True story: I pulled the covers off my bed one night to discover a bowl of hardened leftover queso planted just below my pillow. It apparently had been inside the refrigerator for nearly three weeks, and my roommates had reached their breaking point. (We laugh about this story today!) When I first moved into my freshman apartment, I was thrilled with the freedom. No one to tell me I couldn't go out before I cleaned my bathroom and to eat the rest of my dinner. What I didn't realise is that other people would still hold me accountable, and I needed to take strides to make sure I was doing my part to be a good and clean roommate.