April Fool's Day: The Aftermath

Now I enjoy a good joke as much as the next person, in fact some might even say that I love jokes, that I revel in them. Well, Dear Reader, it may come as a shock to find that this April Fool's Day was spent by me waiting out the storm. As a result of my year long tricks and jokes many people hold me in especially low credibility of April Fool's Day. As a result, my tricks never work on April Fool's Day. I would be okay with the day if it were just that, but the problems of the day are compounded with the fact that I am, ironically, very easily tricked, being the trusting person that I am.

Although I currently reside with an entire country between us, my Father still finds away to fool me on this day. As he led me on a half hour scourge of the internet, I'm sure he was laughing away back home. As a result I was on the watch for the rest of the day. Unfortunately the Hebrew Quiz was a very real thing. Returning home later in the day I elected to hold down the fort, my hall being infested with self proclaimed "Mercenary Pranksters". And these individuals are actually quite skilled. I have seen their work and been impressed. However, also as a result of their activities, our hall is frequently targeted by other halls for retaliatory actions. May we never forget the Shower Curtain Affair of Fall 2014.

So there I was, at my desk, in my room, with a packet of Economics work that has taken approximately 12 hours in total to finish. When I hear a commotion in the halls. The first major prank of the day. I see a group of these "Mercenary Pranksters" moving the bed and personal effects of one resident into the bathroom. The roommate of this resident was complicit, being the Captain of this Band. I return to my desk and work a few more hours. Before long, the next prank occurs. Peering out of my door I see that it is not in fact my door they were laughing at, I had feared attack all day, it is the door across the hall. A stack of cups, full of water have been stacked like a pyramid in front of the door, with the bottom-most cup taped to the door which would undoubtedly cause a cascade of water upon the opening of the door. Satisfied that I was still safe I returned.

The rest of the night passed without great incident. Except for my roommate revealing that he possessed four cans of silly string all was quiet on the home front. Until this morning that is of course. Exiting my room for the daily morning rituals of showering I came across an impressive sight. Barricades in the hall had been erected, barricades of newspaper creating for an interesting trek to the doors. There were also traces of silly string on the ground as if some great battle had ensued the night before. I guess I will never know the truth of what occurred that night after I had retired to my bed, and, to be honest, I do not believe I want to know.