Chuck Norris Round-House Kicks the Bucket

These won't actually be the *number one* items on my bucket lists, if a bucket list is defined as a prioritized list of goals beginning at 1. In my opinion, a bucket list should only list the extraordinary goals that one may not have on his mind every day. So, take for instance my high school list. My top priority in high school is probably to graduate with the best possible transcript. BOOOORING. And more importantly, I don't need a bucket list to remind me to work towards that. Instead, my top priorities listed here will be the first items 3 lists of aspirations extraordinaire.

High School:
I plan to work myself into a situation where someone will tell me "You have the power to stop this!"
This may be as simple as a colleague informing me I have the power to reduce my energy consumption. Truly the situation doesn't matter at all. It could be a classmate giving an important presentation for a final *HINT HINT WINK WINK*.
As soon as this somebody tells me that "you have the power. . ." I'll immediately stand up and spout, "You're right. I do have the power. I have ALL THE POWER IN THE WORLD."

Probably, hopefully this will throw the entire room into a confused state as they try to balance out in their heads whether I'm really an evil mastermind or just plain bonkers. Then they'll remember how I walked into a wall last week and any idea of mastermind will disappear.
Meanwhile, I'll resume my quiet sitting like nothing happened.

College:
I want to stage a full- or hopefully near-scale Classical Age-style battle using perfect replicas, except everything is made out of Styrofoam, polyester or some other light plastic so no one dies. At least not may people.
I'm talking catapults, javelins, swords, phalanxes, Testudo, everything a kid who has an unhealthy zeal for giant Roman battles could want. Don't really know how I'd do cavalry or war elephants threatening some lives.
Oh, and if by now you think this idea is nerdy, I'll make sure to send you a video of me going all 300 Spartans on somebody while you rot in your living room getting vicarious pleasure through Tom Brady.

Life:

A tie between 2 goals:
1. Hike the Appalachian Trail with several good friends of mine. We don't have to do it all in one 6-month backpacking bonanza without rest or shelter. We don't even have to hike the entire way without stopping somewhere to return to work. But we HAVE to go from the very beginning to the very end. If not my ghost will haunt the trail, forever trying to finish what human Dylan could not.
2. Smash through a window James Bond-style to save a friend, whether he/she desires rescue or not. I may need the assistance of several other goobers willing to pay for the damages just to look like a secret agent.