Isabella Jordan's Page

Instruction from Teacher Telling is exacting, but oh so worth it...

I am learning many new things - my desires to be "wayward" are still there, no question - yet I find more and more satisfaction in performing my duties as well as I am able. I have met a number of new people, each delightful his or her own way. I met a Professor today - from Oxbridge no less - oh how I wish I could go to University. Perhaps one day...

I wake to a new day. Looking around I shake my head - then remember I have a new home. A fine house - a new place where I hope to be accepted for who I am, this time.

Life has not been easy - an orphan without knowledge of parents, I have made my way in the world by grit and determination. I DID have family of a sort, the Jordans took me in and treated me as one of their own children. Just like my then current siblings, I was beaten and abused regularly. Nothing was ever good enough for Pa and… Continue

Looking around the house, I am both nervous and happy. My Teacher, Storry Telling, is both intimidating - and very exciting. I am looking forward to being a girl here at the academy.

My cot is ready. It has been a long long couple of days - full of new people - and challenges. Teacher Telling has promised to work with me, make me a less wayward girl - but in return she has my pledge - to work hard and try to be a good girl.

As I lay down my head, I try to think of what the new day will bring,… Continue