SHELLEY
Reader, Writer, Friend, Daughter, Sister, Wife, Lover (of all sorts), Californian, Tutor, Teacher, but most of all, LEARNER. Basically, I am a curious being, highly intrigued about people, their specific worlds, nature, beauty, death, and the expression of it all through words, language, and story. Graduate school was a dear friend who cultivated these interests, and who embraced my excitement for literature, the craft of writing, and its global impact throughout all of time. Receiving my degree was indeed bittersweet, for although I had been recognized for my intense effort, I was forced to leave an intellectual universe that took me seriously: it did not laugh at my postcolonial reading of The Scarlet Letter, my obsession with ambiguity (particularly in Shakespeare’s second tetraology), my belief that world war underlies all of modernism, or my tendency to think out loud (on the verge of rambling) while trying to formulate a coherent thought through discussion. Now I constantly try to make writing, reading, and literature important in the universe that is post graduate—in a universe that is not as clearly defined, where readings, classes, and essays do not predictably structure my day. My contributions in this blog, then, will reflect how the word conveys its significance to me, and how it serves as a pathway to discovery, for the self and beyond.
