Dove's Journal

[Dove (DELETED 3380)]

This being my first year in a new city, and starting university, I have decided to start keeping a journal. I’m not even sure where to start or how, so bear with me.

My name is Dove Hart, I am nineteen years old and just started classes at Harper Rock University. I know what you are thinking… Dove is a pretty fucked up name and I probably have pot head parents. Actually it’s the opposite. My father Richard Hart is in law and politics. He is pretty well known in political circles back home. My mother Sarah Hart is what most would call a “trophy wife”. Beautiful and stylish, she was involved in many beauty pageants in her younger years.

So how did my “perfect parents” come up with the name Dove? My grandmother on my father’s side said that when I was born she looked out the window of the delivery room and there sitting on the window sill tapping at the glass was a dove. Nana being a bit superstitious took this as a sign of good luck and insisted that my parents name me Dove. Mom, being so highly drugged during the birth, decided to run with it. So there you have it... Dove Marie Hart.

Now I bet you are wondering how I got to Canada, right? Good question. The answer, believe it or not, is very simple. I didn’t want to go to school where everyone knew my family. Sure I could have gotten into an ivory league school like my father… But for once in my life I didn’t want to follow in my parents footsteps. I wanted to go somewhere I could make a life of my own. So after browsing through pamphlet after pamphlet I came across the university here in Harper Rock Canada. It was perfect, far from home and everyone I know. Not to mention that being a small university I had no problems getting in. Universities like this one love when someone like me comes along with a high grade average and studies in all their previous schooling.

So here I am… No friends, no family... Just my laptop and I ready to start a new life. I think the first thing I need to do is look for an apartment. I honestly do not want to live on campus. The rooms are way too small for me. I feel a little closed in. Heh... Maybe I am a bit like my mother. But my walk in closet at home is bigger than the dorm room! I will start looking through the paper and see what is out there. Wish me luck!