Pranks! When I was in high school in rural Ohio, pranks were the noblest of all creative endeavors. The best of them—like when a kid made a whistler tip in shop class and installed it on a friend’s car—lived in legend alongside the most vile, which may have involved pee, Sierra Mist, and a middle-school dance. We watched way too much CKY.
For three months, the Kenyon College dining hall displayed a portrait of a swarthy bullfighter among its gray-haired, pale-skinned college founders. I may or may not have had something to do with this.
Click through for pranks that, of course, make Johnny Knoxville (and me) look like a simpleton. As if that were tough. —Cooper Fleishman