I have been reliably informed that, while my last series of memories about boarding school were interesting to read, they were lacking in a key element: stories about the 'boarding' part of boarding school. Music is interesting but not even in the title.

I will here endeavor to amend this error.

It is quite satisfying to share a room with someone you like. It is a pain to share with someone you don't. But what I learned at boarding school is that, to share a room with someone who is merely neutral, also sucks. It's no fun at all.

When I was perhaps twelve years of age, I shared with a somewhat autistic boy. A competent musician, socially awkward, kind of tall. I recall one time that, while I was out, he took all of my belongings from my storage and strew them across my bed. My year had a boy who could not behave himself, who informed me of this with great excitement. I was aroused into a great fury, and ran through every floor of the building to find him. After failing in my goal, I returned to my room, and started to put my belongings away—only [...]

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