I wouldn’t be visiting any of the upstairs rooms in my chair. Like most of the old dorms at Harkness University, the building had no elevator. Straight ahead, there was a stairway with a pretty oaken banister. Both had wide doors - the telltale sign of a handicapped-accessible room. Wheeling up the ramp and into the narrow building, I counted two dorm rooms, one on my left and one on my right. I held my breath until the pretty arched door began to swing slowly open.Īfter everything I’d been through in the past year, it was hard to believe that this was really happening for me. Then I pushed the blue button with the wheelchair on it. I rolled up to wave my shiny new Harkness ID in front of the card reader. It was the wheelchair ramp that captivated her. Unfortunately, my mother’s interest in the dorm was neither historical nor architectural. And twice a day, students from the Carillon Guild climb 144 steps into Beaumont Tower to serenade the campus on bells weighing upwards of a ton each. As the official tour guides will tell you, three of the last six presidents held at least one degree from the 300-year-old college. It was move-in day at Harkness College, and parents of the new frosh were oohing and ahhing all around campus. I could hear the anticipation in her voice. “This looks promising,” my mother said, eyeing the dormitory’s ivy-covered facade.
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