I'm still in school, grad school now (finally! I'm almost done!), and am living in an apartment with two other girls. We have a schedule for cleaning and garbage and everything gets cleaned weekly. I also change my sheets weekly. I can't imagine it any other way.
At my old school I lived in a house with four other people. One year we had two of my guy friends living with us. And get this. . .they cleaned their bathroom once. The whole year. (thankfully the 3 girls had a nice clean one upstairs) And only because we begged, pleaded, then threatened them. And then, out of spite, they cleaned it using our dish rag, then put the dish rag back on the sink. I'm so thankful I was there to witness it and then throw the towel away. Ah, I still love them though.
When they moved at the end of the year, the three girls went down to clean the bathroom for the two girls moving in. We had to wear bags on our feet, gloves on our hands (should have worn masks, too). Everything we cleaned came up nearly black. It was incredible. And disgusting.
"Live, more than your neighbors. Unleash yourself upon the world and go places. Go now! Giggle. Know. Laugh. And bark the the moon like the wild dog that you are!" - Jon Blais