Ah, Senior Year... supposedly the best year of high school and of your life, unless you're lucky enough to attend college. Other than that, it's the year where you get to cruise through classes, because everything is review, and spend those last sweet months clowning around, because it's more than likely that you'll never have to come back again without cause of your own free will.
That's what it should be, in a perfect world created by myself. But, this isn't about me. This is about those pranks that Seniors pull on the schools. Pranks that are more of a headache for everyone than a hilarious consequence that brings laughs for more than five or ten minutes.
Most pranks are rarely remembered for more than a year or two. So, when a student wants to be remembered for what they did in their last year, it usually fails dismally. The mess is cleaned up, to the discomfort of the faculty, and life resumes its natural course; four classes one day, four classes the next, all adding up to a grand total of eight classes for those of us on Block Schedules. The repetitive nature of our lives is normally enough to keep us distracted from petty pranks put on by attention-starved students.
It is now the last week of school for me in my Senior year of high school. My final day is Thursday, June 5. I graduate on 06/07/08. (Yes! CHA!) And, still we're experiencing pranks! Now, I get to school pretty early because, if I didn't catch a ride with my mother, I'd be forced to ride the bus, which I passionately despise. Anyway, I get to school fairly early most mornings and have, on a few occasions, witnessed attempted Senior Pranks before they're completely cleaned up.
The first that I remember was done somewhere between first and second period about four or five months ago. Some idiot decided it'd be hilarious to bring a bottle of this crap you sprayed on yourself while hunting to lure big male elk and deer to you. It smelled like nothing I've ever smelled before and I'll never forget it. I guess it resembled a doe in heat, but whatever the term, it was a scent that I'll still remember years from now. Worst day ever. And, I swear, I gagged and almost vomited three times. I refused to eat lunch, which didn't help the fact of my diabetes turning on me and causing an insulin reaction. So, without sugar making its way to my brain, I was literally sitting in French class sick to my stomach and completely stupid. I’d never felt so relieved and hateful (at the same time) to see a package of M&Ms. Damn candies, it was truly bittersweet. Stupid green one… but, I loved the red one, and the orange… curse the blue!!! Anyway, the mess was cleaned up and I was sent home after school with a well rounded blood-glucose reading of 134. But, truly, that’s one prank I will never forget.
Another prank that I witnessed happened just about three weeks ago. Some adolescent sneaked in and glued about forty or fifty dollars worth of copper pennies to the floor down the first hall. That was actually funny for me to see. I mean, all these shiny, copper coins on the floor, glued to the corner of each and every tile. At least, it was funny until I noticed the janitors coming along the hall scraping the pennies up with some kind of shovel. Then, they swept ‘em up with a broom and all was picked up before other students had even started arriving. Some noticed the odd little circles on the floor left from the glue residue, but most had no clue of what happened.
Anyhow, another prank was played today or somehow over the last weekend. One of the worst things to come to school to on the last week, on a Monday morning, is a hallway covered in cooking oil and dish soap. Not fun. At first, I thought, “Why would they be polishing the floors on a Monday morning? Isn’t that usually done during Christmas Break and Summer Break?” Then, I slid and nearly fell on my butt. The next thing through my mind, “You stupid janitors, what the hell are you doing with polish on a Monday morning an hour before classes?” Suddenly, I realized the scent of pine and something that reminded me of cooking class a year ago. Okay, weird. I then tried to continue my way to the main hall to sit where I normally do and wait for my friends to arrive when a voice yelled out, “Hey! Get outta here! Get back, dang kids…” A janitor was riding around on one of those electric polishers picking up soap. So, before I could be issued a detention for trespassing where I ought not to be, I turned tail and hauled ass, slipping and sliding across the floor, to the main entrance, which was untouched by soap and oil. A while later, our dean came by and explained to us what sort of prank had been pulled this time. Stupid kids, I have to agree with the janitor there. Still, it was somewhat clever. When faculty members first arrive in the mornings, the lights are generally still off and anyone would’ve walked and slid right across the floor without realizing what the hell was going on. Still, having to take a detour to get to my first class nearly made me late, and our Web Design teacher doesn’t always allow for tardiness. But, here I now sit, in my first class, the scent of pine still wafting into the classroom from the nearby hallway. That actually tickles my giggle-maker right now. I can still remember myself nearly landing flat-boom on my rear, eyes wide and surprised about two-and-a-half hours ago.
Well, there’s still four days of school left for us Seniors. So, there’s still technically time to pull a prank or two to get you remembered for about a month or so after school lets all the underclassmen out. But, you’ll soon be forgotten when we all turn our attention to swimming pools, ice-cream, and part-time jobs. So, for all my fellow Otaku out there, this is TheDarkAngel signing off, and all piney-scented too! 
Life: 06/02/08 | Posted By: TheDarkAngel | 0 comments