Let's All Go Play Dodgeball

Recently, I was reminded of a high school incident that's never been explored at the Drawing Board. Today, I explore that space.

I was a good student in gym. So good, that when I needed an extra elective as a senior, I took a class called "More Gym" or something equally ridiculous. We played dodgeball a lot. I loved it.

One day, during a particularly epic dodgeball match, I lost the handle on a ball as I was attempting to strike another fellow with it. The thing took off, bounced off of a basketball goal and skied into a balcony of the gym that had never been used, at least not that anyone knew of.

So I climbed up there to retrieve the ball. The place was a graveyard for gym equipment. There were old sections of bleachers, entirely flattened balls, a shredded volleyball net. I vaguely wondered if my poorly-thrown dodgeball had suffered a similar fate upon arrival. Maybe I would meet my end here as well.

I rifled around, searching for the ball, but to no avail. The thing had disappeared altogether. The call came from below, "Find that ball, meathead!"

Perhaps it had rolled behind the wrestling mats. I went in for a peek, and what I saw was not a dodgeball. Instead, I laid my eyes upon a tremendous pile of human feces. Someone (or someones) had saved their defecations for a significant amount of time and laid them to rest here, arranged with a particular and specific design.

Put plainly, they had written "1997" in poop.

It was a tremendous senior prank that lay entirely uncredited in the annals of history. Until now.