Bell rings.
"Okay, students, get to your seats!" I say. We begin the usual morning procedure. Lunch count, prayer, and homework check. Very normal day. Halfway through class I jokingly comment, "Ooops, I better check on the hamster and make sure he's not dead." Kids giggle; I check out the cage. Hammy is not in it. Oh, irony, sweet strumpet thou art!
Students begin crawling under things and pulling my room apart, following a trail of rodent turds. Principal is notified. Fellow teachers are on alert. Students begin making "Missing" posters, which I tell them is not necessary. The day goes on; Juneau is still gone.
3rd hour.
Student yells, "I see him!! I see him!!" then runs to get him. Hammy runs back behind immovable cabinets.
"Okay, um, maybe next time don't run at him screaming. I have a feeling that hamsters are frightened by running, yelling people," I say. Hamster finally emerges, student grabs him, places him back in cage. Good job, Derek. Bad Juneau.
Now if only I could find my purse.
Currently playing "Bitter" Remy Zero
Reading: "Troubling A Star" by Madeleine L'Engle (with my students, but it's a great read)
1 comment:
It's behind the cabinet! Next time, don't run at your purse screaming... that frightens it!
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