He wore his glasses on the end of his nose.

Walter the genius boy.
It was fall 1963 and I had just transferred from a junior college in Los Angeles. Transferring to a small private college in Oklahoma City. I did this in part to get out of L A plus my cousin, a recent grad of this small school, thought it could work for me.
There were a number of interesting characters at this small institution. But none so obvious and obnoxious as Walter, whose last name I cannot spell. I just called him Walter the genius boy. Walter had just turned sixteen as he entered our college as a freshman that fall. As school progressed Walter was able to manipulate a number of vital things. He liked his dorm room nice and toasty. So he was able to bypass the thermostat and set it where he wanted . Never mind his jerry-rigged wiring affected the temperature in our dorm suite, a couple of doors down the way from his. It was so hot in our room we had to open doors and windows wide even though the temperature was below freezing outside.
Plus Walter the genius boy was able to rewire a connection with the pay phone downstairs enabling many calls for free for himself only. And his screwball antics went on and on.
Another friend of mine at this school wanted me to come along with him and watch Walter the genius boy teach an advanced class in Fortran programming at what was then called Central State college in Edmond. Again, Walter was barely sixteen, wore his glasses on the end of his nose, and looked every bit of a pimple face nerd.
So my friend and myself went to Central State to watch this genius boy in action. Probably the youngest teacher adjunct in Central State history. In the class were mostly older men . Most of them were graduates, engineering majors, and people wanting to learn Fortran. An advanced programming language. So my friend and I sat there in a classroom and watched with wrapped amazement. The advanced students at Central State asked many difficult questions and Walter the genius boy answered their questions to their satisfaction.
Then later on during our school’s semester, Walter the genius boy received a B-grade in a required physical education class Much to Walter’s displeasure and annoyance. . A grade point average wrecker for sure. A bowling class. Never mind, Walter was a lousy bowler.