Well, this school year is almost over. I feel old. I know that people older than me would read this and laugh, but wow. When I was young, I looked at graduating highschool as this huge pivotal moment where I become a big grown up girl (haha), and now it's been almost a year since I graduated, and a year since I went to college. I guess time just doesn't stop. Next thing I know I'm going to be looking back at graduating college and saying "What the hell just happened? Did I go to college already?"

I must say that the best decision I've made this year was to join Kappa Alpha Theta. The worst decision I've made...hmm. To start out majoring in Anthropology. And I don't say that because I don't like anthropology...in fact, I REALLY like it. It just set me behind on credits when it comes to a microbiology major. Next summer I'll have to stay over the summer and take Immunology and Organic Chemistry II. Because, unfortunately, Immunology is not offered in the fall, and I won't have all my prerequisites done by this coming fall. Grr. And I would if I had started out a science major.

Anyway, I have learned the hard way that planning to take your fish home in a car in their tanks is a really bad idea. I was a smart-ass, and thought that if I poured out half the water and drove smoothly, I wouldn't have a problem with the water over-flowing. Of course, I couldn't just put the top on, because it's not water tight; in fact, it just sits on top, so water could easily knock it off if it was waving around. So, yeah. Bad idea. I have two tanks, one fish in each because one of the fish is a biotch territorial little bastard and attacks the other one when they're in the same tank (even though Mollies are supposedly not aggressive or territorial animals) I did fine all the way to I-25, but when I was on I-25 the traffic was pretty bad and very suddenly backed up, so I had to do a sudden stop from 75 MPH to 0. That'a A LOT of deceleration. And both tanks just keeled over. One of the fish still had a couple inches in his tank, but the other fish was completely thrown out of his tank and I couldn't find him. And for five minutes, there was nowhere to pull over, and I just kept running my hand along the carpet floor looking for him. I felt so terrible! I was sure that by the time I stopped, my poor fish would have suffocated. But I stopped at McDonald's and found him under my rug and threw him in the tank with the a-hole aggressive fish. And once he was in the water, he swam around frantically. He was alive! No doubt shaken up, but he was alive! THERE IS A GOD!

So he had to stay in three inches of water all the way back to my house, with the aggressive fish. They weren't very happy. But once I got them back and in some nice, luke-warm dechlorinated water, they were just fine.

So, yay for the survivor fishy. He's a trooper. And I am really behind in getting back to school to start studying for finals. I mean, continue studying for finals. Cuz I have Public Speaking tomorrow, biology on Wednesday, and chemistry on Thursday. Then I'm done for the year! YAY!