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💗Hello everyone!💗 My name is Senna, I am a transgender (She/Her) 21 year old novice aquarist who grew up in Hawaii and has some truly bizarre aquarium experience. I like breeding Bettas. Yeah. The bizarre tale of how I ended up in the aquarium hobby: Back in high school I suffered from intense anger issues and was put into an anger management "home economics" class in the hopes that it will help me deal with it. The funny thing is that this home economics class was just a front for a senior teacher's dream: To own an army of Tilapia. This man, was obsessed with them, had several ponds built into the campus along with giant hydroponic setups with massive vats full of the fish. I am talking hundreds, and all of them were pets. I wasn't allowed to do anything with the fish really, just watch and do manual labor (like feeding or pumping gallons of waste into the runoff vat through PVC pipes) whatever he said went and I spent the better part of two years living in the shadow of the most irritable and stubborn guidance councilor / fish master you could ever imagine. I was truly the Morty to his Rick Sanchez. The living conditions for the fish were perfect! Pristine even (He was a perfectionist), the water was crystal clear with massive custom built filters that this man welded together in each one. He owned 9 of them, all in the back of a public school with a graduation rate of 73%. This man built an ecosystem under the school's very nose until my sophomore year where he did the grand reveal! (Of course the school was thrilled to find out where the school funding was going, turns out, it was all being turned into fish products but I digress.) It took years, my entire high school education actually but once it was finished, the day of reckoning was upon us, and it was time. The epic conclusion: For you see, this man had a dream, a dream so stupid, so bold, and so impractical that it would make any school supervisor shiver in their boots! To put a 55 gallon tank with a single live Tilapia in every classroom on campus without permission. And me being a dubious sniveling teenager with an impulsive disorder OF COURSE I AGREED THAT THIS IS THE BEST COURSE OF ACTION. Over a period of six months (including two in summer) we filled up the entire school agricultural warehouse with dozens of tanks, most of which he cut and made out of resin and glass himself. (45 in total.) and once the coast was clear, we were on the move! For you see, I had gotten my friend group of scrawny awkward misfits to agree in helping me move the tanks. We would duck into classes mid session and deliverer each one along with the inline filtration system that he had custom fitted to screw into the classroom faucets. And you know what? With the combination of a single old golf cart and sheer mortal will the eight of us got it done in only a week. And what is even crazier then all of this, is the fact that everyone everywhere on campus just went about their day, we had done it so smoothly, so perfectly, that the teachers all just thought it was approved, like a bunch of school board members just came together and was like "Ah yes, this school need more fish!" It was only two weeks before I graduated that I found out that the madman that had done all this was retiring only a month after, I was all according to plan, and it was executed perfectly, and it was his magnum opus. I never knew what happened to the fishery, the tanks, or the man since then... but a little part of me hopes its all still there, waiting for the next grouchy old man to rule the tilapia army. Back to me: Fast forward 4 years and here I am, the same old me, the same old problems, living in a motel with my girlfriend in (generic US location here) nowhere with crippling debt. I suddenly said, HEY! You know what we should do! Get a 5 gallon tank! And you know what, I did, and that is how I got here.