Do you remember any pranks from your high school days?
Original post made by Don Frances, Mountain View Voice Editor, on Jun 22, 2007
(Asked in Downtown Mountain View. Pictures and interviews by Melody Dye.)
"We didn't do much in high school since we were so goody-goody. This one time though we used the school letterhead to send a scandalous note to one of our friends. Unfortunately we addressed it wrong and the post delivered it back to the principal!"
--Kim Ahmad, Mountain View
"When I was a junior, the senior class turned the school's Olympic-sized swimming pool into a lake of dog food. A bunch of guys hopped the fence and poured something like a thousand tons of Kibble into the pool."
--Jordan Blake, San Mateo
"Our school had this band practice room where all the band geeks congregated to rehearse for concerts. This one time, as a prank, I opened the steam radiator and it flooded the room an inch or two deep while all the guys were practicing. Some other cat dumped fluorescent-green shark repellant in the water and tossed out a couple of life preservers."
--Rocky, New York (formerly Mountain View)
"In Japan we don't have that kind of thing. Always though we gave very funny nicknames to the teachers, like Gorilla, Cute Boy, Talky Talky. Another custom was to go to a teacher and to ask him to "free the class" when we didn't want to hear lecture anymore. ... It was maybe 50 percent successful."
--Marty Matsuo, Los Gatos
"In 1956, I went to Lowell High School in San Francisco. That year, some senior guys took two carloads down to North Beach. This one guy had a starter gun, the type they use in track races that shoots blanks. Well, we get down to the stoplight at the corner of Broadway and Kearney, and one car pushes a guy out the backseat and fires at him with the starter gun, then races off. The kid goes flat on the pavement. Then the other car pulls up, picks up the 'body,' and stuffs it in the back seat. It was all fun and games until Monday morning when we all get called into the principal's office and the cops were there, waiting for us."
--Richard Hudson, San Jose