I just finished changing the toner for a printer. This was the first time I've changed toner in my entire life...and I did it all by myself. I'm proud. And I'm not trying to sound retarded. I really am proud. I didn't think I would figure it out. I mean, people are counting on me! If I don't change the toner, then they can't print anything. And who knows what people may need to print? Homework assignments, readings, essays, job applications, top secret CIA papers, etc. The bottom line is it's all very important. And the one thing standing between them and their documents is TONER. And the one person who can prevent disaster in these young adult lives is ME. Well Jesus can do more for them, but He doesn't change their toner which is what they need right now. That's not to say He couldn't. I'm sure He could. But anyways this is not the point. So just when things were starting to get bad, my wonderful Haverford-educated mind kicked in just in time. All of a sudden I knew exactly what to do. I opened the toner, ripped out the silver strip, took out the old toner, and effortlessly slid in the new one. Job well done Stephanie, job well done.