I think one of the most unforgettable stories of my life was when I realized how unlucky I am when it comes to raffle draws.
Back in college, no matter how good one's standing is, it still isn't enough to get a guarantee that you'll get all the subjects you need in a particular semester, especially when it's something that most students need to take irrespective of the year level.
So fastforward to the time when I had to take the risk of getting the subject that I really need to take on that particular semester. When I entered the room, everyone who already had the slot were comfortably sitting and chatting with each other while the hopefuls (including myself) quietly stand near the door. The professor asked if there were graduating students among us. Two students raised their hands, and they were immediately given slots. There were only four of us left when the professor announced that he can only accommodate 3 more, because the classroom would then be too crowded. He then requested for us to hand-in our IDs and whose ID he gets to pick will just have to try taking the subject either next sem or next summer.
He picked my ID.