Starting Off on Your Own Is Hard to Do

I had applied for the 2012 fall term to Pitt University last March. I had just gotten my letter of Acceptance on August 14th. My parents live in California, in a small suburb just 10 minutes outside of Laguna Beach. I applied to Pitt because I wanted away from the beach and the Ocean. Pennsylvania looked like my safe haven. Pitt University just caught my eye. If you don't know me, my name is Brittnae Starks. My parents raised me on the whole "Peace love brother" mantra because they are the biggest hippies I know that are alive. A very distant cousin of mine is the hockey legend Gordie Howe. My mother really liked the name Britney but my father wanted to be different in spelling of names so that is the explanation for the very weird spelling. I met my cousin only once in 2004 at a hockey convention in Canada. Even if my parents are hippies, they are probably the most loyal fans the NHL has today. They are huge fans of the Kings but I say the Ducks are better. I mean c'mon. The Ducks won the Stanley Cup in 2007 and when was the last time the Kings did?
I arrived at Pittsburgh just in time for orientation. I had a roommate named Laurie who came from Upper Saint Clair and was majoring to be a pharmacist. I was majoring to be a nurse so I guess it works out. The first time I met Laurie, she told me that I looked just like Kim Kardashian. I guess I sort of do. I have long brunette hair and Italian skin. I look nothing like my parents. I have no siblings. I never really was in a serious relationship. I always was very studious in school and I got a full ride scholarship for academics.
My best friend that I could tell anything to tragically died in a car accident on the day of our high school graduation. Her name was Katie Cairns and she was eight months pregnant. The first year of college really was a blur. I met a boy named Cam Dreyfus who sorta kinda liked me. Cam would text me in class and all and tell me that he loved me. The second year of college started off with a bang. My one teacher, Mrs. Roberts, had given me the advice to apply for an internship at one of Pittsburgh's many hospitals. I applied to Children's and I got it. My only patient I was assigned to look over was a little boy named Steve and he was struggling with a brain tumor. I got him his food and everything. Steve's parents were never there. I was told by one of the older nurses that Steve's parents were billionaires and never acknowledged they had a son. I felt really sad for Steve too because everyday he was just so peppy and happy even though he was slowly dying. Not only that, his own parents didn't even care! Everyday Steve would talk to me about the weather outside or his old dog named Max. Lately, he started talking about the Penguins. For all this while I've been living in Pittsburgh, I have never been to a Penguin game. Only a Steeler game with Cam because he wanted me to meet his parents who work at the front office.