three-hundred & forty-five.
"Bitch, I ain't Cho Chang."
Man, talk about tl;dr on my letter of appeal. I had to adjust the margins so that I wouldn't spill over two pages. I feel like I might have taken the "explaining the circumstances that led to your past failure" part too seriously. But my fingers are crossed that they can be sympathetic to my reasoning and my steps for ensuring academic and personal success this time around. I have to wait until the last week of April to decide to accept my program offer or not.
I'm sure I mentioned this at some point, but I have a choir concert on the 9th of April that I'm absolutely dying over. Our choir conductor hasn't gone over the English songs with us thoroughly enough, and you'd think a Hungarian choir would focus more heavily on the foreign because it's harder. Then again, a lot of the members speak/know some English, so it's not entirely foreign.
But don't get me started on the non-English ones. There are like 3 songs that blow my fucking mind with the pacing. My mom and I have to go practice with Edith on Thursday because we only have one full-length rehearsal left, and one all-choirs rehearsal... the day before the fucking concert. Brilliant.
And this has nothing to do with anything, but I've realized Lord Voldemort is like Hitler, only uglier and with followers with less sexy uniforms.