This is it. We’ve done all we can do. Last night, The Sun’s 126th editorial board officially put its last paper to bed. There was drinking (of the non-alcoholic variety). There was dancing (it was embarrassing). There was laughing, and there was crying. Most of all, there was a sense that, for at least some of us, The Sun will now become something we did at Cornell, no longer the overarching focus of our college careers.