The Wracks sits in the alcove inside the vending machine boutique with the strange elevator at Bollocks Hall.   Named after a very excellent famous engineer, the school of engineering manufactures Bell ringers for the nation in the next generation of Scientists. The reason the Wracks sits at engineering near the strange elevator that only he notices is that his fellow students haze him at the chemistry and Biology Building.  It is the Wrack’s way of hanging out instead of falling asleep on the cushy chairs in the main German Annex that is the next station before dinner at the student union.  Every day is the same at Bullocks Hall.   Computer science students with shopping baskets full of white computer cards come in and out of the building.  A single brown-haired tall man with long appendages appears and with a key on a long keychain, he unlocks the elevator door, enters and descends downward.   Sometimes the Wracks catch him coming up four hours later and he exits the elevator,  makes sure the lock is secure and leaves.

There is a bloody nuclear reactor under the hall and they manufacture isotopes says one disgruntled student.

They can’t have a nuclear reactor on campus of a major university says the Wracks, It is illegal.

Bollocks says the student Bollocks.

It is time for Biochemistry and then the physics of Energy class and the Wracks moves to the major lecture hall that houses three hundred people.

A small, wavy brown-haired student with a big nose and freckles enters the quad.  

Fag he says.   Queer, and he sticks out his tongue at the Wracks.

The Wracks move into the lecture and tries to sit as far from the heckler as possible.   At the end of the class he exits rapidly and starts walking to Bullocks.

Gay, says the brown-haired student who then struts off elsewhere. 

The girls are high class at the big U.  Dressed in designer clothes from exclusive locals, the females are wearing makeup and well washed and groomed.   They are looking for eligible bachelors to marry them.  They don’t notice the Wracks anymore.  He says, I don’t have a car and they turn about face and look for some more fruitful ventures.   The students on scholarships wear tattered clothes and sulk from one library to the next.   The Wracks chooses the research library because it is ten stories and easy to get lost in the stacks.

He doesn’t study in the School of Medicine library anymore like the pre-med students do.  One day a petite Japanese lady accosted him on the elevator going to the fourth-floor study hall.

Do you want to fuck?  Says the tiny girl.

I don’t even know you say the Wracks.

Fag, says the girl and the Wracks disembark from the elevator

So the Wracks moves after afternoon classes to German Union and takes his one hour nap before dinner where he joins Dave and they study in the research library.  There you can smoke in the stacks

It is early morning and the bus dropped him off at north campus and he sits on the steps at the main amphitheater opposite the physics library.   He pulls out a Pall Mall gold cigarette.   He smokes just like his father does and blows smoke rings into the sweet early morning air.  An Italian girl in bell bottoms and a halter top without a bra sits on the steps too.  Her father is a tenured professor of Psychology at the big U and she is a Psychology major too.   For some reason, no one hits up on her like the other girls experience at the big society at a major university.  The Wracks wonders why?  She smiles and says goodbye and goes to class and the endless stream of humanity exits classes and lecture halls and move to different locations on campus like the vast Serengeti Plain.  The Wracks is alone again and wonders why in the first place he is here and he lights up another cigarette to celebrate

It is the cheapest quality education in the United States so enjoy it says Father Wracker.

The Wracks still don’t know why he is here and he is just passing the time for something better which will never happen in his life.