You get “triple points” if you slam thm into the edge of the locker door. “Slam dance” - while you at standing at your locker, someone comes up behind you and puches you in the back of the head, slamming your face into the metal. The first person to draw blood on themselves wins.
In this, two people (mostly guys, but some girls) take a pencil eraser, and both start rubbing hard at the skin on the back of the hand, at the base of the thumb. “Eraser fights” - the complement to the dreaded “pencil fight”, but much more painful. Whoever wins each round then takes the other person’s forearm, wets two fingers of their right hand in their mouth (no idea why) and whips them across the skin of the loser on her forearm (this was typically only played by girls). “Slap happy” - two kids sit next to each other and play rock, paper, sicsors. Pencil fights and bloody knuckles - already mentioned. (ahem) Anyways, we did have the following “games”: I can’t believe I’m going to die so soon. Well, note that these all come from the early 1980’s…oh shit, I’m so old. By the end of the day, I heard several people wondering where those clicking noises were coming from. One day my friend brought about twenty Snapple lids to school and we put them in our pockets and snapped them all day. We just did whatever weird stuff that came into our minds.
It involved, um, sneaking around, staying close to the wall, and jumping out from around corners and yelling. This game had no point, but it was fun anyway. Just as much fun (and dangerous) as I remembered from elementary school. They were sooooo much cooler than we were, the football players were. The best was when the football team would come out to use the field and find us running around the field screaming and hugging each other. This was a highly confusing game - it was almost impossible to figure out who was “it”. You were “safe” if you were hugging someone. I hated marching, but the upside was that when our drum majors got tired of pretending to be drill sergeants, we got to play fun games. This might explain some things… Anyway, we were an odd bunch.