May 21st, 1781

It has been two years now since I’ve last seen Papa; two years  at this convent. The nuns are kind, and it is very peaceful and quiet. I’ve never liked the quiet before Mama died. I do miss her, as well as Papa. I know he took her death almost harder than I did; hard enough to send me and my sister away to Caen. Mama’s gone forever, I’ve come to terms with that, but I’m still wrapping my head around losing Papa as well. But it is of no consequence, I am happy here, with my only remaining family, my sister Marie. The grounds are large and spacious, the buildings grand, the Bible’s illustrious but my favourite part is the library. It almost makes up for being sent away. The shelves stretch to the ceiling, filled with volumes of knowledge, the finest thinkers of today. Voltaire, Rousseau, Plutarch- They’re all there and waiting to be read. I bury myself in their pages, examining their thoughts and ideas. They are really on to something. Even I, with Papa being a minor aristocrat and all, can see that the nobles lavish lifestyle is costing many lives in the lower class. Especially the King and Queen. It is honestly disgusting how they live, with their layers upon layers of silk robes and buckled shoes and as much bread as they could wish for while children are starving. We must make them see reason; their riches are bleeding France dry and they must fix it. If they refuse- well if they don’t care about their people then they lose the right to govern us. It is as simple as that.

Some of the other things Rousseau said are not quite so agreeable however. He speaks of women as if we only have one job and that is to mind the home. They say that this is because men and women are fundamentally different and therefore different roles in society. This is not necessarily untrue, but why do men get so many different roles, while women are confined to just the one, albeit very important role? Men can be politicians, thinkers, bakers, farmers, or anything else they set their mind too while women are limited to motherhood. Rousseau, I say to you, have you never met a woman who desires more than that? If not, then you shall soon, for I, Marie-Anne Charlotte de Corday d’Armont, will fight in this revolution along side of you and leave my mark on France. I can fight for liberty and equality just as well as any man. Fraternity I may be at a bit of a disadvantage. You may call me a dreamer, a woman who has her head stuck in the clouds and needs the harsh realities of life to bring her down, but I will merely fly higher until I soar up beyond the reach of mortals and be remembered for all of history. I will not be the girl who was sent away,  but the girl who walked away with her head held high, who walked away to glory and renown. I will save France, and no one can stop me.