On living with extroverts

Sara Schlecht | Wednesday, September 18, 2019

The clock shows 2:30 a.m., and my roommate Maria (the inside column queen) says “Good night, sweethearts” to the room. She then pauses just long enough for me to fall into a blissful almost-but-not-quite sleep. “Sara, call us a term of endearment.” In my exhausted state, I struggle to process her request. “Good night …”