When I was a senior, my best friends little brother was a freshman. So, our school still had Freshie Week, generally tuned down a bit, nothing horrible but a way for upper classmen and freshmen to bond. Anyways, this dude is huge, like, at 14 he was 6'2, 220 lbs, and you know the kind I'm talking about. Not muscular, not fat, just a giant human. Anyways, I bought him, and on several occasions I rode on his back to class.
Anyways, the last day of Freshman Week, I saw him in the halls, and leaped up on his back, yelling 'carry me, slave' and smacked my head on the latches that hold school doors open. You know, the ones in the middle? They're just a metal box with edges. Edges that cut. Deep.
You know what bleeds a lot when you cut it? YOUR HEAD. It squirted and was running down my face, we're talking Ric Flair blading in his prime all messed up on God knows that, dripping off the end of my nose, required 6 stiches kind of blade job. It was... it was Goddamn everywhere.
It wasn't my proudest moment.
I also broke 2 ribs doing a stagedive on the final night of our school's production of Alice In Wonderland. I was the White Knight, and to show my ineptitude, I fell off my horse. And missed my landing mat. By like 3 feet. The show went on.
All of my best stories have to do with injuries.
 - before anyone mentions that the White Knight wasn't in Alice In Wonderland, for the purposes of this play, Through The Looking Glass had several scenes incorporated in, for length, and whatnot
The white knight wasn't in Alice and Wonderland.....