熱情的研究者 A passionate researcher- Jane

Her story at Columbia wasn't just about the pursuit of a degree. It was about the metamorphosis of a scholar.

2024.03.28

珍在屏幕前眨了眨眼，她的論文截止日期像幽靈一樣逼近。哥倫比亞大學的圖書館靜悄悄的，只有她在鍵盤上輕輕敲打的聲音。疊得高高的書籍環繞著她—她在幾個月中構築的知識堡壘。她的論文題為《現代文學敘事演變》，既大膽又具挑戰性，正搖搖欲墜地接近完成。

但有些東西還在躲閃—那種將她的論點緊密綁定在一起的本質。當她梳理她的筆記時，她的目光停留在一位被遺忘作者的引用上，這是她在圖書館一個灰塵覆蓋的角落中偶然發現的。它談到故事是如何隨著每一次呼吸而生命的實體。珍的心跳加速；這就是她所缺少的部分，她論證的靈魂。

時鐘的滴答聲在寬敞的閱讀室中回響。夜晚是她的畫布，圖書館是她的聖地。文字從她的指尖飛出，編織成分析、理論和深刻結論的頁面。當黎明在天空中塗上琥珀色和玫瑰色的條紋時，珍完成了她的論文，這不僅是一項學術嚴謹的工作，而且是一份熱情的成果。

她在哥倫比亞的故事不僅僅是追求學位。這是一位學者的變形。她的研究改變了她，使她深刻理解了敘事的力量。珍的論文不僅是一項學術要求；它本身是一個敘事，是她生命故事中的一章，將激勵未來的學者在哥倫比亞大學的莊嚴走廊中行走，尋求他們自己的真理在文字的世界裡。

Jane blinked at the screen, the deadline for her thesis looming like a specter over her. The Library of Columbia University was silent, save for the soft tapping of her fingers on the keyboard. Books piled high around her—a fortress of knowledge she had constructed over the months. Her thesis on 'The Evolution of Narratives in Modern Literature' was bold, challenging, teetering on the cusp of completion.

But something eluded her—the quintessential essence that would bind her arguments together. Sifting through her notes, her gaze lingered on a quote by a forgotten author, a serendipitous find from a dusty corner of the library. It spoke of stories as living entities, evolving with each reader's breath. Jane’s heart raced; this was the missing piece, the soul of her argument.

The clock ticked, echoing in the vastness of the reading room. The night was her canvas, the library her sanctuary. Words flew from her fingertips, stitching together pages of analysis, theory, and profound conclusions. As dawn painted the sky with streaks of amber and rose, Jane concluded her thesis, a work not just of academic rigor but of passion.

Her story at Columbia wasn't just about the pursuit of a degree. It was about the metamorphosis of a scholar. Her research had transformed her, imbuing her with a profound understanding of the power of narratives. Jane’s thesis was more than an academic requirement; it was a narrative in itself, a chapter in her life's story that would inspire future scholars who walked the hallowed corridors of Columbia, seeking their own truths in the world of words.

My Name is Jane.