Valentine Cèline Dubois
Literary Professor
Adoptive Mother

Valentine
(noun)
One of strength, that lends health to others
Valentine, the name meaning ‘strong’ or ‘healthy’. It derives from the Latin word ‘valens’, relating to the Latin names ‘Valentinus’ and ‘Valentinian.’ The name consists of several biblical roots, which is ironic as she wouldn’t consider herself religious. Part of that history is due to many Christian martyrs named ‘Valentine’ who sacrificed their own lives for their faith. Over fifty Popes and Saints share the same name; St. Valentine being the most notable one–The one we celebrate on February 14th.
Céline
(noun)
Someone who is heaven in itself, pure light
Céline, the name roughly meaning ‘heavenly.’ Evidence has shown that the name has its roots in ancient Greece and Rome, derived from the Latin name ‘Caelinus’, which means “heavenly” or “of the sky.” The name Celine is a beautiful name rich in history and meaning. It’s a name that suggests grace, beauty, and a strong spirit.
Literary Professor
Adoptive Mother

Valentine
(noun)
One of strength, that lends health to others
Valentine, the name meaning ‘strong’ or ‘healthy’. It derives from the Latin word ‘valens’, relating to the Latin names ‘Valentinus’ and ‘Valentinian.’ The name consists of several biblical roots, which is ironic as she wouldn’t consider herself religious. Part of that history is due to many Christian martyrs named ‘Valentine’ who sacrificed their own lives for their faith. Over fifty Popes and Saints share the same name; St. Valentine being the most notable one–The one we celebrate on February 14th.
Céline
(noun)
Someone who is heaven in itself, pure light
Céline, the name roughly meaning ‘heavenly.’ Evidence has shown that the name has its roots in ancient Greece and Rome, derived from the Latin name ‘Caelinus’, which means “heavenly” or “of the sky.” The name Celine is a beautiful name rich in history and meaning. It’s a name that suggests grace, beauty, and a strong spirit.
ICLY Information
Information given to the public eye!
Valentine C. Dubois stands at a steady 5’3. Her genes are prominent, as if she were next to her loving parents, you would be able to tell she was theirs. She gets her French from her beloved father, and her German from her dearest mother. Her most distinct feature would be her captivating, sage-green eyes! She appears to look her age, acting mature enough for people to look up to her.
Looking closer at her face, her details shown through like the sun shining through after a rainy day. Her eye shape was almond, wider than they were tall. Looking into her eyes, they showed a tiny, celestial universe of green hues. Passing her eyes, you would notice her soft-angled-arch eyebrows, a darker brown compared to the hair lying neatly against her ears. Her nose showcases a pronounced upward lift at the tip, giving her a unique and playful look. It brings charm while complementing the other features plastered onto her face. Her lips appear a soft pink hue, pouting, complete, and diverse.
Her hair was neatly kept, her front hair falling short just before her chest. Her back hair was kept neat, and refused to go below her collarbone. She holds her front hair longer, something simple to summarize her femininity. Her hair is mixed between warm and cool browns, each color corresponding to the next. She kept it short, as she claimed it was easier to maintain.
Her glance was calm, one of kindness. She never lets herself frown, only offering people a look of understanding. She wants anyone to feel safe around her, setting specific standards for herself around others. She never looks fearful, always contemptuous, with a warm smile available to greet you. She wants to be the person people feel better around, and nothing would stop her from achieving this. She appears gentle, inviting people to chat with her whenever possible. In a social setting, she can be affectionate to her loved ones, with an underlying understanding between the people she is talking with.
The prominent woman doesn’t hide the fact that she’s a mother. She’s a mother to her children and a mother to all the students she teaches. Each one has earned a special place in her heart. She doesn’t boast, nor brag, but she knows her children are great the way they are. Valentine only gets emotional when her children are in any sort of need. She doesn’t hesitate to fight for her children, especially when they ridicule how she parents. She isn’t strict, but she is fair. She loves her kids and knows the correct punishment for the right situations. She doesn’t believe in reinforcing children by yelling at them, regardless of the situation.
Her signature scent is Victoria's Secret Strawberries & Champagne. It is described as ‘Nostalgic’ and ‘Bubbly.’ Its notes consist of the top notes being wild strawberry and blackcurrant. The heart of the scent has notes of champagne and jasmine, with the base having notes of raspberry musk and sheer woods. It is subtle, but it allows the room to be filled with a sweet scent, one that people can pinpoint as to who is wearing it.
Significance of Strawberries
Diving into this !
Information given to the public eye!
Valentine C. Dubois stands at a steady 5’3. Her genes are prominent, as if she were next to her loving parents, you would be able to tell she was theirs. She gets her French from her beloved father, and her German from her dearest mother. Her most distinct feature would be her captivating, sage-green eyes! She appears to look her age, acting mature enough for people to look up to her.
Looking closer at her face, her details shown through like the sun shining through after a rainy day. Her eye shape was almond, wider than they were tall. Looking into her eyes, they showed a tiny, celestial universe of green hues. Passing her eyes, you would notice her soft-angled-arch eyebrows, a darker brown compared to the hair lying neatly against her ears. Her nose showcases a pronounced upward lift at the tip, giving her a unique and playful look. It brings charm while complementing the other features plastered onto her face. Her lips appear a soft pink hue, pouting, complete, and diverse.
Her hair was neatly kept, her front hair falling short just before her chest. Her back hair was kept neat, and refused to go below her collarbone. She holds her front hair longer, something simple to summarize her femininity. Her hair is mixed between warm and cool browns, each color corresponding to the next. She kept it short, as she claimed it was easier to maintain.
Her glance was calm, one of kindness. She never lets herself frown, only offering people a look of understanding. She wants anyone to feel safe around her, setting specific standards for herself around others. She never looks fearful, always contemptuous, with a warm smile available to greet you. She wants to be the person people feel better around, and nothing would stop her from achieving this. She appears gentle, inviting people to chat with her whenever possible. In a social setting, she can be affectionate to her loved ones, with an underlying understanding between the people she is talking with.
The prominent woman doesn’t hide the fact that she’s a mother. She’s a mother to her children and a mother to all the students she teaches. Each one has earned a special place in her heart. She doesn’t boast, nor brag, but she knows her children are great the way they are. Valentine only gets emotional when her children are in any sort of need. She doesn’t hesitate to fight for her children, especially when they ridicule how she parents. She isn’t strict, but she is fair. She loves her kids and knows the correct punishment for the right situations. She doesn’t believe in reinforcing children by yelling at them, regardless of the situation.
Her signature scent is Victoria's Secret Strawberries & Champagne. It is described as ‘Nostalgic’ and ‘Bubbly.’ Its notes consist of the top notes being wild strawberry and blackcurrant. The heart of the scent has notes of champagne and jasmine, with the base having notes of raspberry musk and sheer woods. It is subtle, but it allows the room to be filled with a sweet scent, one that people can pinpoint as to who is wearing it.
Significance of Strawberries
Diving into this !
Strawberries have two central significances: Love and fertility. These two things play a factor in Valentine and who she is. They go hand in hand, as she believes this about herself.
Ever since Valentine was a young girl, she was raised on how to be the perfect woman, one who would eventually raise a family. She was even sent to a school with lessons on ‘how to be the perfect woman.’ She excelled in them, allowing herself to grow into this pre-made mold. Ever since she could recall her childhood, she would always imagine herself with children of her own. Everything appeared perfect to her; She would marry a nice, wealthy man, have children of her own, and die content with the fact that she had a peaceful life.
During her summer escapades to Munich, Germany, she conversed with her one childhood best friend, Aloisia. Every time they would interact, something about it felt right with Valentine. They wrote letters to each other, each one having some underlying meaning of amorousness and infatuation. Their friendship turns into something more, something that at the time they could not describe. Their relationship became candle-like, their flame burning brighter than ever.
All candles eventually die out, as do most relationships. The two had been secretly in love for quite some time, officially being girlfriends since Valentine was aged at ten. Aloisia was running from something, a secret that was kept from her counterpart for some sort of clarity. The two talk about escaping together, hidden in abandoned alleyways and nighttime conversations. Promises made with trembling hands. But Aloisia’s past was catching up to her, hinted at through bruises, frantic phone calls, and sudden disappearances. She isn’t just running from her past; she’s being haunted by it. One day, she doesn’t show up in their usual spots. Valentine looked everywhere for her, eventually finding her up on a rooftop. Aloisia says goodbye, not out of a want, but out of a need to give Valentine some kind of condolence. They spend one last moment together, their hands clasped together as a dying last breath. They eyed each other, staring back into one another's eyes, one final nightmare that its’ turnout a dream.
Valentine’s mourning turns into sorrow, which turns into a bar run. Drink after drink, until her words become incoherent. She bumps into this guy, someone who looks kind, someone who is implied to be the guy she was drilled into marrying. She drunkenly pulled him close, dancing with him. The two of them, drunk and full of limerence, went home together. A moment in her life that Valentine would never seem to forget.
Valentine leads herself down a difficult path, one that allowed a crutch for literature. She was emotional and nauseous, feeling weird about her abdomen. She informed her mother about this information, as she was instructed to go to the doctors. The appointment came eagerly, as she nervously waited in the living room. That appointment, that day would replay like a broken record.
The doctor requested an ultrasound, Valentine complied with no further complaints. Once one the chair, the camera projecting an image onto the doctor's screen, his brows were furrowed. He checked again, a mass of nothingness appearing both times around. The doctor asked to run some tests–urine, blood, saliva, whatever he could use–finding something rare, even in Valentine’s case. The doctor broke the news to her that she experienced a rare case of pseudopregnancy. He pulled her aside after allowing some time for processing. She replays the conversation to this day, her heart still ripped to shreds after this news.
Ever since Valentine was a young girl, she was raised on how to be the perfect woman, one who would eventually raise a family. She was even sent to a school with lessons on ‘how to be the perfect woman.’ She excelled in them, allowing herself to grow into this pre-made mold. Ever since she could recall her childhood, she would always imagine herself with children of her own. Everything appeared perfect to her; She would marry a nice, wealthy man, have children of her own, and die content with the fact that she had a peaceful life.
During her summer escapades to Munich, Germany, she conversed with her one childhood best friend, Aloisia. Every time they would interact, something about it felt right with Valentine. They wrote letters to each other, each one having some underlying meaning of amorousness and infatuation. Their friendship turns into something more, something that at the time they could not describe. Their relationship became candle-like, their flame burning brighter than ever.
All candles eventually die out, as do most relationships. The two had been secretly in love for quite some time, officially being girlfriends since Valentine was aged at ten. Aloisia was running from something, a secret that was kept from her counterpart for some sort of clarity. The two talk about escaping together, hidden in abandoned alleyways and nighttime conversations. Promises made with trembling hands. But Aloisia’s past was catching up to her, hinted at through bruises, frantic phone calls, and sudden disappearances. She isn’t just running from her past; she’s being haunted by it. One day, she doesn’t show up in their usual spots. Valentine looked everywhere for her, eventually finding her up on a rooftop. Aloisia says goodbye, not out of a want, but out of a need to give Valentine some kind of condolence. They spend one last moment together, their hands clasped together as a dying last breath. They eyed each other, staring back into one another's eyes, one final nightmare that its’ turnout a dream.
Valentine’s mourning turns into sorrow, which turns into a bar run. Drink after drink, until her words become incoherent. She bumps into this guy, someone who looks kind, someone who is implied to be the guy she was drilled into marrying. She drunkenly pulled him close, dancing with him. The two of them, drunk and full of limerence, went home together. A moment in her life that Valentine would never seem to forget.
Valentine leads herself down a difficult path, one that allowed a crutch for literature. She was emotional and nauseous, feeling weird about her abdomen. She informed her mother about this information, as she was instructed to go to the doctors. The appointment came eagerly, as she nervously waited in the living room. That appointment, that day would replay like a broken record.
The doctor requested an ultrasound, Valentine complied with no further complaints. Once one the chair, the camera projecting an image onto the doctor's screen, his brows were furrowed. He checked again, a mass of nothingness appearing both times around. The doctor asked to run some tests–urine, blood, saliva, whatever he could use–finding something rare, even in Valentine’s case. The doctor broke the news to her that she experienced a rare case of pseudopregnancy. He pulled her aside after allowing some time for processing. She replays the conversation to this day, her heart still ripped to shreds after this news.
“Miss Dubois?”
It wasn’t just a physical recall that happened; her emotions were running rampant. Most nights, she would find herself dreaming of her own children, children that she had birthed. It was always the same concept: A son, whom she had named Ryker, as he looked just like Aloisia. This broke her in more ways than one. Most days, she seemed to wake up yearning for her long-lost lover and a child whom she could never have.
“Yes, doctor? What is it? Is everything okay?”
“We ran through your tests, and it appears you are infertile.”“Oh. . .Thank you, Doctor.”
That day, her femininity died. She refused any advances toward herself; she regurgitated the love any person gave her. Valentine’s image of herself was abandoned, the woman now a hollow shell of the childhood she once believed in. Her infertility rotted her–she felt dirty, a need to scrub herself clean. She clung to a scent, a fruit to eat whenever she was sad: strawberries. She allowed herself to snack on them, using them as a crutch for her loss of self. It wasn’t just a physical recall that happened; her emotions were running rampant. Most nights, she would find herself dreaming of her own children, children that she had birthed. It was always the same concept: A son, whom she had named Ryker, as he looked just like Aloisia. This broke her in more ways than one. Most days, she seemed to wake up yearning for her long-lost lover and a child whom she could never have.
Diary Entries
Some pages from her childhood diary.
Backstory
More so, her basics and how she started to teach
Some pages from her childhood diary.
5 april 2004
mother gave this to be for my seventh birthday. i see no use in this, but i won’t be wasting paper. i am happy for every gift i get from my parents, but a book with blank pages that i fill out seems foolish. . . i have to return to school tomorrow. i really am not happy. the teachers are mean, and no one wants to talk to me. i get good grades, i’m the perfect lady (thanks mother). why am i treated so miserably. [a tear drop would stain the page]
7 june 2004
soon i get to see aloisia, my best friend. i’m sad because i only get to see her once a year, during my summer vacations. we speak german to each other, it’s fun to be able to talk to someone who understands me. she’s the only person who gets me. alia i cant wait to see you! [a heart would be scribbled next to the last message]
27 august 2007
it is almost the time i go back to school, but at least my alia is close to me. how i’ve missed her! shes listened to all my burdens, and shes taken that pain off my shoulders. her laugh is like my favorite song to listen too, and her hair falls perfectly in place. shes like a canvas with paint splattered on it. i catch myself glancing at her when she is off in the distance. . [the page would become unreadable, smudged]
13 october 2007
has it really been two months since i found this thing? i’m back at school now, everything is well. my grades are good, i get sent letters almost weekly. its nice having communication with my friends and family. some days, I wish I could live a life like Vincent. he feels free, like he doesn’t have to follow rules and regulations like me.
2 july 2010
i never would’ve imagined myself at 13, with a woman like she. she is beauty, and grace, and her kisses feel like heaven! she is perfection in itself, there are no other ways to describe it. my alia, oh my dearest, how i miss being next to you, how i miss you when we’re apart.
24 december 2010
how i wish she was here. the night before christmas, and all i want as a gift is her presence. she sent me a gift, but told me not to open it. i hope its’ a plane ticket to come see her, but alas i think it is something smaller. either way, i will cherish the gift she gives me. i love her, and i want to spend the rest of my life with her. the last letter i wrote her, i told her how i wish we could grow old together, our love everlong. she called me her dearest, something she has never done. my cheeks felt rosy, and i felt overjoyed! [the page ends with a lipgloss kiss mark]
17 may 2013
16, and I still long for my girlfriend. No one really knows, besides Vincent, and he’s cool about it. I have a phone now, she doesn’t. I still write her letters, as she writes me back. Soon, I will be at university. In a few years.. I guess that isn’t that soon? I hope that I can attend university with her, that way we can learn. She wants to grow old with me as well! We can have our own children eventually, though I don’t know how that works. All is well, I am happy. [the page ends with ‘Valentine’]
25 june 2014
I go to university next year, I wish she was here with me. This will be my last diary entry, as this is the final page. I guess I learned one thing over the years; I will forever be a writer, as will I love her. I miss you, Aloisia, my life isn’t the same without you in it. I’m gonna be a teacher, my Alia, just like how we envisioned. I’m going to teach, for you. [Love, Valentine Cèline Dubois, your dearest]
mother gave this to be for my seventh birthday. i see no use in this, but i won’t be wasting paper. i am happy for every gift i get from my parents, but a book with blank pages that i fill out seems foolish. . . i have to return to school tomorrow. i really am not happy. the teachers are mean, and no one wants to talk to me. i get good grades, i’m the perfect lady (thanks mother). why am i treated so miserably. [a tear drop would stain the page]
7 june 2004
soon i get to see aloisia, my best friend. i’m sad because i only get to see her once a year, during my summer vacations. we speak german to each other, it’s fun to be able to talk to someone who understands me. she’s the only person who gets me. alia i cant wait to see you! [a heart would be scribbled next to the last message]
27 august 2007
it is almost the time i go back to school, but at least my alia is close to me. how i’ve missed her! shes listened to all my burdens, and shes taken that pain off my shoulders. her laugh is like my favorite song to listen too, and her hair falls perfectly in place. shes like a canvas with paint splattered on it. i catch myself glancing at her when she is off in the distance. . [the page would become unreadable, smudged]
13 october 2007
has it really been two months since i found this thing? i’m back at school now, everything is well. my grades are good, i get sent letters almost weekly. its nice having communication with my friends and family. some days, I wish I could live a life like Vincent. he feels free, like he doesn’t have to follow rules and regulations like me.
2 july 2010
i never would’ve imagined myself at 13, with a woman like she. she is beauty, and grace, and her kisses feel like heaven! she is perfection in itself, there are no other ways to describe it. my alia, oh my dearest, how i miss being next to you, how i miss you when we’re apart.
24 december 2010
how i wish she was here. the night before christmas, and all i want as a gift is her presence. she sent me a gift, but told me not to open it. i hope its’ a plane ticket to come see her, but alas i think it is something smaller. either way, i will cherish the gift she gives me. i love her, and i want to spend the rest of my life with her. the last letter i wrote her, i told her how i wish we could grow old together, our love everlong. she called me her dearest, something she has never done. my cheeks felt rosy, and i felt overjoyed! [the page ends with a lipgloss kiss mark]
17 may 2013
16, and I still long for my girlfriend. No one really knows, besides Vincent, and he’s cool about it. I have a phone now, she doesn’t. I still write her letters, as she writes me back. Soon, I will be at university. In a few years.. I guess that isn’t that soon? I hope that I can attend university with her, that way we can learn. She wants to grow old with me as well! We can have our own children eventually, though I don’t know how that works. All is well, I am happy. [the page ends with ‘Valentine’]
25 june 2014
I go to university next year, I wish she was here with me. This will be my last diary entry, as this is the final page. I guess I learned one thing over the years; I will forever be a writer, as will I love her. I miss you, Aloisia, my life isn’t the same without you in it. I’m gonna be a teacher, my Alia, just like how we envisioned. I’m going to teach, for you. [Love, Valentine Cèline Dubois, your dearest]
Backstory
More so, her basics and how she started to teach
Valentine was born on April 5th, raised in Saint-Tropez, France, with her twin brother Vincent. The two of them grew up learning both French and German simultaneously. However, her parents had noticed the fact that she was gifted, excelling at both languages within the first few months of her life. They focused on Valentine's language learning the most, as they had to work extra hard with her younger brother. They knew she was going to become something great in the near future. She was raised differently from her twin. Her parents placed her on a pedestal at a young age, setting standards at the young age of three.
While Valentine was stuck learning--Studying flashcards with terms, speaking fluent sentences, or even trying to differentiate between German and French--Vincent was raised to be a gentleman; He was able to play with his friends, go outside, and roughhouse with neighbors. Although still being young, Valentine was envious of her twin. While she was raised with an education and the knowledge to become the woman she should be, her brother was raised to be carefree, a businessman, and raised to be a 'man.' This was the standard that Valentine had learned at a younger age.
Although going on yearly vacations to Germany, Valentine never really had a break. She always had to put studying before anything else. She wasn't neglected; she was far from it. Her parents were stricter on her because they wanted her to become something successful. Rather, they named her Valentine because they knew the name would be recognized as something great. They pushed their daughter so she could make an image for herself. Her mother was endearing and let her daughter take breaks if she communicated them. Her father would always make sure to check on her multiple times a day. Her early childhood may have been one of a mentor, but it did have magical moments.
The summer of Valentine's seventh birthday, her parents made a decision to send her away to a highly pristine school. Valentine didn't fight, but rather was excited to go on an adventure and further meet people who she believed were like her. Before she was sent off to school, she was gifted a diary from her mother. Although she did find it somewhat pointless, she was taught to never waste a gift that was received. Throughout her career at that school, she wrote in that diary weekly, sometimes even multiple days.
Valentine attended the boarding school from 2004 until 2013, graduating a year earlier than she should have. Despite spending nine years of her education there, she was a prodigy within the school. Her weighted GPA was calculated to be over 105. She made sure to stay above everyone else, making an effort to do extra classes and credit as much as she could. While maintaining this average, Valentine was molded into the perfect role model--The perfect woman.
While managing all of her school work, Valentine made an effort to help her pupils whenever she could. She offered tutoring sessions after school, going out of her way to help her fellow peers. If the student needed more time and information, she would offer them private study sessions within her room. She helped over half of the school's population pass the classes they had to attend. She would always make an effort to provide for others. Within this nine-year time stamp, she realized that she had a talent for helping and teaching others. Valentine had been recognized by the faculty of the academy because she was talented in helping others. She knew that this was going to be her calling--Teaching, to help others understand and learn something. She wanted to teach to help the fellow acquaintances around her succeed in a way that would help everyone in the community.
Although having a slight break from her prior education and university, Valentine had found out shocking news that shook her world upside down. She had gone to multiple doctors, who all gave her the same answer to her issue: She was infertile and that it would be nearly impossible to have a child in a biological manner. Although upset with the news, she knew she had to push herself forward. She wouldn't allow herself to have a milestone like this get in the way of her hopes and dreams. The teaching dream became a reality overnight, as she subconsciously clung to teaching younger generations. Something within the horrible news she had received sparked her to be the person that people would not forget.
Graduating her primary school a year ahead of everyone else. The flames from her prior years burned brighter as she pushed herself harder each month. Her gifted tendencies shown through like the gleaming sun on a bright summer's morrow. She piled class after class onto herself until she had fourty ECTS [credits] per semester. After her first year of overworking herself down to the bone, she decided to slow her course progress down a bit. She had found herself a teaching assistant job via one of her professors. She quickly achieved her Associate's degree within her third semester, wanting to push herself forward for a Master's degree. She was confidently helping her professors, being able to take the class over if the professor truly needed it.
While continuing to stay at her university job with many different professors, she pushed herself to achieve a PhD in English. She took day and night classes while balancing a schedule that allowed her to teach. She was quickly offered a job after officially finishing school three years later. She was profound in her knowledge, as well as an excellent teacher whom people were engaged. The professors who allowed her to assist them noticed that the students asked questions and had been the most engaged in their classes in quite some time.
While Valentine was stuck learning--Studying flashcards with terms, speaking fluent sentences, or even trying to differentiate between German and French--Vincent was raised to be a gentleman; He was able to play with his friends, go outside, and roughhouse with neighbors. Although still being young, Valentine was envious of her twin. While she was raised with an education and the knowledge to become the woman she should be, her brother was raised to be carefree, a businessman, and raised to be a 'man.' This was the standard that Valentine had learned at a younger age.
Although going on yearly vacations to Germany, Valentine never really had a break. She always had to put studying before anything else. She wasn't neglected; she was far from it. Her parents were stricter on her because they wanted her to become something successful. Rather, they named her Valentine because they knew the name would be recognized as something great. They pushed their daughter so she could make an image for herself. Her mother was endearing and let her daughter take breaks if she communicated them. Her father would always make sure to check on her multiple times a day. Her early childhood may have been one of a mentor, but it did have magical moments.
The summer of Valentine's seventh birthday, her parents made a decision to send her away to a highly pristine school. Valentine didn't fight, but rather was excited to go on an adventure and further meet people who she believed were like her. Before she was sent off to school, she was gifted a diary from her mother. Although she did find it somewhat pointless, she was taught to never waste a gift that was received. Throughout her career at that school, she wrote in that diary weekly, sometimes even multiple days.
Valentine attended the boarding school from 2004 until 2013, graduating a year earlier than she should have. Despite spending nine years of her education there, she was a prodigy within the school. Her weighted GPA was calculated to be over 105. She made sure to stay above everyone else, making an effort to do extra classes and credit as much as she could. While maintaining this average, Valentine was molded into the perfect role model--The perfect woman.
While managing all of her school work, Valentine made an effort to help her pupils whenever she could. She offered tutoring sessions after school, going out of her way to help her fellow peers. If the student needed more time and information, she would offer them private study sessions within her room. She helped over half of the school's population pass the classes they had to attend. She would always make an effort to provide for others. Within this nine-year time stamp, she realized that she had a talent for helping and teaching others. Valentine had been recognized by the faculty of the academy because she was talented in helping others. She knew that this was going to be her calling--Teaching, to help others understand and learn something. She wanted to teach to help the fellow acquaintances around her succeed in a way that would help everyone in the community.
Although having a slight break from her prior education and university, Valentine had found out shocking news that shook her world upside down. She had gone to multiple doctors, who all gave her the same answer to her issue: She was infertile and that it would be nearly impossible to have a child in a biological manner. Although upset with the news, she knew she had to push herself forward. She wouldn't allow herself to have a milestone like this get in the way of her hopes and dreams. The teaching dream became a reality overnight, as she subconsciously clung to teaching younger generations. Something within the horrible news she had received sparked her to be the person that people would not forget.
Graduating her primary school a year ahead of everyone else. The flames from her prior years burned brighter as she pushed herself harder each month. Her gifted tendencies shown through like the gleaming sun on a bright summer's morrow. She piled class after class onto herself until she had fourty ECTS [credits] per semester. After her first year of overworking herself down to the bone, she decided to slow her course progress down a bit. She had found herself a teaching assistant job via one of her professors. She quickly achieved her Associate's degree within her third semester, wanting to push herself forward for a Master's degree. She was confidently helping her professors, being able to take the class over if the professor truly needed it.
While continuing to stay at her university job with many different professors, she pushed herself to achieve a PhD in English. She took day and night classes while balancing a schedule that allowed her to teach. She was quickly offered a job after officially finishing school three years later. She was profound in her knowledge, as well as an excellent teacher whom people were engaged. The professors who allowed her to assist them noticed that the students asked questions and had been the most engaged in their classes in quite some time.