Only eight days into the New Year and already it has great potential to be an interesting one.
The first few days were nothing special: Packing and getting ready to head back to Judson, as well as, a few last visits with friends back home before we all head our separate ways. It was the normal end of the holidays stuff. I was feeling sad that I had to say goodbye to some really good friends again, but excited that I was headed back to Judson and would get to see my sisters that I hadn't seen in a month.
Once back at school I had to undertake the only worse chore then packing - unpacking! I didn't want to be working on it for a week though so I forced my self to finish it that night and, though I hated doing it, it felt good when it was done.
The first day of class was a good day. The good thing about a small school like Judson is that it is pretty easy to find all your classes without having to worry about getting lost. My classes all seem interesting and I am really looking forward to my printmaking class. I have never taken an art class; well, not since 6th grade. I have a feeling my other classes will all be good too, maybe not as much fun, but as far as classes go, not bad. It was a day of sorrow though, because Jack Bauer my fish died...
I had had Jack for a little over a year, even though he had only spent the past fall semester at school with me. Most of that semester I spent trying to nurse him back to health. I never did know what was wrong with him, but it was evident that he was not well. Over the semester I did a lot of research and learned a lot about Beta fish, which allowed me to help Jack take an occasional turn for the better but it was never long before he relapsed. After only a couple of hours back at school his condition deteriorated worse then it had ever been and I knew that it was the end. Jack would sink to the bottom of his bowl upside down and seemed to be struggling with himself to swim. I knew at this point that he would probably not make it till morning. He did survive through the night, but just barely, the only sign of life the next day was occasional convulsions. He died later that day while I was in class...
A memorial service and funeral was held for him that afternoon and was attended by myself, my roommate Jennifer and a dear friend, Heaven.
On a happier note, Jennifer and I are proud to announce the arrival of a new pet to our room. After Jack Bauer's death Jennifer purchased a goldfish. Her name is Trinket.
I also plan on getting another fish - with any luck, this weekend.