er...faster hammers?
I got into Sarah Lawrence. (So there, Lex. I can be a college student TOO.) Now I'm in waiting-for-the-mail-to-come phase over Bennington, Hampshire, and Kenyon, lurching out of my middle-of-the-day requirements like an underfed Golden Retriever and slobbering home to demand envelopes around the same time that Ethel arrives for her onesies. (She has a clock in her stomach.) Wooooooo.