WE PULLED INTO THE school’s parking lot. Balloons and signs posted, orientation this way. The members of the faculty greeted and directed you. The building had almost passed as an original institute of learning. We entered through the main entrance. Under my feet was a red, black, and green marble floor. A few feet from the entrance was a lady stationed at a cluttered desk.
“Hello, my Sisters, and Brothers.”
Chaka, Uhuru, Fehed, and Puma smiled and spoke on cue. “Hello!”
I couldn’t muster a smile. “Hello.”
“Setaphire, I am Sister Rory, welcome to orientation.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Setaphire.” Sister Rory’s attention shifted to the itinerary on her desk. “Setaphire.” Sister Rory marked the page. She pulled a sheet of stickers from the stack of papers on the desk. Her attentio
