Maladjusted Me

Also, I'm very bitter and jealous because the kid living on the floor directly below me in the house has a room that is literally twice the size of mine. It's directly below my room -- and the room next to mine. They clearly knocked down a wall in the house to make that room giant. He also has way better furniture than mine. His desk is almost twice the size of mine. Like, if I had that room, I'd be clothes-shopping right now so that I had something to fill up all the dressers and giant wardrobes with.

I also know that they clearly knocked down a wall in the house to make that room, since there is a painted-shut fake door in the hallway next to it that I was curious about. I thought there were probably like dead body skeletons behind it, but now I know that really it's just because it's all one giant room. I would guess that when it was originally two rooms, that door was functioning and opened into a separate room.

Anyway, when I mentioned this to the other kid in the house from Harvard, I described "that painted shut door on the second floor." He said "Oh, there's one of those on the first floor, too!" I hadn't noticed the one on the first floor. Since then, though, it twigged: We were describing the same door. He just has already adjusted to the UK system of numbering floors after being here for about 5 minutes, whereas I'm still super-Americanized after the ridiculous amount of time I've spent over here. Alright, fine, if I must: Americanised. Happy?