will issue a warrant for your arrest for interference."
I let our entire team in on the prank and get an old housing envelope from a friend in the department. I have his roommate stick it in his mailbox and get my popcorn and wait.
Like clockwork, Blake runs to my room with the letter and asks me what to do. I tell him to go ahead and just follow the instructions, not to tell coach, and just go along with it because he wouldn't gt in trouble.
With a video camera, we followed Blake to the "meeting." When he showed up to the GLBTAU Kick Off dinner, he was still so dense that he didn't know what was up. He walked up to the table, signed in, and sat down. Finally, he realized it was a prank and turned around and yelled "YOU (HOMOSEXUAL SLANG)!" The room fell silent, he ran away and hid for a couple days.
The moral: don't put gay porn in my notebook.
EDIT: The girl is now one of my best friends, and we dated on and off during college. Thanks, Blake.
