Angels in Our Midst

So not to whine or anything (especially because this was my own fault), but I hated writing essays today (this was supposed to be finished on December 15 but then I got busy). I had four essays due today, and two of them were due before five today. The other two are almost or mostly done, but they aren't due until midnight. I think. He never specified a time. . . Oh. And my cousin's wedding reception is tonight and I get to double as bride's maid and photographer. . . Wish me luck!

Anyways, the one essay that was due before five was my research paper for English. It was supposed to be eight to ten pages (and mine ended up a couple of paragraphs short of eight pages. Hope I don't get too heavily docked for that!). This morning I had four. Four very rough pages. And one of those pages had a picture the size of a paragraph. If I hadn't deleted the picture I may have reached eight pages. . . But anyways.

I never could have gotten that far had it not been for the angels Heavenly Father sent my way. I called my mom at 1:30 in tears because I was so stressed about getting it all done. She got me to calm down to the point where I could actually work.

I sat down to write.

I hadn't been writing for more than ten minutes when someone knocked at the door. I was slightly irritated because I had absolutely no time to entertain any sort of company and almost didn't get the door. But then I thought that it may have been Brittney who locked herself out of the apartment again so I went and opened the door. I was surprised to find my choir president standing outside. He won't be coming back next semester (sad face!) so he was returning a notebook to me.

I was ready to let him go then, but he started talking to me. Eventually, my stress over my essay won out and I invited him in to proof it. He did.

And he stayed the entire afternoon acting as thesaurus and therapy and occasional distraction. He got me through the essay.

And he drove me to campus when I missed the bus, and he stayed with me through all the drama of me finishing my works cited page in the building where I was supposed to turn in my paper and failing to print it out.

Another angel came to my aid, however, and printed my essay off his computer using his money. And he is the reason my essay got turned in before my teacher left the building.

I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank either of them because I doubt I'll ever see my classmate again, and my former choir president is leaving to go on a mission, and so am I, and who knows what will happen?

But I am so thankful for them. They saved my grade. And my scholarship. Heavenly Father answers prayers.