Before that next Spring Break adventure could begin, a small tragedy struck Room 123.
It had been observed weeks earlier that dear Betsy's coloring was a bit off. She had a lot of black something on her. One or two of the students had pointed it out, and Kristine and I had done some googling, but she didn't seem too affected.
Of course, that changed too. Betsy became less active but more reactive. It seemed every time a student went to a book from the library, little Betsy would puff out her gills. Then she began hiding more. And then she just wasn't really moving. Even when multiple tiny fingers would tap on the tank.
Kristine and I were keeping a close eye on Betsy, and after two days of her not moving from the same spot, we figured it was time to call it. So after school on Thursday, the day before the break, the somewhat/sometimes moderately-cared about class fish left the classroom.
When the kids returned after the break, it took them a while to even notice the tank, and Betsy, were gone. They were sad to hear, but they had also noticed she was acting differently. Naturally their first question was, "Are we getting a new one?!" .... haha. hahahah. no.
They did prepare a funeral for Betsy one day at recess. I wasn't aware it was happening but they did tell me about when they came in. They all said a few kind words. I'm still not sure if they dug a hole and buried something as I got contradicting stories. But at least they found their way to say goodbye.
TWO MONTHS LATER....
While discussing what unit to use when measuring liquids, one question was how about the amount of water in a fish tank.
Ivan: Let's look at Betsy's tank!... wait? Where is Betsy?
Rest of class: (gasps) (giggles)
Others: Dude!! Betsy died! Like two months ago!
Ivan: really? huh? okay.
Apparently, they hadn't
all said goodbye.