I lived with my friend Leah two years. We were inseparable in high school, and I lived with her family after my first year of college. In our second year of living together, we decided to take the next step.
We adopted a fish.
His name was Swiminem, and we loved him dearly. We decked out his tank, played him music and took family pictures.
We were heartbroken when he passed away a few months later. In my heart, he'll always be there, in a happy home at Teague Residence Hall.
Speaking of — are you looking for housing next year that isn't haunted with the ghost of Swiminem? Take some advice from a housing story our editor Rachel Jones wrote her sophomore year.