Teacher: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
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Text: title speaks for itself really... 
i just wasted $1500 of my parents' money.
i feel terrible.

edit: i guess it wasn't that i took the wrong class, but the class i was taking wouldn't transfer credits over to my university. so really it was my negligence to do more research in the matter. gg
Solution: TIFU by taking the wrong class for 2 weeks and only realizing it today
Reason: This title is appropriate for the given text post because the focus of this post is about a humorous situation caused by "taking the wrong class".

Now, solve this instance: Text: this all started about 1:30am. fh (future husband) and i are well inebriated and fresh off the high of the mayweather/mcgregor fight. both of us have background training in aikido, ju jitsu, tae kwon do, karate, and other miscellaneous martial arts. we also just got cable and have been watching way too many mma fights lately. we love to spar with eachother here and there.

it starts out innocently enough.. think high school dance style, sway back and forth in proper form, making sure there's room for jesus.  before we know it we're in full on spar mode. i've got some sweet blocks and get a few play hits in, he has lots of good counters and wrestling moves. he gets me onto the ground a few times and has some great grappling moves.

one particular move, he is on top of me (from behind) attempting a choke hold. i manage to keep my neck protected and grab onto his forearm, and launch him backwards off of me.

he then lands into a family heirloom display case, completely shattering the glass. he gets back up, ready to keep going but i see blood and ask to stop. we both assess the damage and clean up the mess of glass. he turns around and there's a *lot* of blood. his fucking lower back is halfway cut open.

we are drunk, stupid, and in trouble. so i do what any adult in this situation would do.. call my mother.

she comes and drives us to the hospital, fh gets all cleaned up and 14 stitches later she drives us back home. by now it's almost 5am.

we get some sleep. fh is up by 9, having coffee and ready to enjoy another day off. i wake up and can't hardly walk. my legs are so bruised up it looks like i'm wearing leopard print leggings. fh is okay, thank goodness nothing was seriously damaged. tomorrow is monday, we both have big jobs to do. fucking shit.
Student:
TIFU by asking my fiancee to dance with me.