​The crew shared everything. EVERYTHING. It was kind of easy to. We had all met at the same time; first virtually on a whatsapp group chat created for our would be Class of 2018— where our mutual tendency to cause a ruckus was discovered, and then in person during our data capturing where it was further established. It was beautiful; eight boys— me, Alan, Cruz, Banire, Henry, Emma, Sammie and Folarin— thrust into the fabled…