Two Miracles in One Day

Thus saith the scriptures.

"And when we obtain any blessing from God, it is by obedience to that law upon which it is predicated."

I had a test today in Music of World Cultures on Scotland, Ireland, Scandinavia, the U.S., and Latin America. We take the listening section in class and the written section in the testing center. As of last night I had not listened to any of the fifty listening clips or read any of the chapters. So of course I did what any student in that situation would do: I stayed up until 2:30 watching "Miracle," an inspiring tale of victory in the face of seemingly insurmountable obstacles. Obstacles like the Soviet ice hockey team. And no, I do not mean to say that obstacles like the Soviet ice hockey team. It's a fragment, and no, I will not consider revising.

After my late night of emotional preparation for the test, I woke up at 6:30 AM. I read through the chapters once while lying in bed, then rolled over at 8:00 for a nap. I woke up at 9:00, and, having showered and dressed already, I went to class.

With three minutes left in my walk, I decided it would be a good idea to review the vocabulary lists at the end of each chapter. Then I entered the room. As he handed out the test, I realized that I would either have to guess like I'd never guessed before or fail miserably. He approached the computer console and began to bring up the test clips. JTS called. I answered the phone then whispered quickly, "I'm taking a test!" and hung up.

Professor Grape-on-a-toothpick (due to his incredibly large old-man belly) was still trying to get the music clips to play. They wouldn't. My heart rose in that half-excited way that it does when a seemingly impossible miracle might take place. But then he realized we could just move into the room next door, where the class had been canceled. My heart dropped back down to its original position in the pit of my stomach, and we packed up our things and moved.

There were not enough seats in the new room, so I sat on the floor. I figured I had better give the seats to those who might have something substantial to write. Professor G.o.a.t. tried again to bring up the music in vain. I began to feel like the U.S. Olympic Ice Hockey Team in the first medal round against the Soviets. If we could just hold them off for the rest of the period, a real miracle would take place. He tried to call IT services, but he soon realized that there would not be time to fix the speakers and take the test. I could basically count down the final few seconds as his brow became more and more furrowed. 3. 2. 1. Canceled! We won! The Americans have won the World Cultures Test Championship!

But in my excitement, I find that a part of me balks at the idea of receiving such an obvious blessing when I seemed to be so disobedient in preparing. So what exactly is the law upon which this blessing was predicated? And where can I get more of that?