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During homecoming week, a huge rivalry was taking place. The football players were popular but hashing through a losing season. The volleyball players were unknown to most but in first place in the conference. Typical. The football players toilet-papered the homes of the volleyball players, the volleyball players did the homes of the football players. Technically vandalism, but meant in fun. That Friday was a shortened day for us as the kids would be released early to attend the homecoming parade. In fourth hour, the last of the day, everyone knew no work was going to be done. In the spirit of homecoming, it was time for some fun. I let two kids go at a time to the restroom to get some toilet paper and bring it back to my classroom. Within ten minutes we had eight rolls. I then took my class on a "field trip" for the day. One of the sweetest and most beloved teachers, Nancy Hill, had her class outside that afternoon. It was perfect. My class was fully armed, and in all of two minutes Mrs. Hill's room was toast. When she realized from outside that someone was in her classroom and started to come in, he hit the trail back to my class. I learned later that she laughed loudly at the sight, thoroughly impressed with my leadership and cunning. High off the success, we went to take on another class. This time, we hit Sarah Spors, one of the new teachers in the school while her class was full! She was dumbfounded... absolutely couldn't believe what my class had done to hers. We only had time for one more. We took a class vote for our third and final victim, Anne Markos. By the time we got there, though, the woman working hall monitor duty saw we were coming, warned Ms. Markos, closed the door, and called for the principal. I sounded retreat, we started heading back, and there he was... as pissed off as I'd ever seen him. We went back to class, not with our tails between our legs, but proud of this "serious" crime... only to find that while we were out my room was trashed! Mrs. Hill's and Ms. Spors' classes had cleaned up all the toilet paper in their rooms and used our own weapons against us! I couldn't help but laugh... it was one hell of a retalitory strike. In the last few minutes of class time remaining, we cleaned up my room, and everyone was off to homecoming in high spirits. |