I was lucky in that some of the first stuff I was asked to do, weed, mow the lawn however lamely once I was big enough to push the mower, shovel snow, make cookies, learn to make silver dollar pancakes, clean up after my mother or father cooked, made me feel part of us.
Making the community work, aka clean stairs, is maybe too abstract for a teen who is naturally zeroed in on unfairness.
I'm not any expert, have only semi raised one teen. But that girl was one I walked with in the tiny house neighborhood with and told her the names of flowers and trees when she was four, and she could do that back shortly after. Not that I was all that instructional, we usually just talked. Her father was super instructional, and that had negative repercussions later, and some positive ones. Daaaaaaad! Her father used to read museum plaques to her, like forever, and I suppose she still despises museums.
But I get dragonguy's view. And so do some police agencies, and I forget the guy who started it all (pre Bratton), an author, re fixing broken windows.
What? I see cleaning the hall as important.
I've just finished Monica Ali's book, Brick Road. The hallway is a significant part of that book.