August 3, 2026

Math Department’s Pi Day “Pie Toss” Accidentally Douses Vice Principal

Math Department’s Pi Day “Pie Toss” Accidentally Douses Vice Principal

Memorial High’s annual Pi Day celebration reached new comedic heights–and drenched new administrative trials–when the Math Department organized a “Pie Toss Fundraiser” to raise money for new graphing calculators. Participants paid $2 to lob whipped-cream pies at volunteer “Pie-Targets” perched behind podiums on the football field.

Vice Principal Torres, donned in a protective poncho and sporting a bullseye, was slated as the final target–until a junior’s ricochet sent a pie flying off-axis and splattering the unsuspecting principal instead. The resulting whipped-cream war erupted spontaneously, with teachers, students, and staff ducking flying meringue missiles.

Teary-eyed from both laughter and whipped-cream eyes, Vice Principal Torres declared Pi Day “the most irrational event of the year” and promptly invoked the “Meringue Moratorium”–a ban on all projectile desserts for the rest of the semester. The Math Department, undeterred, raised $1,200 before the ban and plans a lemon-meringue “Calculator Cake Walk” in May.

The incident made local headlines under “Pie-Trial by Meringue,” and one parent fundraiser summed it up: “We came for pi; we stayed for the pie-fest pandemonium.”

Annabelle Bransford

Hi, I’m Annabelle Bransford, Memorial High School’s unofficial satirist-in-residence and proud founder of The Daily Detention—a publication so edgy it’s been banned twice and resurrected three times, like a sassy phoenix with a flair for detention slips. I write satire because someone has to hold the line between cafeteria chaos and gym class tyranny. Whether I’m exposing the secret emotional feud between our Algebra teacher and Euclid, or investigating why the pep rally feels like an ancient ritual sacrifice, I try to speak truth to hallway power. Sure, I’ve been called “disruptive,” but mostly by people who wear lanyards unironically. My work has been read by at least two janitors, my entire AP English class, and one substitute teacher who thought it was a cry for help. I consider that range. When I’m not sharpening my wit, I’m dodging group projects, winning banned book club trivia, or mentoring the school's AI Isn’t Funny Club (membership: just me and 17 bots I’ve emotionally manipulated). I’m also a National Merit Semi-Finalist, certified eye-roller at Student Government meetings, and the only girl in school who’s been accused of “weaponizing irony.” My goals? Keep writing, keep laughing, and one day publish a satirical exposé called Yearbook Superlatives and Other Lies. If you want something sugarcoated, try the bake sale. If you want the truth with a punchline, I’m your girl. I've landed a sweet job at Bohiney Magazine, so don't bother me. EMAIL: annabelle@bohiney.com

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