Admin poses after Blickman pulls off his diabolical plan

For new Assistant Head of Upper School Sebastiaan Blickman, coming to Trinity was like high school all over again. As he entered the administrative offices of Stuart Hall, Blickman was met with all the cliques of nerdy history teachers, rowdy English teachers, and emo math teachers. Finally, Blickman was greeted by Trinity’s most influential entourage: the Plastics. 

Head of Upper School Tracy Bonday, Upper School Dean of Students Kyle McGimsey and Director of Learning and Instruction Stephanie Dryden stood ready to greet the newcomer.

“Hi there! I’m Mr. Blickman. I’m new here,” said Blickman. 

“Yeah we heard,” said Bonday.

“So… what exactly are you wearing,” said McGimsey.

“Just my first day of school fit. You like it?” said Blickman.

“On Wednesdays we wear pink… not whatever that color is,” said Dryden as she picked up Blickman’s blue and gold tie and dropped it with disgust.

Blickman hurried out of the office, embarrassed of his Trinity tie. As he walked through the halls, he noticed the pink outfits his peers were sporting. 

“Dr. Bonday wears a pink jean jacket with sandals, so I wear a pink jean jacket with sandals,” said English teacher Kent Kersten.

Little did Blickman know, the unwritten rules of Trinity Prep would extend far past a dress code. He would need help navigating the Plastics if he wanted to fit in as a valued member of administration. 

Blickman entered the Grille to find some new friends to sit with during his first lunch at a new school. He scanned the room, looking for familiar faces. The only friends he found, unfortunately, were the Plastics.

He walked his quesadilla over to the table, terrified for what they would say. 

“You can’t sit with us,” McGimsey said. 

Stunned, Blickman rerouted his walk to the table left of the Plastics. There, he found two unsuspecting teachers to join him on his new quest to overthrow the Plastics: Director of Forensics Benjamin Gaddis and Fellow Quinn McKenzie. The two teachers have been out to usurp the Plastics from the top of the food chain for years. 

“What’s the deal with Mr. McGimsey? He seems like he knows something that I don’t,” said Blickman.

“He’s full of secrets, that’s why his bowtie is so big,” said Gaddis.

“What kind of secrets?” said Blickman. 

“He keeps an extensively thorough list of every student who has ever been dress coded. Like ever,” said McKenzie.

Gaddis and McKenzie directed Blickman to their super secret lair: their shared office on the backside of Holloway. Once inside, Gaddis turned over his whiteboard to reveal a true crime-esque bulletin board tracking the Plastics’ every move. 

The three moved in silence, doing everything in their power to quietly sabotage the group, overthrowing the most intimidating group that the school had ever seen. 

Blickman entered the teacher’s lounge the next Monday afternoon with a basket of gifts: ready to sabotage his coworkers. The basket was complete with Trinity’s most illicit items: a pack of gum, ripped jeans, non-school hoodies, and a cellphone. His plan was complete: he would use the security camera on the far side of the room to catch the Plastics red-handed. 

Hours later, during break, he watched the camera closely. Finally, the Plastics entered the empty room. 

“What do we have here?” Bonday asked. 

The three began to sift through the basket, claiming their prizes. 

“I have really been craving some spearmint gum lately; what a funny coincidence,” McGimsey exclaimed. 

“These ripped jeans are totally my style. Why did we ever ban them here in the first place,” said Bonday.

“Look at this hoodie! Now I don’t have to wear this uncomfortable Saints hoodie all day!” said Dryden. 

Blickman grabbed the tapes and rushed over to Upper School assembly. He took his place on stage and confronted the student body with his troubling new evidence. 

Gasps erupted across the auditorium as the school watched their feared administrators engaging in the activities they had long been chastised for. 

“Raise your hand if you have been personally victimized by Dr. Bonday,” asked Blickman. 

Hands shot up as students recalled tardy slips and dress code infractions from the years. 

The Plastics entered the auditorium to be greeted with the incriminating evidence. The student bodies’ eyes shot to the three administrators, giving them a look hungry for revenge. 

The school sent out a completely unrelated email the following week announcing that there were three administrator position openings. Mr. Blickman, Mr. Gaddis and Mr. McKenzie had finally defeated the Plastics, vowing to never betray students with disciplinary infractions again.