Not much point in thinking about it, since it couldn't possibly be as satisfying as this was:
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- I think my suspension was when I was in sixth grade (could've been seventh though), but either way I did once get four day out-of-school suspension. There was this kid named Andrew (I think is last name was Hoynen or something like that), who wouldn't stop calling me a Kike for some reason. After a few days of this, I told him at recess that if he called me a Kike again, I'd break his nose. He asked me what I'd do if he called my Mom a Kike and I distinctly remember being quite proud of the fact that he still had black eye when I saw him the next Monday (although in hindsight, I probably didn't need to punch him in the face a second or third time, given that he went down after the first one). I suppose I probably "should" feel bad about not handling it better, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't still quite pleased with myself. While I do remember my Mom being pretty disappointed about how I handled the situation and wasn't allowed to watch any TV until my suspension was over (a pretty lenient punishment given that I could still read, play my gameboy, use the computer, do stuff outside, etc as long as I finished the makeup work my teachers sent home with me first), when my Dad came to pick me up and the Vice-Principal (Mr. Martin, IIRC) was telling him what happened my Dad literally told the Vice-Principal that it was a shame I didn't end up breaking Andrew's nose. That was pretty awesome! Plus, Andrew never called me a Kike again (oddly enough, we kinda became friends at some later point during my Middle School years). Anyway, this was probably one of the high-points of Middle School for me and I'm glad I still remember it so vividly 
