Chapter 39Before classes began on Monday, I familiarized myself with the three hundred acre campus, checking in at admissions and financial aid, and wandering around the English department at Dickinson Hall where I’d be attending most of my classes.
Flowerbeds of tulips and peonies and mammoth beech and pine trees dotted the vast, grassy grounds. My mother would be in flower heaven if she were here now, I thought. It might also rehash memories of her trampled, dead flowers at home under my bedroom window, courtesy of Rocco and Yours Truly.
I felt like I had stepped into a picture-perfect photograph. Lennox would be my home for the next four years. I kept walking and observing, my eyes taking in every angle and movement of other students as they passed me in groups, laughing or silently l
