My goal was to break the monotony of "Hello, my name is," yet my exploration in exciting introductions emerges futile. So here it goes- hello, my name is Kelly Ancharski. I am a freshman, born and raised in Tucson, Arizona (although since then I have traveled beyond the imperil continental United States, mainly to Europe and North America). In the impending years, my life plans have vaguely appeared in the forefront of my mind, an outline that begins with receiving my undergraduate degree at the University of Arizona in political science and French with concentrations in international relations and literature respectively. Ultimately, the Peace Corps and the United Nations are fitting establishments to create and illuminate the struggles of a conflicting world, built on the shoulders of the forgotten. Ties, the formation of connections/understanding, stem from family; delivered into a line of growing half-Irish children, my family is large by comparison- immediately I have two older sisters and a younger brother, but extended, well lets just say the number is exponentially growing. Life, much like the formulaic beginnings of these discussions, is seemingly mundane without a passion, gifts that lift the soul into a euphoria- reading, traveling, and most importantly dancing are the personal breaks in the ordinary. Dance has been a running stream through my life since the age of three. Through the breaks and cramming my toes into pint size wood planks (better know as pointe shoes), dance has remained a breath of air, filling the lungs and heart in tandem. In the literary cannon, books complete the hole of imagination; at the top of my favorites include "Crime and Punishment," "The Road," "As You Like It," "Les Misérables," and "Harry Potter." I have always been fascinated with French culture and the atmosphere instituted in the beauty of transcendentalist thinking (as the French would say- Je vois la vie en rose). With international relationships and globalization so fundamental to the evolving tides, the communication and acceptance (or at least knowledge) between younger generations, a fusion of race, sex, and gender polarity, connecting on the waves of the Internet, is the beginnings of a bolstered universal affiliation.
That is the introduction, but now the importance of feminism; the reality of historical injustice that plagues, not only the minorities or the religiously inclined, but the state of gender, the implications that warp humanities cognitive load, maintained by illusory correlation to produce the connotation that feminism is elusive in thought, as well as practice, with a heavy perception of grating females, defying the proscriptive convention, fabricating the raucous sound, resonating in the crevasse of depravity. The feminist terminology continues to be simply forgotten; the terminology of conviction, pushed aside by the partisan movements of seemingly just principles destined for success. While the inequality, a correlation based on the lack of awareness and action, has visible divisions of insight; the archival turnings of the world illuminate the mass periods of female involvement and a disregarded of recognition, countered with the elegance, a poised exposition, true feminism, pouring from the tips of the alleged foolish, repugnant women. Despite the fallacies, the truth of women, with the additions of gender and sexual equality, continues to scatter the portrayal of Earth’s culture.
