5. Bug Bag

5 Bug Bag Tuesday Dear first-grade journal, Mr. Scary just called me in from recess. All the other children are still playing out there. He said for me to write in my journal for a minute and he will be with me soon. I keep peeking at him from

亲爱的一年级日记，吓人先生刚把我从课间叫进来。 其他孩子还在外面玩呢。 他让我在日记里写一分钟，他很快就会来。 我一直从

behind these pages. He is printing sentences on the board. It is extra work for me. I think. I do not actually approve of this. From, Junie B., First Grader Mr. Scary put down his chalk. "You can stop peeking at me now, Junie B.," he said. I looked at him real surprised. 'Cause that guy has eyes in the back of his hair, apparently. He turned around and smiled. "Do you see these three sentences that I just wrote up here?" he asked.

在书页后面。他正在黑板上印句子。 这对我来说是额外的工作。我认为。 其实我并不赞成这种做法。 来自一年级学生朱妮·B，吓人先生放下粉笔。 “你现在可以别偷看我了，朱妮·B，”他说。 我很惊讶地看着他。 因为那家伙的头发后面显然长着眼睛。 他转过身来，笑了。 “你看到我刚才写在这里的这三个句子了吗？”他问道。

"Yes," I said. "I see them." "Excellent," said Mr. Scary. "Could you stand up and try reading them from back there, please?" Just then, my heart got pumpy and pounding inside. 'Cause I'm not good at reading from the board, that's why. I kept on sitting there. "Please," said Mr. Scary. "Just give it a try, okay?" Finally, I stood up. And I squinted at the sentences.

“是的，”我说。“我看见了。” “太好了，”吓人先生说。 “你能站起来，从后面试着读一下吗？”就在那时，我的心怦怦直跳。 因为我不擅长看黑板，这就是原因。 我继续坐在那里。“求你了，”吓人先生说。 “试一试，好吗？”最后，我站了起来。 我眯着眼睛看那些句子。

I read real slow. "Bob… is… a… bug… bag," I read. I did a teensy frown at that news. "Really?" I asked. "Bob is a bug bag?" Mr. Scary pointed to sentence number two. "Try this one," he said. I squinted some more. "I… like… my… hog… spt," I read again. I looked at my teacher very curious. "These sentences are oddballs, aren't they?" I said. Mr. Scary pointed at the last one. "Just one more to go," he said. This time, I stretched my neck. And I strained my eyes. "Jack… is… going… to… to…" I scrunched my eyes even smaller.

我读得很慢。“鲍勃……是个……臭虫……袋子，”我读道。 听到那消息，我微微皱了皱眉。 “真的吗?”我问。“鲍勃是个臭虫袋？”吓人先生指着第二句话。 “试试这个，”他说。我又眯了眯眼睛。 “我……喜欢……我的……猪……斑点。”我又念了一遍。 我很好奇地看着我的老师。 “这些句子很奇怪，不是吗？”我说。 吓人先生指着最后一个。 “还差一个，”他说。 这一次，我伸长了脖子。 我睁大了眼睛。“杰克……将要……去……”我把眼睛揉得更小了。

"…to jail," I read. I did a gasp. "Really? No fooling? Jack who?" Mr. Scary came back to my seat. He took my hand and walked me closer to the board. "Could you try reading them again from here, Junie B.?" he said. I made my voice real whiny. "But I don't want to read them again, Mr. Scary," I told him. "I already know what they say." "Just one more time," he said. And so finally, I did a big breath. And I read the sentences all in a row. "Bob is a big boy." "I like my dog, Spot." "Jack is going to Jill's."

“……进监狱，”我念道。我倒吸了一口气。 “真的吗?没有欺骗吗?杰克是谁?”吓人先生回到我的座位上。 他拉着我的手，带我走近黑板。 “你能从这里再读一遍吗，朱尼·b ?”他说。 我让自己的声音发出真正的抱怨。 “可我不想再读了，吓人先生，”我告诉他。 “我已经知道他们说什么了。” “再来一次，”他说。 最后，我深深地吸了一口气。 然后我把这些句子连读一遍。 “鲍勃是个大男孩。”“我喜欢我的狗，点点。” “杰克要去吉尔家。”

I covered my mouth very surprised. "Hey! What do you know? He's going to Jill's, Mr. Scary!" I said. "Whew! That's a relief, right?" Mr. Scary laughed. "Right," he said. After that, I headed for the door. "Okey-doke. Well, I guess I'll be getting back to recess now," I said. "See ya." I waited for him to answer. He did not say see ya. I turned around. "See ya?" I said a little bit softer. But Mr. Scary just shook his head no. 'Cause too bad for me. He had other plans. Mr. Scary took my hand. We walked out of Room One and down the hall.

我非常惊讶地捂住了嘴。 “嘿!你知道什么？他要去吉尔家了，吓人先生！”我说。 “嘘!这是一种解脱，对吧？”吓人先生笑了。 “对，”他说。然后，我朝门口走去。 “没问题的。“好吧，我想我现在要回去休息了，”我说。 “再见。”我等着他回答。 他没说再见。我转过身来。 “再见?”我说的是温柔一点。 但吓人先生只是摇了摇头。 因为对我来说太糟糕了。他另有打算。 吓人先生拉着我的手。我们走出一号房间，穿过大厅。