It took ten days living out of bags in my new apartment before Mr. Jang, the school's 잭-of-all-trades, brought me a wardrobe. This is what he brought me.Now, I never was any good in geometry, but perhaps my friend Pete, the science and math wunderkind, can explain to me how this bar is supposed to fit into the brackets on the inner walls.
So I'm still living out of bags. I suppose the bright side is that my clothes make my forehead seem smooth in comparison.
Oh, they ripped a bit of a gash in my floor when they moved it in, too.
(Do you think "Out of a closet" would have been a funnier title for this post?)
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