Aero E mandatory flight experience class.
They put us in a little bitty plane, "Piper 22 Juliet" iirc. Maybe one of the other Aeros from early 90s will remember. It was fun, flying thru the clouds, weaving around, riding in the back while your partner also flew. 3 short flights, and on the 3rd you were supposed to land the thing. Obviously there was an instructor there to talk you thru it and take over if needed. (possible exaggerations follow)
Well, we were perpendicular to the runway at like 2,000 feet and the guy says "let's land". I'm like, "don't we need to be farther away and lined up?" Turns out "NO". He pulls the flaps and throttle, and we drop like an elevator with the cable cut straight fking down. Then he turns it 90 degrees and we are lined up. I went white as a sheet and clammy sweats.
Tried to finish the landing, but holding on to the yoke so tight I might have dented it. Just floating over the runway at like 10 feet, but I can't stall it. He took over and we landed fine. I didn't puke, but you know how you feel after you puke? Cold sweats, guts roiled, weak? Yeah I had all of that. I'm sure we were not really in danger, the instructor knew what he was doing. I suspect he enjoyed intentionally terrifying students like a psychopath as well, but if you love what you do you'll never work a day in your life...
That was the day I decided I had no interest in being a pilot. No problem flying commercial to this day though.