Like I said, I never know who’s reading this blog until I say something that makes someone remember something else. I was just reminded of a stunt in my senior year in high school (yeah, a long time ago in a galaxy not so far, far away). Some of you weren’t born yet so let me explain.
It was a few days before graduation. A good friend and I decided (foolishly) to toilet paper the quad at the school. In order to be as mobile as possible, I stuffed some rolls of TP into a backpack and met my friend at the campus just after midnight.
We looked over our supplies and realized that we needed more. My friend had some extra stuff at his house, so we stashed the stuff we brought into the bushes and hopped into his truck, then drove to his house.
The resupply activity was uneventful, but when he pulled his truck into the school parking lot, there were three police cars there. He calmly made a U-turn and drove down the street three blocks until the police pulled us over. They asked what we were doing and asked to see our IDs. When we complied, they looked at our IDs and started laughing.
One of them told me, “The next time you decide to do something stupid, don’t leave evidence behind with your name on it!” He opened his trunk and pulled my backpack out, which, unfortunately, had my name printed on it.
They told us that we could pick up our IDs and my backpack at the principal’s office in the morning. My friend was laughing too. He just smiled and shook his head, saying, “Only you. Only you.”
What happened at the principal’s office? He laughed too, but we were suspended for the day. It was a light sentence, but we were both honor students and we didn’t complete the vandalism attempt.
I don’t know which hurt more ... the unsuccessful attempt at TPing the quad or that our mothers had to call the school to verify our suspensions, because they thought we were ditching classes.
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