3. A Good Chuckle

3/ A Good Chuckle The office is where Principal lives. I know my way there by heart. There is a typing lady there, too. She looked over the counter at me. "Well, well, well. Would you look who it is," she said. I looked down at myself. "Well, well, well. It looks like me," I said kind of quiet. The typing lady pointed at the blue chair. The blue chair is where bad kids sit. Only I'm not even bad. But I still have to sit there sometimes. I put my feet on the edge of the chair. And

办公室是校长住的地方。 我对去那儿的路了如指掌。 那里也有一位打字小姐。 她从柜台那边看着我。 “好吧，好吧，好吧。你看看是谁来了，”她说。 我低头看着自己。“好吧，好吧，好吧。 它看起来像我。”我有点安静地说。 打字小姐指着那把蓝色椅子。 蓝色的椅子是坏孩子坐的地方。 只不过我一点都不差。但有时我还是得坐在那里。 我把脚搁在椅子边上。 和

I hid my face in my knees. If you don't hide your face, people can recognize yourself. Finally, I peeked one eye at Principal's door. And guess what? That guy was looking right back at me! "Is that Junie B. Jones I see out there?" he asked. I did a gasp. 'Cause Principal can even recognize me from one eyeball, apparently! I went into his office. And I sat in the big wood chair. Principal winked at me. "I'm a little bit surprised to see you, Junie B.," he said. "You haven't been sent here for quite some time." I nodded.

我把脸埋在膝盖里。 如果你不遮住脸，别人就能认出你。 最后，我朝校长的门偷看了一眼。 你猜怎么着？那家伙正盯着我看！“那是朱妮？ 我在那边看到琼斯了吗？”他问道。 我倒吸了一口气。因为校长甚至可以从一个眼球认出我来！我走进他的办公室。 我坐在大木椅上。 校长对我眨了眨眼睛。“见到你我有点吃惊，朱妮·B，”他说。 “你已经有一段时间没有被送到这里了。” 我点了点头。

"I know it," I said. "That's because my behavior has shown considerable improvement." I pronounced the words very perfect. "My teacher printed those words on my report card," I said. "And guess what else showed improvement? My speaking, that's what. 'Cause I don't say runned anymore. And I don't say thinked. And I don't say throwed. Do you want to hear me say them right? Huh? Do you, Principal?" I took a big breath. "Ran, ran, ran, ran. Thought, thought, thought, thought. Threw, threw, threw, threw," I said. I smiled very proud. "See? I told you. Mother says I am getting a better vocavulary," I said. "Vocabulary," said Principal.

“我知道，”我说。“那是因为我的行为有了很大的改善。” 我把这些词念得非常完美。 “我的老师把这些话印在了我的成绩单上，”我说。 猜猜还有什么表现出了进步？ 我说，这就是。因为我不再说逃跑了。 我不是说我想过。我不是说被扔了。 你想听我说对吗？ 嗯?是吗，校长？”我深深地吸了一口气。 “跑，跑，跑，跑。想，想，想，再想。 扔，扔，扔，扔。”我说。 我很自豪地笑了。“看到了吗? 我告诉过你。“妈妈说我的词汇量越来越好了，”我说。 “词汇。”校长说。

"Whatever," I said. Principal smiled. "Yes. Well, I'm delighted with your improvements, Junie B.," he said. "But if everything has gotten better, then why are you here?" I wiggled in my chair very uncomfortable. "Because it wasn't my fault, that's why," I said. "What wasn't your fault?" said Principal. I wiggled some more. Then, finally, I told Principal about how my teacher made us write a graduation poem. And how she said the last word had to rhyme with blue. "And so Paulie Allen Puffer rhymed the word P.U.," I said. "But then Mrs. got very mad at him. Because she did not appreciate his behavior, young man. Only too bad for me. Because my brain thought of an even

“无所谓，”我说。校长笑了。 “是的。“嗯，我很高兴看到你的进步，朱妮·B，”他说。 “但如果一切都好起来了，那你为什么还在这里？”我在椅子上扭来扭去，很不舒服。 “因为那不是我的错，这就是原因，”我说。 “什么不是你的错？”校长说。 我又扭动了一下。最后，我告诉校长我的老师是如何让我们写毕业诗的。 她说的最后一个词必须和蓝色押韵。 “于是保利·艾伦·普弗就把P.U这个词押韵了，”我说。 但后来太太对他非常生气。 因为她不欣赏他的行为，年轻人。 对我来说太糟糕了。因为我脑子里想到了一个偶数

sillier poem. And my mouth couldn't hold it inside." Principal closed his eyes. He did some deep breaths. "All right," he said. "Let's hear it." I gulped very worried. Then I made my voice real soft. "Roses are red, Violets are blue. Graduation is here … And your feet smell like stink," I said. After that, Principal kept his eyes closed a real long time. And he did not say any words. Then, very slow, he put his head down on his desk. And he started to laugh. His laughing got louder and louder. And so guess what? Then I started laughing, too!

愚蠢的诗。我的嘴都塞不进去了。” 校长闭上了眼睛。 他做了几次深呼吸。“好吧，”他说。 “让我们听听。”我很担心地咽了口气。 然后我让我的声音变得非常柔和。 “玫瑰是红色的，紫罗兰是蓝色的。 “毕业了……你的脚一股臭味，”我说。 从那以后，校长闭上眼睛好长一段时间。 他一句话也没说。 然后，他慢慢地把头放在桌子上。 他笑了起来。他的笑声越来越大。 你猜怎么着？然后我也笑了起来！

"That poem was a beaut! Right, Principal? We are having ourselves a good chuckle over this, aren't we?" Principal stopped laughing very fast. He raised his head again. "No, Junie B. No. We are not having a good chuckle," he said. "I'm sorry. Your poem caught me completely by surprise. But I never should have laughed like that." He crossed his arms at me. "You are right about one thing, though," he said. "Your poem is definitely silly. But silly things are not always appropriate to say in the classroom, are they? Your teacher made it clear that she didn't like what Paulie Allen had said, Junie B. But you called out your poem anyway."

“那首诗真美！”校长? 我们正在为此开怀大笑，不是吗？”校长很快停止了笑。 他又抬起头来。“不，琼？ 不。我们没有好好笑一笑。” “我很抱歉。你的诗完全出乎我的意料。 但我不应该那样笑。” 他对我交叉双臂。 “不过，有一件事你说对了，”他说。 “你的诗实在太蠢了。 但是愚蠢的事情并不总是适合在教室里说，不是吗？ 你的老师说得很清楚，她不喜欢保利·艾伦说的话。 但你还是喊出了你的诗。”