On my first cross country, I totally fucked up my wind corrections by using an outdated forecast. We got lost almost immediately on our way from Bay Minette up to Waynesboro. Oddly, we approached an airport that looked like Waynesboro based on how it looked on the sectional from about 15 miles away. I knew that Waynesboro is a small, one runway airport. As we got closer to "Waynesboro," I looked down and saw not only three runways, but a whole squadron of KC-135 tankers. I look at my instructor and say: "I........don't think this is Waynesboro." The instructor was like: "No.....Fucking.......Shit. Now turn us the hell around and lets get out of here." I found out later that we had missed Waynesboro by God knows how many miles and flown to the Hesler-Noble airport in Laurel, MS.
Our OBS had been acting squirrelly up the whole flight, and we were so far from Mobile that couldn't get any clear communications from Approach. We flew all over God knows where, the instructor cursing my guts out, and it wasn't until we somehow flew over Jackson and the Alabama river that I knew where we were.
That flight was extraordinarily embarassing and I hated that instructor for letting me get lost, but looking back I learned so much from him and respect the hell out of him. When I flew the same route again for my solo, I hit every checkpoint on time, did touch and goes at Waynesboro and Wilcox (Chatom, AL) on time, and made it back to Bay Minette right on time. I never would have done so well on the solo had I not fucked it up so majorly the first time.