16 inches of parchment. I measured it perfectly. I have found that I've become very good at predicting sentence structure in such a way that I've made a perfect allotment of space in my last three essays for History of Magic. There is something just so soothing about hitting a mark right on the dot, perfection in the end. I also realized precisely what was wrong with my last Ancient Runes translation for class and I'm very disappointed in myself for not picking up on such a simple, and rather silly, mistake. Dreadfully disappointing. This, for lack of a better word for it, guilty feeling towards missing the mistake has distracted me much too much from thinking about possible interning opportunities next summer. It is already half way through January and if I am to have any hope of making an impression with the BMA this early on, I need to put some serious thought and work into procuring myself an opportunity.
I find it interesting that the BMA has sanctioned our winter formal, though I am quite pleased about the opportunity. I will, of course, have to pester Rhi into helping me with a dress fitting but overall I think it will be an appropriate way for students to interact and let off a little steam in what I can only imagine has been a stressful time for many. I am not sure I precisely agree with the level of excitement from certain parties, but I certainly am not lacking in ability to see the appeal or wholly disagree with the excitement.
Ah, as an aside Tawelwch has brought me back a bloodied quill, so, for who ever might have gotten a nasty bite from a mysterious cat earlier today - I do offer my most sincere apologies.