They Almost Left Me For Dead

Revenge is sweet - this is true...but it sucks when it's revenge on you!

A month ago the FFA attended their annual state convention. A group of us officer girls decided to play a prank on our fellow officer boys and had spent a month planning it - gathering supplies and plotting furiously. We got Mr. Openshaw in on it and it was sick! We hashed out their hotel room with Fremont souvenirs and balloons and soap. It was rather harmless, but oh-so-funny. :) Brent and Dakota swore vengeance upon anyone who helped scheme the prank on them. The mastermind of the whole plot was Emma, but I helped considerably in the act...so we were the two main targets...dun-dun-DUN!

So over the last month, Dakota and Brent have had us all pysched out. We never knew when the were going to hit, but they would smile and laugh at us anytime we saw them. I swear they were going to attack my room because of overheard conversations, so every night I would hesitate to open my door. That would have been the nicest thing they could do.

But they didn't.

During our landscaping class we started to walk out to the tree nursery and I had to stop at my car to get a backpack sprayer from my trunk. I was confused. Was that my car? WAS THAT MY CAR?!?!? My little white escort was propped up on jacks and my front tires were missing. Lined paper was shoved underneath my windshield wipers with snide little sayings like, "Don't you love the FFA?", "Have fun getting home today!", "Best Friends Forever!", et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. I was ready to kick their butts. I knew it was Brent and Dakota.

Jess: "Where are my tires?"

Dakota: "I dunno! They musta roled down the hill."

Jess: "Where are my tires?!"

Dakota: "Way down there somewhere!"

Jess: "WHERE ARE MY TIRES?!?!?"

Dakota: "They're in my trunk."

I chased Dakota halfway down the parking lot, but flip-flops make terrible running shoes. And I told Brent I hated him. But I couldn't help but laugh the entire time. I definitely wasn't expecting this as revenge! Our whole class was laughing. They went out during third period and swiped my tires; so not only did they get revenge on me, they sluffed to do it.

I made Dakota and Brent stick my tires back on. They did it with smiles on their faces. Proud little suckers.

Quite frankly, I learned one very important lesson from this entire revenge experience: I need to remember how to change a tire.