"You get cold really fast"

Don't tell me I get cold really fast. If a) the heater in the staff room worked, raising the temperature from where it's been at 13 degrees for the last WEEK (oh, it SAYS 30 degrees, but I'm here to tell you I know 30 degrees and this is DEFINITELY not it) and b) the damn kids shut the doorway to purgatory when they filed in and out of here quicker than bandits in a bank and more often than I can mutter scathingly, "shut the DOOR!", then perhaps I would STAY warm.

My apartment is kept at 17 degrees when I'm IN it. When I leave my apartment in the morning, I'm super warm. By the time I trudge up the huge hill to school, I'm downright toasty. Don't tell me I'm the one with the problem: I'm NOT. If I had known winter in Korea was like this (read: "if I had known that the heating system in Korea is non-existent and complaining about it makes me a FREAK"), I would have thought long and hard about coming. It's THAT serious.