School Finished...FOREVER!
Yesterday was my last full day of school, and so on Tuesday night a couple of pranks were played in the late hours of the night.
Arriving at 8pm I was kicked off the property by the caretaker, Phil, with the threat of police being called. A security guard was being hired for the night to keep watch. So there went the idea of building an tropical island on the "sacred lawn" with a moat filled with water and bubbles (detergent); and the idea of moving all the chairs from classrooms and hiding in the PAC (assembly hall). Therefore A new plan had to be contstructed. Most people went home. But in the end eight of us remained and it was decided to go and get white and red paint and draw crime-scene body outlines on concrete around the school, with fake blood to match. A few hours later, and the last outline drawn on the library steps, the final words were written, "R.I.P Class Of 2006"
At that, a man came running towards us. We never saw his face, a second later we scattered. And when meeting up again we started to jump the gate on our way out, only to find other students had decided to come after-all. We followed the group to se what pranks they were playing. Several groups emerged. One group dug a hole in the "sacred lawn", constructed a pond and had a manikin of the year 13 Head of School fishing in it. Another group carboard-boxed up the canteen. A third group, which must have come after I had left, painted the trunk of the "sacred tree". And the fourth group, which also must have come later, cemented the locks of some of the Block doors. A fifth person came and spray painted "Prince Raquim" on the "sacred lawn" (his alias)
The next morning, the Principal and Head of School were very angry. I had been told to be creative and not destructive with my prank. The reason we did our prank was because it was creative, and paint does come off concrete. People were asked to come forward with who did what or we would have to pay for repairs instead of going to Leaver's Dinner. Mr Turnball thought the tree was going to die because of the paint, he was so upset.
No-one tried to conceil who did what. That is one thing about talking to 7th formers, we are atleast honest by the time we are 17-18yrs.
The following punishments were inflicted on each of the members of the groups.
Team Crime-Scene: Will have to pay cost of removing paint from concrete
Team Pond: No punishment
Team Canteen: No punishment
Team Tree: Stood down, don't graduate high school, miss Leaver's Dinner
Team Concrete: Stood down, don't graduate high school, miss Leaver's Dinner
Prince Raquim: Stood down, don't graduate high school, miss Leaver's Dinner
Today I had one period of school to go to. So we all brought something and had a breakfast. Then my year group rehearsed for our graduation tonight, after which I came home.
So now, I have five exams, each three hours long, no more classes. And I am finished school forever. (given that university doesn't count as a school).
Arriving at 8pm I was kicked off the property by the caretaker, Phil, with the threat of police being called. A security guard was being hired for the night to keep watch. So there went the idea of building an tropical island on the "sacred lawn" with a moat filled with water and bubbles (detergent); and the idea of moving all the chairs from classrooms and hiding in the PAC (assembly hall). Therefore A new plan had to be contstructed. Most people went home. But in the end eight of us remained and it was decided to go and get white and red paint and draw crime-scene body outlines on concrete around the school, with fake blood to match. A few hours later, and the last outline drawn on the library steps, the final words were written, "R.I.P Class Of 2006"
At that, a man came running towards us. We never saw his face, a second later we scattered. And when meeting up again we started to jump the gate on our way out, only to find other students had decided to come after-all. We followed the group to se what pranks they were playing. Several groups emerged. One group dug a hole in the "sacred lawn", constructed a pond and had a manikin of the year 13 Head of School fishing in it. Another group carboard-boxed up the canteen. A third group, which must have come after I had left, painted the trunk of the "sacred tree". And the fourth group, which also must have come later, cemented the locks of some of the Block doors. A fifth person came and spray painted "Prince Raquim" on the "sacred lawn" (his alias)
The next morning, the Principal and Head of School were very angry. I had been told to be creative and not destructive with my prank. The reason we did our prank was because it was creative, and paint does come off concrete. People were asked to come forward with who did what or we would have to pay for repairs instead of going to Leaver's Dinner. Mr Turnball thought the tree was going to die because of the paint, he was so upset.
No-one tried to conceil who did what. That is one thing about talking to 7th formers, we are atleast honest by the time we are 17-18yrs.
The following punishments were inflicted on each of the members of the groups.
Team Crime-Scene: Will have to pay cost of removing paint from concrete
Team Pond: No punishment
Team Canteen: No punishment
Team Tree: Stood down, don't graduate high school, miss Leaver's Dinner
Team Concrete: Stood down, don't graduate high school, miss Leaver's Dinner
Prince Raquim: Stood down, don't graduate high school, miss Leaver's Dinner
Today I had one period of school to go to. So we all brought something and had a breakfast. Then my year group rehearsed for our graduation tonight, after which I came home.
So now, I have five exams, each three hours long, no more classes. And I am finished school forever. (given that university doesn't count as a school).
Labels: Cashmere High School, pranks
posted by Rayd at 2:23 pm
3 Comments:
Hoo...Raah!
How fondly I recall my escape from highschool in 1981 and my firm resolve to never return.
God bless you the rest of your life, in the serene knowledge those wonderful days will never come again!
I grew up listening to adults lament the passage of their youth, and with the counterfeit assurance of pseudo-intellectuals that I would never see 30 because of overpopulation/nuclear war/a new ice age coming/bubblegum under the seats of the movie theatres/pollution/all of the above lies.
Lo and behold, all these end-of-the-world scenarios never played out. I suspect they won't either!
Love God, love your neighbor, and remember that life after birth is as important as life after death.
More so, IMHO.
I can definitely see the artistic side of the Crime Scene prank. In fact, I really wish I could've been there to take a photo of it. That would've been brilliant to see!
Dude, those are some pretty out-of-it pranks.
It sounds like your principal over-reacted somewhat... he can't stop people from graduating from High School, can he?
What is he going to do, make people come back next year? Stop them from sitting exams? Write a letter to all the employers in NZ and tertiary institutions and ask them not to accept any applications?
If your principal persists with that line give The Press a ring and tell them.
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