Peter stood nervously in front of the door to dorm room 213- the room that would be his home for the next four years. When he turned the key and opened the door, he was relieved to see that his roommate hadn't arrived yet. He wanted to be able to put his clothes away and get things in order before having to deal with the possible drama that could ensue over who gets what bed and who can put up posters on which wall and other petty things.
He put his bags down on the bed against the leftmost wall and looked around. The dorm was small- two beds, two nightstands, two small dressers, a closet, a desk, and a bookshelf- but Peter figured that as long as his roommate wasn't a total jerk, living here wouldn't be too bad.
He moved over to his bed and started to unpack things, trying to make the empty dorm seem a bit more like it was his.