Hamster Joke

One of my students experienced the death of her hamster the other night, and was visibly upset all day. She would be fine, then suddenly I'd find her crying softly at her desk about her beloved hamster, Rascal. We sat on the pillows for a bit and celebrated the life of Rascal while the class was busy with a math game. Poor little thing.

I feel her pain. I remember being shocked in third grade when I found out that my cold hearted mother wasn't considering chemo for my hamster, Fluff. Sigh.

At any rate, the next day, we were reading a story about a turtle crossing the road. The student piped up and said, "You know, if my hamster would have gotten run over instead of just gotten dead, he would be called Rascal Flatts."

Laughter heals the pain, doesn't it?