1. Prizes

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1 Prizes Friday Dear first-grade journal, Today we are having a speaker in Room One. She is going to tell us all about recycling. Recycling is when you wash your trash, I believe. Mr. Scary said to write in our journals till the speaker gets here. Only I don't even

feel like writing today. Because I have a loose tooth. That's why. And that thing is driving me crazy. Also, every time I write in this journal I have to look up words in the dumb dictionary. Except sometimes Mr. Scary spells the words on the board for us. And then I have to cross out my mistakes. Plus also, I erase holes in my paper. Spelling is not a breeze. I tell you. That is all I feel like writing

today. I am done with this thing, And I mean it. From, Junie B., First Grader I put down my pencil, And I opened my mouth. Then I reached in my finger and I wiggled my tooth. That thing has been loose for a very long time. Only no matter how hard I wiggle it, it still won't come out. I pulled on it a teensy bit. "Ow, that hurt! You dumb bunny tooth!" I said. May turned her head and looked at me. May sits next to me in Room One. She is not a pleasure. "You shouldn't say dumb bunny, Junie Jones," she said. "Dumb bunny is not a nice word.

I raised my eyebrows at her. "Oh, really?" I said. "Well, thank you for telling me that, dumb bunny May." Just then, May's face got puffy and red. "DON'T SAY THAT WORD, I TOLD YOU!" she hollered. My teacher stood up at his desk. "Problem back there, girls?" he said. "Yes, Mr. Scary!" said May. "There's always a problem back here. And her name is Junie Jones!" I stamped my foot. "B., May!" I said. "B., B., B., B., B.! You're always forgetting my B.!" Mr. Scary closed his eyes. "Please, girls. Can't we just have one morning without any spats?" I looked surprised at that man.

"But I didn't even spat, Mr. Scary," I said. "My mother doesn't let me spat. Not even on the sidewalk." After that, I went up to his desk. And I smiled very cute. "I have a loose tooth," I said. "Would you like to see it, Mr. Scary? Huh? Would you?" I opened my mouth and wiggled it for him. "See it? See how loose it is? It is a loosey goosey, isn't it?" I said. He smiled. "Wow. It really is loose, Junie B.," he said. "And it's a top tooth, too. Losing a top tooth is the best." I looked puzzled. "It is? How come it's the best, Mr. Scary?" I asked. "Is a top tooth funner than a bottom tooth, do you mean? Because last year I lost a bottom tooth. And I didn't actually get a kick out of it."