There is shockingly little to be done in order to end a blog--nothing to clean, no papers to sign, no doves to release. This is a huge contrast to, say, middle school graduation, when it was mandatory to get a haircut, sign yearbooks, and listen to Green Day's "Time of Your Life" on repeat for six hours.
In fact, the only thing I need to do to officially end this blog is to stop typing this paragraph. I'll do that . . . now.
Lauren and the rest of the Tubtributors