I was in my first year of college and was assigned to a dorm room. Not knowing who my roommate might be, I headed to my assigned room. I walked in to see my roommate had not arrived yet. Thus, I had my choice of bed. It was just a single bed with sheets, a blanket and a bedspread. Nothing out of the ordinary. It looked comfortable so I just plopped down to see how comfortable it was. It was soft but firm and I figured it was going to do just fine.

On each side of the room, there was a desk with a lamp. My thoughts were, how many students had used those desks for cramming up for their tests. There was a dresser on each side of the bed so, I figured I’d just take the one closest to my bed. I opened the closet door and noticed that it had a partition built in so each student could have a side. There was even a dirty clothes hamper for each student. I unpacked my suitcase, hung my trousers and shirts and for now, neatly aligned my 3 pairs of shoes.

I decided to take the one desk that was on the same side of the room as my bed and loaded it with paper, pencils and my laptop. Now, I was all set for the first day of classes. I had arrived at the dorm on a Saturday so I had all day Sunday to familiarize myself with the town and the campus.

I decided it was time to go get something to eat so I investigated the facilities of the dorm house and found the kitchen. There was the house mother that I had met when I arrived. She looked up at me and said, "Hi Mark, are you hungry?" She had been making a pile of sandwiches and a big pot of vegetable soup on the stove. I told her that I could eat a horse. She laughed and grabbed a bowl for the soup and told me to help myself to a sandwich.

Since I had traveled all day I was a bit tired and decided, rather than go out on the Saturday night, I’d just call it a day and retreat to my room. When I got to the room, I opened up the door and there was a guy unpacking his clothes. This guy looked like a real geek. He had on a pair of trousers that were too big and sagged. His shirt was also about two sizes too big for him and hung down over his butt. The only thing that looked like they fit him were his tennis shoes. He had thick horn rimmed glasses and wore a stocking cap.

He looked up at me and said, "Hello. I’m Ezekiel but you can just call me Zeek."

I said, "Hello, I’m Mark." That was about the extent of our conversation for the evening. I figured this guy was not a conversationalist and that was ok with me. That way, I could study without being interrupted all the time.

So now Ezekiel, in my mind, had a nickname. "Zeek the Geek." I told him that if he was hungry, he could go down to the kitchen and the house mother would feed him. He just bowed his head and out the door he went. I went to my desk and started reading all the papers that I received about class registrations, etc. It was about 10:00 when I decided to head