I'm a chap and went to school in the 80's, an all boys school, play was always rumbustuous to say the least. On the mild side lunchtime footie or rugger with blazers for goalposts, climbing the trees round the site or shinning up the drainpipes.
Failing that we'd have a good old punch up to resolve some petty grievance - I can well remember having seven shades knocked out of me on the school green whilst the duty teachers looked on, no doubt wagering who would win.
I was generally the one to get a pasting, the one time I did lash out I missed and gave my best mate a big old shiner - he's still got the picture which gets brought out now and again.
Then there was the devious school boy-ness, connecting the physics lab door knob to the mains, tampering with the fire alarm system so it went off in double maths, testing the fire extinguishers by having a water fight, putting sliced banana in all the French textbooks, and dropping crab sticks down the back of the radiator in the heads office whilst getting a bolllocking for something else.
We are a boring bunch of increasingly old farts now, mostly professionals, Drs, Lawyers, Engineers and generally pacifists.