One week to go...

As of whatever wee hour in the morning it is as I sit down to write this, today is technically Thursday. That means I have one week left in scenic Charlottesville (or the bustling suburb of Covesville, as it were) before leaving for beautiful sunny Medford.

And there's so little to do, and so much time... wait, scratch that, reverse it. The next seven days should be packed with loads of school-shopping, room-cleaning, goodbye-saying fun.

Cleaning out my room is looking like it will take about six or seven hours a day, every day, all week. I have so much random crap to sort through before I can pack everything I need to take to school... only God knows how long it's going to take. The worst part is that just about every ten seconds, I come across something interesting in one of the big piles of the aforementioned crap, and I have to spend an hour admiring it. Some of the things I've uncovered in my room include...

- A picture of my old dog, who passed away four years ago
- A clipping from a Daily Progress front page showing the pop quiz team the day we left for our Chicago trip
- My Tufts acceptance letter
- An old picture of Guthrie (good LORD, that is a lot of hair), signed "to Evans, love Guff," in Taylor's handwriting
- Boatloads of programs (from plays, graduations, award ceremonies, inductions, and more)
- A post-it note reading "Taylor's Wager: $20 with Evans Clinchy On Me Getting Into Washington And Lee"
- A love letter from Hal in Lauren's handwriting
- A love letter from Lauren in Hal's handwriting
- My speeding ticket (and ironically, next to it, my driving school diploma)
- The very first quote sheet: a scrap from a Boston Park Plaza Hotel pad of paper with the words "'We are racist against midgets' -Ben Starkweather" inscribed on it

I'm struggling to hold back the tears as I recount some of the amazing memories I have had over the past four years. Just kidding. I'm laughing at what a weird life I have.