Senior Sedition
Yesterday, I made history. My class and I were the first to plan and pull off a successful senior prank. The sun rose on a very different Pinecrest Academy, one filled with holiday blowups,a kiddy pool filled with fish and turtles, bubble wrap, and girlified men's rooms. Reaction from teachers and administration was generally positive, with one teacher excitedly squealing, "Girls, it was just precious!"
We had planned this prank for over 3 months, carefully construction a fool proof plan to transform our school over night. We gathered at a friend's house (which was conveniently adjacent to school) at 9, made posters and assembled supplies. A group of girls drove by the school to make sure the security guard was gone and the gates were locked. At 12:30 am, nearly 30 girls could be seen pouring onto the campus, resembling a wild tribe of Huns, though with decidedly less destructive goals. Since we had allotted the jobs, we were able to work silently and effectively. I helped prep the "senior retreat" which was in the lobby and consisted of a kiddy pool, water creatures, a Beach Boys CD on repeat, various towels and beach umbrellas, and an overactive bubble machine. Afterward I worked in the boys' bathroom. We spread rose petals, valentine hearts, mints, and glitter on the floor, covered the walls with Twilight and Jonas Brothers posters, sprayed the entire area with strong perfume, and placed flowers in the urinals. It was a scream! The biggest risk was that the police would come and that we would all end up in jail for breaking and entering. Despite one false alarm (which nearly caused my early death), our luck held. We left school at 2:30 am, and proceeded to Waffle House to replenish our waning energy. We dragged ourselves to someone's house, popped in "The Wedding Planner" and called it a night. Or should I say morning.
We had planned this prank for over 3 months, carefully construction a fool proof plan to transform our school over night. We gathered at a friend's house (which was conveniently adjacent to school) at 9, made posters and assembled supplies. A group of girls drove by the school to make sure the security guard was gone and the gates were locked. At 12:30 am, nearly 30 girls could be seen pouring onto the campus, resembling a wild tribe of Huns, though with decidedly less destructive goals. Since we had allotted the jobs, we were able to work silently and effectively. I helped prep the "senior retreat" which was in the lobby and consisted of a kiddy pool, water creatures, a Beach Boys CD on repeat, various towels and beach umbrellas, and an overactive bubble machine. Afterward I worked in the boys' bathroom. We spread rose petals, valentine hearts, mints, and glitter on the floor, covered the walls with Twilight and Jonas Brothers posters, sprayed the entire area with strong perfume, and placed flowers in the urinals. It was a scream! The biggest risk was that the police would come and that we would all end up in jail for breaking and entering. Despite one false alarm (which nearly caused my early death), our luck held. We left school at 2:30 am, and proceeded to Waffle House to replenish our waning energy. We dragged ourselves to someone's house, popped in "The Wedding Planner" and called it a night. Or should I say morning.
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