Oratorical: Part 3

So, this is how the next day went. Next day = day after Miss was absent. There was a School Mass in the morning, which means that we're wearing our gala dress - long-sleeved long dress, elaborate designs on our collar, and white heeled shoes. I went to school feeling all angsty because I was wearing my old stockings, which were so long that I felt so uncomfortable in them. My new ones were nowhere to be found, and my mom goes on with her speech on how I should have prepared it the night before, and me with my speech of being so certain it was there. And I knew it was going to be a bad day. I just prayed that maybe, after the Mass, it would be all right. When we sat down in the Multi, starting to perspire after minutes of waiting, Miss approached me and told me, "CJ, I received it." "Okay, Miss," I replied. "But it had no attachment," she continued. Whoa. No attachment. I just realized that I did forget to attach it. I was actually laughing at myself, because having quite a hard night trying to write it two nights before, I never thought I would forget to attach it. I guess it was just all the anxiety filling my system that my brain wasn't able to function that well anymore.
So when I got home, something really evil entered my head. Ugh, I could punch myself on the face if I were to go back in time. Because I haven't sent it yet, it means that I still have a chance to change it. That was the evil idea. I tried to get help, but when I couldn't get any, I just broke down and became so emo because no one was there for me, I was alone in this world, etc. Those thoughts just brought me to my knees, and I knew I wasn't alone. In the middle of everything, there was Jesus, who had helped me when I made the essay. And I knew that nothing could be wrong with it because I made it with Him. That was when I decided to send it to her, knowing that whatever comes out of it, I deserved it. I finally attached it, clicked the "Send" button, and thanked the Lord for the wisdom before calling it a day.