Today, I fucked up... by bringing the bomb squad to my high school
It was my senior year in high school and wrestling season had just ended. My aunt sent me a congratulatory musical card ā the kind that plays part of a song when you open it ā which I thought would be fun to tape to the inside of my locker (I shared this locker with a friend of mine) so that it played every time I opened it. This one played āSimply the Bestā by Tina Turner. It worked, and I enjoyed it for a few days until the weekend which I spent in the mountains on a hiking trip with my dad and brother.
When the trip was over I checked my phone and saw that I had a voicemail from my locker-mate saying there was āa bomb scare or somethingā and that I had to talk to my principal on Monday. That Monday morning, I met with my principal who explained to me that a night janitor heard a ticking noise coming from my locker (apparently thatās what those cards start to do when they run low on battery) and called the police, who called the bomb squad, who shut down the two major intersecting roads near my school and brought in a robot to inspect my locker. When the robot x-rayed the locker, they saw the ādeviceā taped to the door, some half-empty water bottles that happened to be on the top shelf that they thought must have been chemicals or explosives. They also thought they saw wires connecting everything together. Eventually they saw the monstrosity for what it was and shut down the operation, but apparently it was a pretty elaborate production. The article made the front page of the local newspaper the next day, complete with a photo and everything.
I never really got into trouble in high school and the principal knew who I was, so after talking for a few minutes we agreed that the whole thing was an honest mistake and that there was no malicious intent (although he said some parents were upset to the point that they wanted me suspended, expelled, or even to pursue some kind of legal action) and he let me off the hook.
In his own words: āIām not exactly sure what Iām supposed to lecture you about, but I have to say something. I guess donātā¦ uhhā¦ modify lockers anymore?ā
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