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A Most Unusual Day
27th March

The title still considered to my same friend wrote another essay but not so long this time. "A Most Unusual Day" happened in a cold country but there's no information about the place where happened when I read the essay. But I think it is a good essay, it describe the coldness in the country and the boringness during the winter. Enjoy yourself.

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When I woke up groggily, my whole body was freezing cold. The tips of my fingers were light heliotrope, while my fingernails were white and almost cracking. My head was a little woozy, while my legs felt like sculptures of ice. I got up, only to flinch instinctively. The marble floor was like icebergs! Bracing myself, I tiptoed to the toilet. When I glanced briefly towards the mirror, I was shocked. My eyes were red, while my nose was dark purple. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a couple of times. This was not a dream. This was real!

I staggered back into my room, dazed and disoriented. I calmed down a little and turned to check on the temperature (I had a thermometer on my bedside table). “Oh, dear!” I whispered aloud. The thermometer read 7 degrees Celsius! This was certainly an unusual temperature for the hot, balmy Malaysia. I got up straight away and all my sleepiness disappeared. I went to the dining room for my breakfast, and headed for school. My parents had already left for work an hour earlier.

When I reached school, my suspicion was confirmed. The school was terribly abnormal. Many students were wearing jackets while others huddled close together. Their teeth were chattering due to the cold. Some kind students shared their jackets by wrapping them around those who had none. It was pure lucky that I bought along a warm and cozy woolly jacket. As the school bell rang loudly, each of us trotted into the classroom. We sat together in groups. We did not seem to be in the mood to study. Many

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