Essay on a whim 1

There is only one phrase that can describe my school life now- scripted up.Every single day passes by as if it was in a script, with us being the actors and fate being the scriptwriter . To top it all, the script Fate has written for me isn't exactly exciting. So like any good-natured actor, I would try to inject my own elements of surpirse into this play to get the audience hooked on- Pranks.

Throughout the play, countless pranks have been sprung -either by me or on me. Some were for the sake of fun, some were malicious acts designed to torture the victim as he or she writhed in pain as humiliation slowly and painfully eroded their pride. Yet , there is one special prank -that failed- which is going to stay in my heart forever, a stark reminder that we should always make sure who is behind the door...

‎"You are surrounded! There is no way for you to run now! Put down your weapons!" he shouted at the door, pretending to be a cop who was poised to rescue a helpless hostage- most likely a pretty girl held at gun point by a menacing villain

Being a part of the school drama team, i "acted on reflex" and decided to raise my devastatingly powerful beige-coloured firearm:two-fingers and a thumb.I aimed the "gunsight" at the door, and braced to challenge the criminal in a firefight.
My friend , now with his own gun, opened the door.

In the inky darkness that was now engulfed by the right sunlight that shone through the open door, I saw an unfamiliar face. within a second, it dawned on me that the teacher whom we intended to play a prank on was not there! In her place, a rather surprised looking ms yong was seated on the chair, eyes on me and my devastatingly embarrassing finger gun

to top it all, it was pointed at her. An adrenaline surge erupted from my heart and into my legs as I sprinted away, in shame and humilliation. I thought aloud : Oh my god I am in sooo much trouble.." My friends had too, scuttled away from the " crime scene"

I escaped to the relatively safe sanctuary of the toilet to get a breather. My friend (csl) came in too and for a moment we did nothing but laugh at my stupidity

moral of these few posts: when you fail to plan you plan to fail.