You have always felt that the Holy and perfect Church finds its finest expression in monasticism. Amidst the songs and serenity of the Abbey, you feel God very close over your shoulder. He guides and protects you, and has granted you the most perfect life you could imagine.

Your mother was hands-on with your upbringing. A well-read and intelligent gentlewoman, she wanted the same for her children. You thrived, and grew up with a love of learning and reading, which is unusual among women even of your status. You have fond memories of sitting around the family table after dinner, debating matters of politics and theology as the candles burned down.

Sadly, your learning did not seem to be enormously appreciated by your peers. You were seen as odd by the other local girls, and when you became a teenager, that attitude seemed to be shared by any boys who noticed you. You felt a little lonely and rather unhappy, never quite able to understand why those around you did not share your interests, and why they seemed to be put off by your manner. Older people were another matter, though, and many of them seemed to be rather charmed by your precocious tendency to debate their views.