Dearest Class of 2001, Merry days were these at Thornfield Hall, when an impulse of motivation struck me, concerning me, . My trace of individual desperate to struggle against almost insuperable odds to establish and maintain a sense of a distinct identity yearns to satisfy the deepest needs of my nature. Thus, it is imperative that I write this letter. I hesitate to share my feelings, but feel it necessary. I have made a significance appearance among the Victorian reading public, but at times question the reason. I, with my strength and ....