My favorite prank of all time comes from John Green's Looking for Alaska. If you haven't, I highly recommend you read it. If you want a concise and completely true version of this prank click here.
Last year's senior prank was pitiful. I'm sorry; there's no other way to put it. The seniors all went to the second floor and took naps in the hall in the passing period between second and third hour. Eh. No one's even tired between second and third period.
I wouldn't necessarily call these pranks, but the drama department does put on a couple of Improv Everywhere-esque scenes throughout the school year. Last year they rolled bubble wrap across the entire math hallway. They've also blown up several hundred balloons and scattered them around the halls—much to the teachers and janitors' dismay.
To get these last few high school pranks, you must first understand a little bit about band camp where I go to high school. Every year, we pack up on three or four busses an ride for about two hours to the middle of nowhere. The town we stay in for the week of band camp is literally two dorm rooms, a cafeteria, a library, a gas station, a football field a super Wal-Mart, and a good ol' fashioned Country Kitchen for if you're feeling really snazzy (e.g. on prom night). We literally pull over on the side of the highway, and that's where we spend the week.
Every year at the end of the week, we partake in end-of-band-camp-fun-times. This includes the world's largest game of duck duck goose, hitting open a nasty piñata (full of dog food, cake, something from the Country Kitchen, and some of that scintillating band camp coleslaw), and senior pranks.
There is exactly one port-a-potty at band camp, and there's a special club for the people that use it—other clubs include the no soda club and the you didn't get knocked up at band camp club. Last year, a senior saran wrapped the portable so no one could get inside.
This summer's was a little bit better unless you happen to be a supporter of the ethical treatment of frogs. The seniors drove over about twenty frogs with their cars and put them on all the flautists' music stands. Before I was in high school, someone put a live lobster in our band director's bed.
Wherever your pranking instincts take you this year, make sure you don't do a lame one like napping in the hall. Napping is strictly reserved for sixth hour Trig.
To get these last few high school pranks, you must first understand a little bit about band camp where I go to high school. Every year, we pack up on three or four busses an ride for about two hours to the middle of nowhere. The town we stay in for the week of band camp is literally two dorm rooms, a cafeteria, a library, a gas station, a football field a super Wal-Mart, and a good ol' fashioned Country Kitchen for if you're feeling really snazzy (e.g. on prom night). We literally pull over on the side of the highway, and that's where we spend the week.
Every year at the end of the week, we partake in end-of-band-camp-fun-times. This includes the world's largest game of duck duck goose, hitting open a nasty piñata (full of dog food, cake, something from the Country Kitchen, and some of that scintillating band camp coleslaw), and senior pranks.
There is exactly one port-a-potty at band camp, and there's a special club for the people that use it—other clubs include the no soda club and the you didn't get knocked up at band camp club. Last year, a senior saran wrapped the portable so no one could get inside.
This summer's was a little bit better unless you happen to be a supporter of the ethical treatment of frogs. The seniors drove over about twenty frogs with their cars and put them on all the flautists' music stands. Before I was in high school, someone put a live lobster in our band director's bed.
Wherever your pranking instincts take you this year, make sure you don't do a lame one like napping in the hall. Napping is strictly reserved for sixth hour Trig.
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