Employment

While endeavoring to succeed in the publication of a literary work, it became incumbent for me to procure employment lest I be exiled to the streets. My wages are meanly sized, yet I am happy in the knowledge that my time is spent fruitfully. Indeed, so great was my success to-day that my master awarded me with a confectionery bar known commonly as "Kit Kat."

Redecorating

I am delighted to inform our dear readership that in the coming days this sisterly blog will be given a look that is more pleasing. Perchance these renovations will increase our patronage, which has waned thin as of late. Indeed, it appears the Russians have abandoned interest in our musings altogether.

Spring

Spring is approaching. All the evidence is in the air, which is pleasantly warm and filled with birdsong. An occasional icy breeze seems only to shake the trees awake from their wintry slumber. Snow upon the mountains signals a surrender of the season, a white banner across the skyline that contrasts sharply with the new blades of grass.

Time hastens on and I find it is but a month until my commencement from this university. I am anxious and eager to begin a new life, though I fear I will someday long for these days which do not seem to pass by quickly enough. I do not yet know where I will go or what I will do when they are ended. I wish to return to my native country, but I do not want to live out my days there. Many parts of the world remain to me unexplored, and perhaps I will enter into it and find my fortune.

I do not think I have a career in literature.

Tidings

Charlotte has secured employment and Anne continues to progress in her writings for religious periodicals. It will be but two months before they must separate. I am anxious to reunite with Charlotte in the place of my residence and live out the summer months in her company, though I fear the hastening approach of the completion of my own university education.

Whence has the time departed? I would recover it and cherish it more dearly, knowing now the uncertainties of a future at once hopeful and perilous.

Winter

The new year unfolds eventfully, with love and loss at every turn. One must sympathize when one's connections experience unhappiness. Certain gentlemen as of late have become engaged, whilst another has quit correspondence altogether. Perhaps it would be wisdom to obtain such friends as kittens or puppies, which will certainly not forget nor desert their beloved masters.

Charlotte and Anne have taken up residence in the land northwards, and I rather feel how (historical) Anne must have when (historical) Charlotte and (historical) I went to the Continent without her. There is yet hope that we may be reunited again, if not only for weekends, perhaps someday for a longer period.

Ruined

I cannot help but admire Charlotte's publication of Jane Eyre. While I have not yet met the entirety of the book with completion in reading, I have been more than satisfied with the romance to be found within its pages (a matter of import to a single young woman). However, as I was pondering the novel in English 495, the one male in the class found it incumbent to discuss how the book shall end, and what he thinks of it. He must have failed to see the look of horror cross my face; this detail did not go unnoticed by my professor. She reminded him gently that some of us are reading the text for the first time. The boy smirked, as if he enjoyed the knowledge that he has read amongst the Bronte authors more thoroughly than his female counterparts, and would not in future-time hold back his comments, but rather spoil each novel until there is none left to be enjoyed. I have concluded I must read the next assigned novel, Wuthering Heights, with greater fervor and diligence, so that its ending is not ruined as Jane Eyre's hitherto has been.

Humours

I do not speak of humours that are delightful and result in mirth and joy ("humorous," as it were). I speak of the humours which must be kept in balance in order to enjoy full health. As of late, I have suffered an excess of black bile. Perhaps upon my next visitation to the market, I will pick up some victuals of comfort--such as mint chocolate chip ice cream, which isn't entirely authentic, but then again, neither are Neapolitan ice cream sandwiches--to restore the balance of my humours and to improve my feelings.