Chocolate on My Desk

In the mission field there are curfews that were to be strictly followed.  In that famous little white handbook it clearly states that at 9 p.m. missionaries are to stop proselyting and return to their apartments, unless they are in an appointment then they can return by 9:30 p.m.  Missionaries then did nightly planning for a half an hour, got ready for bed, and were supposed to be in bed by 10:30.  Oh the simple life of a missionary! 

No such rules exist at college. 

It is true that the library at BYU-I closes at 11:30 p.m., and that all students must be in their apartment complexes by 12 a.m. but that doesn’t mean that they must stop working.  Their homework can go on into the wee, or sometimes late, hours of the morning before they down a yogurt, and dash off to class red-eyed and unable to keep their head up while the teacher drones on about the changes that took place in American literature in the early 1900s. 

As an RM I am used to a set schedule, therefore without one I have found myself in a predicament. 

When do I stop doing homework? 

I found the answer a few nights ago while sitting in the library.  It was 10 p.m. and I had been sitting at the same desk since 4:50 that afternoon.  The most important homework was done, but I knew that I would be hurting the next day if I didn’t finish just a couple more things. 

I glanced up at my computer to check a reference for my English paper and noticed that the little battery symbol was red. 

We all know what that means, “I’m getting really tired.  I’ve been hard working the whole day.  Can we go home now?” 

When I got home I found this on my desk

The little print says: Use: For relief from chocolate cravings, school pressure, lovesickness, and hungry stomach. Directions: Remove wrapper, bite of desired amount.  Repeat dosage until symptoms disappear.  Warning: Over dosage may cause mild chocolate addiction.

Needless to day I ate the whole thing J

My dear sweet roommate had been watching me stress out over homework for the past couple of weeks. 

I am so thankful for Heavenly Father being so aware of me.  I would have stayed at the library a little bit longer and exhausted my body even more if my computer hadn’t been about ready to die.  He prompted Andrea to get me a treat and leave a simple but heart felt note.  This told me that He knows me.  He knows that sometimes it’s not wise to stay at the library until ALL of your homework is done.  It’s more important to go home, rest, and relish in the chocolate that your roommate left for you. 

When your computer is about to die that means that Heavenly Father is aware of you.

Lesson Learned…well almost.