The beginning of the end.

 I've been counting down the days to graduation for a while. I can't explain this activity to you, because I'm not particularly excited for the end. I've seen the number quickly getting smaller and smaller, but graduation still felt so far away. But in the last week or so, we've done a bunch of activities that have really signalled the beginning of the end.

The Second Year Sendoff dinner.

Todd's last day of classes.

Todd's last final.

The last Cold Call.*

Everything at Darden is called a "Cold Call." It references being called in class to discuss the case (bad Cold Call) as well as Thursday night picnic dinners at the school (good Cold Call). It's also the name of the student newspaper, choir, and probably several other things.

As we left the last Thursday Cold Call, I asked Todd if he felt nostalgic for Darden. He said no, and maybe he can't be blamed because it has been an incredible amount of work. But when we walked up to the school today to check his mailbox after he finished his last final, we talked about how beautiful Darden is and how much we will miss it-- not just the beautiful school, but the culture, the activities, the tradition, the learning, our routine, and (most of all) our friends. 

We've both loved Charlottesville the most of any place we've ever lived, married or before. There are a few things we often say we won't miss-- our crappy apartment, loud neighbors, being poor, writing exams. But really, I think we'll miss it all.