It was a beautiful Sunday morning, a little chilly but the sun was shining. My family and I had just gotten out of church and were on the way to Sunday School. We went our seperate ways to class as my sister and I went upstairs to ours, it was absolutly freezing in there! The room was so cold that I couldnt pay attention to anything the teacher was saying, and was instead staring at my frost bitten toes. I told our teacher multipule times about how cold it was, of course she just gave me the be quiet were in the middle of something look. After loosing feeling in my poor frozen toes, I took the initiate to grab an oil heater tucked away at the side of the room. Clay Keugel, being a gentlemen as always, plugged it up for me and turned it on. About 2 seconds into the lovely outpour of heat the thing started going crazy! It was popping loudly and started to let off a burning smell. I waved it off as it was just heating up; it was so cold in there, no way was I going to turn it off! So after a little more intensitfying pops; the smell had doubled. It smelt like burning oil with a combination of burning crap, so I agreed to turn it off, the heater had done its job, and I really didnt feel like burning down the building! So even though the thing almost caught on fire, it made Sunday School way more interesting.(:
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