1. First-Grade Surprises

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1 First-Grade Surprises Thursday dear first-grade journal, Yesterday was the first day of school. It is new here. Today my teacher handed out these journals. He is making us write in these dumb things. Only I don't even know what to write. My teacher has muscles and

a moustache. His name is Mr. Scary. He made that name up, I believe. I am not even scared of him, hardly. From, Junie B., First Greater I put down my pencil. And I looked at what I wrote. I did a sigh. "I would like to go home now," I said to just myself. "shh!" said a girl named May. "I'm still trying to do my work."

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May sits next to me in the back of the room. I do not actually care for that girl. Just then, my teacher stood up at his desk. His mustache smiled real friendly. "Okay, boys and girls. You can stop writing now," he said. "As I told you earlier, we will be working in our journals quite often this year. In fact, it won't be long until your journal starts feeling like an old friend." I rolled my eyes at the ceiling. "What kind of an old friend looks like a dumb notebook?" I said. "Shh!" said May again. "You shouldn't talk while the teacher is talking, Junie Jones!" I looked at her real annoyed. "B.," I said. "My name is Junie B. I think I have mentioned that to you before, May." I leaned closer to her face.

"B., B., B., B., B.," I said. After that, I slumped in my seat. And I put my head on my desk. I peeked at the other children who sit near me. Their names are Herb. And Lennie. And José. I do not know them from a hole in the ground. I did another sigh. First grade is not what it's cracked up to be. My room is named Room One. I was nervous when I came here yesterday. That's how come Daddy had to carry me all the way to the room. 'Cause my legs felt like squishy Jell-O. He put me down outside the door.