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Sister Amelie Poulain
Dear Diary May 9th 1665

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I left Eastern France for various reasons, but most of all to be a nun, and help civilize the First Nations in New France, and convert them to Catholic faith. Being a widow, I didn’t think I would be accepted as a nun, but I was proven wrong. The first few days I arrived in New France, I didn’t associate with the other mothers and sisters, for I was too nervous and anxious to start my practices. I had never practiced as a nun, although I was a very religious person, and I had never associated with the Natives, thus I had no idea as to what to expect. A nun in my convent Thèrese Clary, told me that when she arrived years ago before I did, she felt the exact same way; In fear, but also excited for the new experiences we would face.======

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We all lived in a convent, in stone buildings close alongside the school, and of course, women were the only residents. In the home was all convent furniture, and we ate very plane foods, and small portions of them like, pancakes, bowls of creamy milk, bread, and habitants pea soup.======

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Back in Easter France I was teaching at a small girls school, so I was very well educated, but teaching the Natives, I was told was a completely different matter. Not only did we have to teach them, but we had to teach them English, civilize them, and convert them to Catholic Faith. The time of day we weren’t teaching, we would do religious reading, and pray. In fact most of the only time I get to myself is writing in my journal before bed like now. I have to wake early, like most mornings, so I must rest now.======

Mother Amelie Poulain

Dear Diary October 21st 1690

So many years have past, it's difficult to think of all that happened in one story, for it seems that a hundred mans tales could be told in my life. I've lived long and successfully, and I am proud of what I have done. My only grievance would be that I wish I could live a hundred more lives. But what I've done, I must be proud, living through the hardships of habitants pea soup; And I say this with a smile, for reading back on my journal, it is too humorous to see the little things that bothered me when I first arrived in New France. I was so aggravated by the small portions of food, and the scratchy material of the bonnet and gown we are clad in. I was even bothered by the sometimes ignorant Filles de Roi who would roam the streets, dressed up for their assigned husbands. I think it was just jealousy that lead me to dislike most of the Filles de Rois, because I knew I would never have a husband. Not that any man would be taken by my beauty, being covered up in my floor length robes and bonnet, as I said, I was bothered with my uniform. But it is such a moving experience to look back on all of the past journal entries, for example, when I list my hatred for Genevieve, and now we are best friends. Or when I write down my excitement after teaching my first class. Also when I right down my grief after having to slap my first student. My most prominent journal entries would have to be from June 1st to October 8th, when the church was lit on fire, and myself and the rest of our convent had to refund the whole church. As I said, I'm proud of what I've done, what I've learned, what I've experienced, and my regrets. But being a nun has brought me weary, and Ill of old age, and this is my last entry before I sleep and dream to the heavens.