trumpet roses, and tons of white, pink, and red impatiens. Everything looked trimmed and manicured. The grass was so perfect it looked cut by an army of grounds workers armed with scissors. Not a branch, not a leaf, nothing appeared out of place. It was as if we had ventured into a painting.
Above us the main building loomed. It was a two-story structure of antique brick and gray-painted wood. Dark green ivy vines worked their way up around the brick to frame the large panel windows. A wide stone stairway led up to the large portico and great front doors. There was a parking lot to the right with signs that read RESERVED FOR FACULTY and RESERVED FOR VISITORS. Right now the lot was nearly full of cars. There were parents and young girls meeting and greeting each other, old friends obviously renewing friendships. It was an explosion of excitement. The air was full of laughter, the faces full of smiles. Girls hugged and kissed each other, and all began talking at once.
Daddy found a spot for us and the van, but Gisselle was ready to pounce with a complaint.
'We're too far from the front, and how am I supposed to get up that stairway every day? This is horrible.'
'Just hold on,' Daddy said. 'They told me there is an approach built for people in wheelchairs.'
'Great. I'm probably the only one. Everyone will watch me being wheeled up every morning.'
'There must be other handicapped girls here, Gisselle. They wouldn't build an entryway just for you,' I assured her, but she just sat there scowling at the scene unfolding before us.
'Look. Everyone knows everyone else. We're probably the only strangers at the school.'
'Nonsense,' Daddy said. 'There's a freshman class, isn't there?'
'We're not freshmen. We're seniors,' she reminded him curtly.
'Let me go find out how to proceed first,' Daddy said, opening his door.
'Proceed home, that's how,' Gisselle quipped. Daddy waved to our van driver, who pulled up alongside our car. Then he went to speak to a woman in a green skirt and jacket who was holding a clipboard.
'All right,' Daddy said, returning. 'This is going to be easy. The gangway is off right there. First you go to registration, which is being held in the main lobby, and then we'll go to the dormitory.'
'Why don't we go to the dormitory first?' Gisselle demanded. 'I'm tired.'
'I was told to bring you here first, honey, so you can get your information packet about your classes, a map of the grounds, that sort of thing.'
'I don't need a map of the grounds. I'll be in my room all the time, I'm sure,' Gisselle said.
'Oh, I'm sure you won't,' Daddy replied. 'I'll get your chair out, Gisselle.'
She pressed her lips together and sat back with her arms folded tightly under her bosom. I got out. The sky was crystalline blue and the clouds were puffy and full, looking like cotton candy. There was a magnificent view of the city below and beyond, a view of the Mississippi River with its barges and boats moving up and down. I felt like we were on top of the world.
Daddy helped Gisselle into her chair. She was stiff and uncooperative, forcing him to literally lift her. When she was situated in it, he started to wheel her toward the gangway. Gisselle kept her gaze ahead, her face twisted in a smirk of disapproval. Girls smiled at us and some said hello, but Gisselle pretended not to see or hear.
The gangway took us through a side entrance into the wide main lobby. It had marble floors and a high ceiling, with great chandeliers and a large tapestry depicting a sugar plantation on the far-right wall. The lobby was so large the voices of the girls echoed in it. They were all standing in three long lines, which line they were in depending on the first initial of their last names. The moment Gisselle set eyes on the crowd, she moaned.
'I can't sit here like this and wait,' she complained loudly enough for a number of girls nearby to overhear. 'We don't have to do this at our school in New Orleans! I thought you said they knew about me and would take my problems into consideration.'
'Just a minute,' Daddy said softly. Then he went to speak to a tall thin man in a suit and tie who was directing the girls into the proper lines and helping them to fill out some forms. He looked our way after Daddy spoke to him, and a moment later he and Daddy went to the desk upon which was the sign A-H. Daddy spoke to the teacher behind our desk, and she then gave him two packets. He thanked her and the tall man and quickly returned to our side.
'Okay,' Daddy said, 'I've got your registration folders. You're both assigned to the Louella Clairborne House.'
'What kind of name for a dorm is that?' Gisselle said.
'It was named after Mr. Clairborne's mother. There are three dorms, and Daphne assured me that you two are in the best of the three.'
'Great.'
'Thank you, Daddy,' I said, taking my packet from him. I felt guilty getting the preferential treatment along with Gisselle and avoided the jealous gazes of the other girls who were still waiting in line.
'Here's your packet,' Daddy said. He put it into Gisselle's lap when she didn't reach for it. Then he turned her around and wheeled her out of the building.
'They told me there's an elevator to get you up and down in the main building. The bathrooms all have facilities for handicapped people, and your classes are all pretty much on the same floors so you won't have great difficulty getting from one to the other in time,' Daddy said.
Reluctantly, Gisselle opened the packet as we descended the gangway. On the first page was a letter of welcome from Mrs. Ironwood, strongly advising that we read each and every page of the orientation materials and concern ourselves especially with the rules.
Two of the dormitories were located in the rear and to the right and the third dorm, our dorm, was located in the rear to the left. As we drove slowly around the main building toward our dorm, I gazed down the slope and saw the boathouse and the lake. A solid layer of water hyacinth stretched from bank to bank, their lavender blossoms pale with a dab of yellow on the center petals, surrounded by light green leaves. The water of the lake shone like a polished coin.
