I will never have to share again. Second year, it was all going to get better. Little did I know that I knew so little. It got to the point during that year where I had not spoken with one of my roommates for six months. Not one word.
Immaturity is a bitch.
The situation had been bad for a number of reasons. Listen, I had sorted the stupid cutlery for more than 10 years. I had had enough. Evidently, so had my roommates. When I returned to Davis from a weekend away, the only things left in any of the drawers or cupboards were my set of cutlery, my set of plates, and I think I had one bowl.