One Night of Lawlessness: Aftermath

I turned around and looked at the school building. I watched as the light to the stairs got turned on....

(if this quote is unfamiliar to you, this final post would make more sense if you went here and read this first)

I was terrified. Not only had I forgotten to text Egypt to tell him I was on my way, but also someone who potentially could ruin my chance of graduating was seconds away from catching me. I needed to think quickly. One more time I needed to use that brain that earned me Valedictorian... 

I laid down. Flat down. In the middle of the parking lot and I stopped breathing. I lied there ready to die. (I have NO idea if I used the correct verbs of "lay" in those sentences. "lay" was never my strong suit. "You got lied?!") These were my final moments, and the school would escape unscathed while I rot in the parking lot for my attempted misdemeanors. 

One Night of Lawlessness: Execution

Luckily for us, as our very last plan (or so we thought) failed, we were presented with one more chance to get into the building... (if this quote is unfamiliar to you, this post would make more sense if you went here and read this first)

Kindergarten Graduation. We have all done it. The small production followed by a little ceremony where you wear a mini cap-n-gown and they hand you a piece of rolled up copy paper. This seemingly unimportant event was exactly what we needed to pull off our prank of the century. Not only would attending such an event gain us access to the building, but it would also look very good on us to show up and "support" the graduating twirlers. (I'm not sure if anybody else in the world uses the word "twirlers" to refer to young children, but I think I heard my cousin use it one time and it has stuck ever since)

I consider this proof that the diploma is actually copy paper.

One Night of Lawlessness: Planning

Senior Year. If you know anything about me at all, then you probably know that senior year in high school was the worst year of my life. (thus far) I have elected to write three posts, however, that record the happenings of one good night senior year. One Night of Lawlessness.

This night actually started my sophomore year in high school. I know that sentence makes about as much sense as somebody saying that Britney Spears can't sing but we will leave it because I am about to explain. Patience my young grasshopper. So my sophomore year in high school was Sister's senior year. Sister's class was the very first class at our high school to pull a senior prank. And it was a good one. What they did was fill the halls in our high school with cups full of water. So they were lined wall to wall with water-filled cups down the entire hall. If one desired to walk through the hall they would have to individually move and dump each cup. Did I mention the cups also blocked the path to the bathrooms?

You clever, clever people...