SPECIAL REPORT: ALLEN SACBUKER

11th February 2008

A short anecdote from university of our very own Allen Sacbuker...

This morning I recalled a story of yesteryear that made me cackle out loud. It is a story of embarrassing proportions that I personally did not live down for a while. It is a story that has been granted entrance into my memoirs because of its sheer idiocy.

Now this is a university lecture story so I would like you to imagine a class of about 20 individuals some of whom were of a similar ilk to me but the majority of who were hard working studious types.

Having surprisingly made it in to this particular lecture I had inadvertently spaced out as was the norm in those days, the lecturer, I was to later discover, was discussing the pro’s and con’s of certain situations and I was happily day dreaming about something or other actually having a relaxing and peaceful morning when I saw the gentleman looking at me with his mouth moving. I quickly snapped out of my daze in the hope I would catch his final few words but alas it was too late.  However, my semi-conscious contemplation was that I could dig myself out of this little hole and make it look as though I was listening all along. 

I believed he had asked me a question so I thought it may not look too bad if I put my hand to my mouth and looked around a little to make it appear as though I was in deep thought about the answer to his question. This I did for a good few seconds for maximum effect and then said “I’m not sure really” to which a few laughs were heard emanating from the auditorium.  It was at this point I discovered the lecturer had been unaware of my name because I rarely turned up to classes and had simply asked me this.  His next line was “What, you don’t know your own name” which caused me unparalleled embarrassment. What a helmet.