"Pink Floyd Senior Prank" by Rrose Selavy

I'm John Fallot, and I just finished my senior prank.
Most pranks consist of something mundane, like guys running in gorilla suits or some idiot unleashing bouncy balls in a one-story school. But I am an artist, I can't settle with mundane.
Our school doesn't let its teachers talk during board meetings. Security cameras in omniscient black orbs line the walls. And our literary magazine is censored: I never knew abortion was an expletive, or that a cat sleeping could be violent.
Now they are making the switch to uniforms. It won't affect me, but it will affect our current freshman class and those younger. Most are stupid, stinking beasts only good for meat-product, but you know I've got a sweet spot for them. And the school has been spam-like in their intrusive advertisements.

They were practically begging me to lampoon.

Development:
It normally doesn't take a rocket scientist to come up with a brilliant idea, but one just happened to be present when the idea came up. It was in Science Club, the teacher's table was thick with flyers, the class filled with cheap freshman labor, Pink Floyd's "The Trial" playing in my head. ‰t was only natural. ‰ made a quick sketch, and in that one-week interlude had completed the final design. I hid them like plans for some mega-weapon (not really, I flaunted them everywhere I went and told peers and teachers openly about it.)

When I came back, I presented my idea to the Science Club. Three freshmen stepped forward agreeing to help. As we conspired, the teacher (for all intents and purposes we'll name Dr. J) hunched over and whispered. "Well, you didn't hear it from me, but how are you going to handle the camera situation?"
The original plan was this:
**Create 451 flyers: 400 black and white, 51 colored.
**Come into school around 6:00am with at least 10 helpers.
**Strike on the day of the school's budget vote and board of ed election.
To handle the cameras we considered wearing Groucho Marx glasses, but that never happened. Ultimately however, it was postponed. Not only could it have poorly influenced the vote (which wouldn't have been good for anyone), but there were also not enough materials and helpers. It was all for the better though, since it gave us time to create a more economical plan.
451 flyers were reduced to 251 (it remained 451 in spirit). And the date was moved to a week later, Wednesday the 27th of May. We learned it was going to rain that day however, so it became Thursday, the 28th of May.
As almost an after-thought, I came up with four special posters. There is a dividing wall in our cafeteria that separates it from an adjacent hallway. Given the Pink Floyd theme, it was fitting to great four signs that read "Tear" "Down" "The" "Wall".

Final Preparations and Execution:

What she had said was "You're going to get in trouble if you keep doing this." ¼/p>

What I heard was "Gee willikers, I'm going to be a giant c**t and tear down all your posters!"

And she did just that. "he entire second story was stripped bare.

Then Vail came up with another teacher, who had a handful of our flyers. "he said, "You can't do this, you're going to get in trouble and these are all going to get taken down."

Kind of a self-fulfilling prophecy, don't you think?

"If you have a problem with the school uniform, address it with the principal."

But it's satire? —ell, wouldn't be the first time that was missed.

Vail and I went downstairs and met Adam on the way up.¼/p>

"They're taking down all the posters." Vail said "We're done for."¼/p>

"No. "hey've only seen the posters in the front. "hey still don't know about the cafeteria. ƒome on, we can still do this."

And we did.

Aftermath:

"I think I'm going to let this one go."

And so the gray piece of paper fluttered to the bottom of the recycling bin.

"Any final words?"

sigh "It was a good poster."