Bang!
During my eleventh grade year at high school, we had to dissect fetal pigs in my biology course. Our classroom was situated on the building’s fourth level, with a clear view of the football field and its seats. The team usually practiced in the afternoons, coinciding with our class times.
One day, our teacher had to step out for a brief moment to use the restroom. Seizing the opportunity, my best friend—still my best pal today—cracked open the window. With adrenaline pumping, I threw a fetal pig across the room and towards the open window with all my strength. Risking a quick glance, we could see the fetal pig splattered across the lower seats close to where the football team was catching their breath. Swiftly, my friend shut the window. As if on cue, the final bell sounded and we made our escape.