Wednesday, April 14, 2010

The Final Guest Blog...

The final guest blogger in my run of TREMENDOUS guest bloggers is...

KATIE! Otherwise known as Statgirl from some of my older blogs.

Katie doesn't have a blog, but she wanted to try her hand at it with this story. So without further ado, here she is!

Ok, so…I dunno how this whole blogging thing goes, so im just gonna try and do my best…

Anytree, last year, around this time, I was getting ready to graduate high school..(1st in a class of 32, might I add!) well, as you know, there is this tradition called a Senior Prank, and the last couple of years, there hadn’t been one, soooo it was our job to restart the tradition…

The bad thing about this is that our classes idea of a  “harmless” prank was to remove the valve stems (if you don’t know what a valve stem is, it’s the thing that makes the air stay in a tire) off of 5 of the 6 buses that our school ran ever morning.  Lots of students didn’t quite make it to school on time.   As you can tell, my class holds the gray crayons of the box.

The group of kids that I ran with had nothing to do with this prank, as we were the good kids.  Well….kinda…we did stupid, yet harmless stuff…

Me and my friends (we’ll just leave their names out of this) decided that we were going to do something productive to make everyone forget about the bus incident.  We were going to plant a tree.  So, that night, we sneak up to the school, pick out the tree that we are going to, ahem, move to another location, and start digging.

There was one major flaw in this plan…we forgot flashlights.  So while using the camera flash to see, we dug up this tree.  It took us 30 minutes to get through the roots.  It was nuts.  Then…we pick out target destination.  Right dead center of the baseball field.  That’s right, the pitchers mound. 

Ok…the dirt on a pitchers mound is packed tighter than Travis shoved in a Prius, so it took us a good hour to dig a hole deep enough to put this tree in there…it was crazy!  We dug the hole, put the tree in, and packed the dirt in around it.  It was a masterpiece. 

The next day, as the baseball coach was walking onto the baseball field while talking on the phone, and I quote “(insert meaningless conversation here) oh my god, there is a tree on my mound.” (that’s what she said)
Ok…so,  the whole bus thing was forgotten, and no one ever suspected the valedictorian, salutatorian, and the “most enterprising” student to ever  break the rules by planting a tree…



  1. That was a awesome senior prank!

    I think my class brought the principals car (her daughter was in our class) into the courtyard and wrapped it.

  2. Awesome prank I don't think we did one or maybe I wasn't part of the cool crowd and included! Oh! how I hated HS!

  3. If I had a nickel for every time I said that there was a tree on my mound I'd have, like, a nickel..including this time because I read out loud when I type.

    True story.

  4. What a great story! I would never have been involved in a prank at school because I was like "goody two shoes." Now my twin sister? She's a whole different story!

  5. Great Prank!

    You have the right to reamin silent.
    Annthing you say can be used....

  6. Ooooohhhh. I wish I had thought of that when I was in high school, oh so many years ago.

    Our idea was to sod the main hall of the building, where everyone entered, and have farm animals running about. Sadly, this didn't happen because (a) i live outside Chicago and to us a farm animal is a Canada goose (b) the kid who's dad owned the landscaping firm said we could use the sod if he got some business out of it and (c) because no one actually had the balls to pull it off.

    But this year is my 10 year reunion. Stay tuned to see what happens!

  7. OMG this would be awesome to behold! I bow to you!

  8. When I was in high-school, we moved the principal's Volkswagon into the building....I mean waaaaay into the building! Problem was, when it came time to extract it things were a bit dicey. Seems like the laws of nature took over and those who were the strongest were also the fastest, and also the one's to escape the long arm of authority! Lots of fun, though.

    OK, Travis. I know you are busy right now, but you DID encourage me with your kind words a while back; so please drop in on me at:
    My status as a "lurker" has officially been changed. I know it's too long, but I felt it was necessary to lay the ground-work.


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