Instructor made me put my head down while in unfamiliar airspace. He wanted me to recover from an unusual attitude. I put my head down and closed my eyes. He then proceeded to put the airplane through some pretty dramatic manuevers, kicking the rudder and cross controlling the plane quite a bit. It really screwed me up. He then told me to recover. I peeked up and scanned my instruments real quickly then recovered. He said I did a great job. He told me to fly a heading of 180 and head for home field. We proceeded to shoot the bull for about 10 -15 minutes or so. I finally asked him where the hell we were. He asked me if we were heading the right direction, I told him we were flying 180 for home! I about pooped my panties once I looked up at the whiskey compass. The sunabeotch reached over and spun my DG knob when my head was down. From that point on I always crossed checked my DG with the Mag compass. He was laughing his ass off at me!!!