Assault with a deadly protractor! (I wonder how many kids have been stabbed by a compass!)
I had a classmate stab my forearm with a sharpened pencil when I was in fourth grade. (I jokingly reached for his lunch, and he jokingly pretended he was going to stab me in the arm in the same fashion his parents might rap his knuckles for reaching across the table...his motor control was poor, though, and he stabbed me pretty deeply!)
For years, I thought I had a piece of pencil lead buried in my forearm, with a distinct gray-black spot below the skin somewhere. I even tried unsuccessfully a few times growing up to dig it out.
LOL, I had the light go on for me at one point when I realized it wasn’t solid lead, but that I had been inadvertently tattooed by the graphite pencil!
I was the newbie nerd 7th grader that was the unsuspecting victim of the Yuge 8th grader (Jr Hi school your roles are very well defined) that was known for sneaking up behind little pip squeaks like me and grabbing them in a bear hug and squeezing real hard. Great fun for all involved (except the pip squeak).
Good ‘Ol Ticonderoga No. 2 was freshly sharpened and ready to do it duty in the next class when the bear hug came. I wasnt straining to catch my breath one more time when the #2 was buried in his bicep up past the yellow paint. It was still in my hand dripping with blood when he started screaming and ran off down the hall.
The remainder of my Jr High years was pretty uneventful. Alls else I can remember is doing sand sculptures in art class listening to ABBA and discovering that I had a thing for math.