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Anyone who has been in a snowsports club at uni will probably heard of BUDS (British University Dry Slope Championship), which was/is held on a Dry ski slope in Edinburgh and consists of a couple of races down the slope and lots of drinking. Well, a member of our club spent a bit too long doing the latter on the last day, before entering the freestyle (ski jumps/tricks) comp, he could hardly stand straight let alone ski but he went down anyway. Apparently he took off quite well, but then ended up in a giant heap on the floor, with blood all round his mouth, compounded when one side of his bottom lip (from corner of his mouth to just above the chin) flopped away, spilling even more blood everywhere... This I didn't see, however I did see the aftermath, and still have a photo somewhere. He had literally ripped a two inch long gash from the corner of his mouth to almost his chin on the Dendex (ski slope material) which had held just long enough for it to fill his mouth up with blood before giving way.The photo is quite impressive in a very gory way.
(He made a full recovery last time I heard so all's well, and he was drunk enough not to feel much pain when it happened!)
What Uni was he from?
I have a good mate at uni who seems to survive on porridge and tinned fish!
There are loads at cambridge, many stem from some truth, although a lot seem to be made up by the council's tour guides to entertain the tourists.
In terms of 'legends' at one of the health and safety briefings in my first year we were told of a technician in the engineering dept. that now has no fingers due to a liquid nitrogen accident - froze his hand then smashed it (as in fingers shattered
) on the desk as he instictively recoiled. There was even a photo of a man's hand with no fingers on the ppt presentation.
Older, wiser, and having played a fair bit with LN2 i'm convinced this didn't happen for various reasons but it makes the freshers sit up and listen in an otherwise boring H&S intro.
There are loads at cambridge, many stem from some truth, although a lot seem to be made up by the council's tour guides to entertain the tourists.
In terms of 'legends' at one of the health and safety briefings in my first year we were told of a technician in the engineering dept. that now has no fingers due to a liquid nitrogen accident - froze his hand then smashed it (as in fingers shattered
) on the desk as he instictively recoiled. There was even a photo of a man's hand with no fingers on the ppt presentation.Older, wiser, and having played a fair bit with LN2 i'm convinced this didn't happen for various reasons but it makes the freshers sit up and listen in an otherwise boring H&S intro.
The final year students had their own halls at the Brunel Runnymede campus. Up at the top of the halls there was a belfry and a student room but it was always locked as it was not occupied. According to legend a student had been driven mad by the bells ringing and hanged himself. After that it remained unoccupied and the room was permanently locked
Unrelated to the thread, but I can see that tower from my room. I live on the other side of the river to it.
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my seccondary school was a hospital in WW2, recently knocked down (orleton park school in telford) such an awesome place, lots of cool storys. but the last week was kinda freaky. them polestyrene tiles they have on the roof started to fall down, same with the strip light covers. but then again. it was old 
I've heard this one a few times along with:
- A student was taking an exam, he was asked to write an essay on what bravery was, he wrote "This" then left the examination
- Medical students tasting urine samples
- Medical students tasting stool samples
- Medical students taking cadavers to parties
Legend : Apparently in the year my brother went to the university a bunch of students hired a crane and hoisted up one of the porters cars (a mini) onto the roof of one of the halls buildings & left it there. No idea if it happened but heard it from my brother & then when I went there from various other folk as well.
Story, with a lesson : One of my mates got utterly **** faced and ended up throwing up in his sink before collapsing unconscious in bed. In the morning I saw him walking up & down the corridor with a mug of sick which he was using to bail out the now blocked sink. Once he had got rid of most of it, his room and sink still stank so his solution was to spray about half a cans worth of deodorant down it. Then still drunk he listened to a suggestion that lighting it would sort it all out He proceeded to get his lighter and apply it to the sink. The result was a massively loud bang, a big fireball which engolfed his head singing his eyebrows mostly off and all down the side of the building smaller spurts of fire shooting out of everyones sinks we discovered as everyone on mass exited there rooms saying wtf was that So should you throw up in a sink, fire is not the best cure. He did also send up with charcoaled vomit stuck to his sink & walls because of it.
Story, with a lesson : One of my mates got utterly **** faced and ended up throwing up in his sink before collapsing unconscious in bed. In the morning I saw him walking up & down the corridor with a mug of sick which he was using to bail out the now blocked sink. Once he had got rid of most of it, his room and sink still stank so his solution was to spray about half a cans worth of deodorant down it. Then still drunk he listened to a suggestion that lighting it would sort it all out
He proceeded to get his lighter and apply it to the sink. The result was a massively loud bang, a big fireball which engolfed his head singing his eyebrows mostly off and all down the side of the building smaller spurts of fire shooting out of everyones sinks we discovered as everyone on mass exited there rooms saying wtf was that So should you throw up in a sink, fire is not the best cure. He did also send up with charcoaled vomit stuck to his sink & walls because of it.first year of uni some friends lived in the flat across the hall told me this of a freind of a friends experience:
a guy went to someone's flat to meet up with them to go out, but this friend wasn't in at the time, one of the other flatmates let this guy in to wait for his friend to come back, but this housemate had to go out so left this guy in the flat (communal kitchen only, each bedroom has a locked door) so nothing valuble left lying around, so the housemate left the guy alone, butlater when people came back to the flat, the guy wasn't there, but in the corner of the room was a saucepan taken from one of the cupboards, and in that saucepan was a fat old turd curled up inside.
the only bathrooms in the flats were en suite in each room, and as each room was locked, there was no available bathroom, so the guy had shart in a saucepan and left
apparently it was a few days and a few arguments before anyone plucked up the courage to clean it up
a guy went to someone's flat to meet up with them to go out, but this friend wasn't in at the time, one of the other flatmates let this guy in to wait for his friend to come back, but this housemate had to go out so left this guy in the flat (communal kitchen only, each bedroom has a locked door) so nothing valuble left lying around, so the housemate left the guy alone, butlater when people came back to the flat, the guy wasn't there, but in the corner of the room was a saucepan taken from one of the cupboards, and in that saucepan was a fat old turd curled up inside.
the only bathrooms in the flats were en suite in each room, and as each room was locked, there was no available bathroom, so the guy had shart in a saucepan and left
apparently it was a few days and a few arguments before anyone plucked up the courage to clean it up
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Which high school was that? Mine too was a hospital during WW2, was quite interesting how it had sloping corridors for the beds rather than steps.
In the ECE department at Portsmouth Uni we had our own internet forums where all the course students could chat about the units, get help from lecturers about coursework and discuss all sorts about our courses.
There was always a rumour about a kid that had been thrown off his course a few years earlier because of a flash animation he had a made which featured some of the more controversial lecturers taking part in "terrorist" activities.
One day this rumour became true when it appeared on the forum and all hell broke lose. Queue the lecturers, who were also the forum admin, trying frantically to remove it but it would always pop up in a new thread. Didn't go down well in the lectures we had that week.
There was always a rumour about a kid that had been thrown off his course a few years earlier because of a flash animation he had a made which featured some of the more controversial lecturers taking part in "terrorist" activities.
One day this rumour became true when it appeared on the forum and all hell broke lose. Queue the lecturers, who were also the forum admin, trying frantically to remove it but it would always pop up in a new thread. Didn't go down well in the lectures we had that week.
Hmm gotta be honest only a few things spring to mind when i was a student but it was College student not Uni.
All mine involve the exact same mate!
A mate of mine got a hosing down from a lecturer about not getting on with work and instead being on airsoft all the time.
In this one lesson he typed solidly for 2hrs+. So me and me best mate who sat the other side came up with a plan. My mate distracted him i very quickly leaned over: CTRL+A, DEL, CTRL+S and finally ALT+F4... absolutely priceless
Another instance was him leaving the room and my best mate loading loads and loads of porn, bestiality etc etc and then shouting the lecturer as he walked back in.
By far the best was me and a group of friends went out in his clapped out Astra, we went armed with doggy poo bags and were going to smear all (the mate mentioned above) his new (blue green (thats another story)) Golf with dog muck. I threw up in the car from laughing so hard due to my mate who was driving mounting the curb flicking on full beams, side lights, hazard lights etc looking for that one precious mountain of a dogs efforts, but alas it wasn't to be and when he finally took to a small field in his efforts i was laughing so hard i barfed all in his car...
I once went to college drunk, having not eaten and drinking 4.5 pints of stella and a few shots to boot in the free session one tuesday. I came in later luckily Debs (the lecturer) i'm sure she knew but took great pity on me and let me stay the session...
There are loads more one bus rides home etc but they are the most memorable
All mine involve the exact same mate!
A mate of mine got a hosing down from a lecturer about not getting on with work and instead being on airsoft all the time.
In this one lesson he typed solidly for 2hrs+. So me and me best mate who sat the other side came up with a plan. My mate distracted him i very quickly leaned over: CTRL+A, DEL, CTRL+S and finally ALT+F4... absolutely priceless
Another instance was him leaving the room and my best mate loading loads and loads of porn, bestiality etc etc and then shouting the lecturer as he walked back in.
By far the best was me and a group of friends went out in his clapped out Astra, we went armed with doggy poo bags and were going to smear all (the mate mentioned above) his new (blue green (thats another story)) Golf with dog muck. I threw up in the car from laughing so hard due to my mate who was driving mounting the curb flicking on full beams, side lights, hazard lights etc looking for that one precious mountain of a dogs efforts, but alas it wasn't to be and when he finally took to a small field in his efforts i was laughing so hard i barfed all in his car...
I once went to college drunk, having not eaten and drinking 4.5 pints of stella and a few shots to boot in the free session one tuesday. I came in later luckily Debs (the lecturer) i'm sure she knew but took great pity on me and let me stay the session...
There are loads more one bus rides home etc but they are the most memorable
I'll tell you this one that I caused ....
In my first year of halls there was a grey squirrel. The girls in the block would feed it nuts and talk to the thing (aww isn't it cute etc etc.).
Well... I was heading into uni in my car and saw it running around outside. So I crawled out of the car park trying to see where the thing had gone..... I couldn't see it.
*BUMP*
I look in the rear view mirror and see it giving the last spasms of life and then flopping down.... dead. Oh ****. I now have two options:-
1. Inform someone and be hated by all the girls in the block (& hall by the time they've passed it around).
2. Go to uni.
I chose option 2.
When I get back at around 6ish, the girls were on the warpath. They were trying to find the "squirrel killer". As for some reason they all trusted me (I'd sorted things out in the past) and believed me when I said it must have been a delivery driver to the kitchens
I never confessed to any of them
In my first year of halls there was a grey squirrel. The girls in the block would feed it nuts and talk to the thing (aww isn't it cute etc etc.).
Well... I was heading into uni in my car and saw it running around outside. So I crawled out of the car park trying to see where the thing had gone..... I couldn't see it.
*BUMP*
I look in the rear view mirror and see it giving the last spasms of life and then flopping down.... dead. Oh ****. I now have two options:-
1. Inform someone and be hated by all the girls in the block (& hall by the time they've passed it around).
2. Go to uni.
I chose option 2.
When I get back at around 6ish, the girls were on the warpath. They were trying to find the "squirrel killer". As for some reason they all trusted me (I'd sorted things out in the past) and believed me when I said it must have been a delivery driver to the kitchens
I never confessed to any of them
One night long ago, after a few cheeky drinks and some pro plus, a couple of us decided to nick a library trolley from the learning centre (Still feel bad, I work there now =/). We got it back to our halls, and were not sure what to do with it. So, we decided to load Jake up into it and launch it at anything spiky or solid.
Two trips into a spiky bush and a long hill later, we ran out of things to do, so we took him to the lake at our campus and launched him in, only to find out the lake was about two feet deep. Jake broke his arse on the trolley as it hit to bottom (he couldn't sit down for a week afterwards), and we couldn't get it out =/ It was gone next day, the groundsmen must have got it. God we were nasty students
Two trips into a spiky bush and a long hill later, we ran out of things to do, so we took him to the lake at our campus and launched him in, only to find out the lake was about two feet deep. Jake broke his arse on the trolley as it hit to bottom (he couldn't sit down for a week afterwards), and we couldn't get it out =/ It was gone next day, the groundsmen must have got it. God we were nasty students
One of my friends is obsessed with viking metal and for halloween when we were in halls, we nicked one of the huge laundry hampers and 'made' it into a war galley with branches and **** planning to ride it to the union. No one thought about propulsion though and it was too heavy to move . Next day it was gone
. Next day it was gone
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That's actually the plot to a film, the name of which escapes me at the moment.