Here's why a high school should never hold early finals for Seniors: with a full week to go, they've got nothing left to do except make trouble.
Here's how streakers typically do their thing these days: they choose a time when everyone can see--even create the time, if they can--then start at one end of campus, strip out of clothes they have no desire to see again (yes, we find the clothes), run across campus with masks over their heads (they'll get the credit later, through backchannels), and jump into the waiting getaway car out back. Only once in our school's history has anyone actually caught one mid-sprint and wrestled him to the ground, and I don't know all the details; I do know, however, that it was that incident that started the policy that we don't catch them mid-sprint and wrestle them to the ground.
When it happened this week, it involved fireworks and throwing water balloons (not realizing, of course, that the underclassmen would respond with volleys of full soda cans). It got pretty out of hand, and in the end we had two sets of clothes (for four streakers), several expended fireworks, a partial license plate number on the getaway car, and a video taken by one of the Seniors. I can't disclose how far we got with any of it, but I can tell you that no one was seriously injured. Thank God.
Right as it started, though, one of these naked teens (blech) bumped right into me. I'm not one to wish harm on children (or anyone, really), but if I'd had just a moment more to think about it, I wonder if I would've stuck out my foot and he moved on. Probably.