@jazzlsx:

That reminds me of the time my junior year when I came to school the last day for seniors just to find that several of them had thought it would be hilarious to duct tape "potted meat food product" all over my locker, sealing it completely, of course. Needless to say, I was late to class.

@TimeChaser:

The final count is just in: 118 balloons. Wowzers.

Harmful or deeply humiliating pranks aren't very much appreciated by me, but something that just the memory of it causes uncontrolled laughter and loads of nostalgia... I say go for it.

LOOK AT DA BALLOOOOOONS! O_O

Heh, I'm not really a prankish sort of person. I'd don't like having them done to me and I don't bother wasting the energy needed in doing them to someone else =P

@:

Pulling fire alarms: not cool
Having a full week to poke fun at the idiots at your school: very cool

@Allamorph:

Theft and vandalism aren't usually on the list of things we do as pranks here in the midwest. Coating someone's hair in thick red styling gel while they sleep, leading them to believe they're hemorrhaging when they look in the mirror, however, is.

@SomeGuy:

Dealing with music class pranks... My parents have long held that they wouldn't tolerate a teenager living in the house. My older brother had had his entire room plastered with Barney decorations (that horrid purple and green dinosaur abomination) the night he turned 13, so when it came my turn, I was on the lookout for suspicious behavior.

They started out by all crawling into my bed at about 6 am, knowing I shudder the thought of simply sleeping in the same room as another person. They overlooked the fact that I also wake at the sound of a flea sneezing, so I turned it around on them once they'd all settled. Thinking I was in the clear, I headed off to school. First hour was Orchestra, and since they'd woken me up so early, I decided not to waste my morning and arrived well before anyone else. I set up the stage, pulling out dozens of stands and twice as many chairs, arranging everything all neat and orderly. Still, no one else had arrived.

So, finally I went to get out my violin. Only, there happened to be a problem. My violin case was empty. In place of my cherished instrument, I found two objects: a toy violin programmed to play nursery rhymes, and a rather concise and biting note that read "Got you!"

I nearly had a heart attack. Not being prepared for class impacted your grade. Not bringing your instrument was crippling. Of course, I should have known my family wouldn't leave me stranded with nowhere to go but down the grading scale, but having the ones that had placed me in that position bail me out wasn't the first thing to cross my mind. My brother came bursting in cackling a few moments later, having watched me run around in panic for long enough. What a wonderful sibling to derive satisfaction from another's misfortune. Of course, I ignored his maniacal laughter and snatched the violin from his hands. The wretch.

Last year the senior class at my old high school decided it would be hilarious to release live chicken all over the high school.

So they stole a bunch from a local Tyson distribution center.

In order for the release to occur everywhere, they reasoned, the chickens had to be everywhere. What better place to store them than in people's lockers?

Too bad for them chickens panic in lockers and claw each other to death.

Half the school went home that day because of the stupidity. I had to drive my mother to the high school to check out my sister, and so I missed a good job interview.

At least our senior class just put a plastic gorilla on the roof.

One April Fools this one guy got our entire jazz band really well. We felt like hell when he got us, but in the long run he really did get us good.

It was grade 10, we had spring concerts, performances or festivals coming up or so, and our band teacher's brain had long-since exploded and he was off on more or less an indefinite leave. So while our little jazz band of about 20-some people slowly had this worry itching at the backs of our heads, he called a few of his best friends in the band and told them that we were going to have a special morning practice on a day we generally didn't have practice to catch up. So they in turn called the rest of us until we all knew.

Of course once we get there, teacher's not there, guy's not there and (logically) all the band rooms were in use by other morning jazz practices. The girls whom he had originally called then burst in looking like they were on the verge of tears (I guess 'cause we'd think they were in on it, or because they precipitated everything else), and we realized he got us.

Bastard.

Our payback wasn't quite as good that day, but that morning we were able to get the vice principal to agree to come into their B-block class (would have been English for the regular band people) and ask to speak with said-fellow outside.

I was told he was quite surprised for the most part until everything fell into place for him.

So yeah. Not quite the brilliant retaliation you hope for, but we put some good effort into it, I guess.

N-Dub was a weird place . . .

@ink.black.sky:

We do the most terrible and time consuming things to each other in my family, all for a laugh and some awesome video (which turned out quite well, btw). The whole senior prank thing is fairly popular here. A decent portion of the senior class has something done to them on the last day. It adds a bit of spice and anticipation to graduation, I'd say. ^^

We don't play senior pranks at my high school...we should start doing it though; it looks like fun.