I was still more than a little bit homesick; reaching out for connections wherever I could find them.  Maybe here I could find a little warmth and camaraderie and begin making some friends.  But first, I had to get over how different their room felt than the others I’d been in.  There was no sickly sweet smell of empty beer cans; no coke-bottle ashtrays reeking of the stale stench of cigarettes; no posters of scantily-clad Raquel Welch, Ursula Andress, or Brigitte Bardot adorning the walls.  These guys were different than the other kids I’d met in my first week of college. I found out later they were becoming known as “the God squad.”