The year was '89. I was a sophmore at UW-Madison, and registered for limnology (to see if biology was going to be my thing...it wasn't). I was skipping a lot, and wasn't smart enough to just drop the dang class.
Anyway, we had a camping trip up to Trout Lake in Wisconsin. It was fall semester, maybe mid-autumn. Well, if you know anything about northern Wisconsin in autumn, you can figure that it's gonna be cool. Okay...it turns out it became unseasonably COLD.
I didn't bring a tent, because (as I recall) they said we'd only need to bring sleeping bags. This becomes an issue the very first night when it's in the teens. Luckily, two women invited me to their tent out of pity. Now before you get the wrong idea, it was too damn cold for this to turn into my first menage-a-trois.
Meals sucked. We were dirty all the time from trapsing around lakes and wetlands. The TAs were unsympathetic, and frankly useless to help in any meaningful way.
So to sum up:
Dirty
Hungry
Cold
Tired
No menage-a-trois.
Thanks for listening.