At the high school I teach at, the teachers wanted to go with a group theme. Six of us schemed and, to the surprise of the students (and the rest of the staff), arrived as Clue characters. We were pretty extravagant about it—we posted wanted posters around the school with our pictures, traced a dead body on the blacktop where the kids eat lunch, and acted throughout the day whenever we ran into each other. The kids loved it, and kept asking who the “real murderer” was. The thing is, we’re not even sure! Perhaps next year will bring about another installment in the mystery. If not, we may not ever know which of us dastardly villains is the culprit!
And, as you can probably tell, I am Mrs. White! Me? A murderer? Surely someone like myself is not capable of such deeds… ;)