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(Continued from previous post)
We criss-crossed another classroom door with 'invisible' tape, hoping some unsuspecting teacher would run into it. This may seem a small thing perhaps, but it was one prank of many. We also made cardboard Mickey Mouse hands - 3-fingers-and-a-button-white-glove affairs - and climbed up and taped them to the hands of the clocks in the library.
We thought a bomb might be a good idea, so a wind-up alarm clock that ticked loudly went into a box addressed to our physics teacher, to be delivered to him on his arrival at school that morning, ticking. Tick Tock! With no return address, of course. This was back before bombs were fashionable, before there were bomb scares in schools. Back then this was funny - sorta. Today, not so much.
Later that day, to our surprise, our physics teacher brought out from behind the very same lecturn that his brother the chemistry teacher used, the ticking box. "What's in it?" he asked the class, and suggested we open it and see. As a geek, nerd, dweeby science lover, I always sat in the front of the class, right in front of that self-same lecturn.
Mr. J very slowly and deliberately opened the box, and I jumped out of my seat when flames and sparks shot out of it when we thought it contained only a windup alarm clock. Gotcha! Nice get, teach.
(To be continued . . . )
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