1. A+ May

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1 A+ May Monday Dear first-grade journal, Yesterday was the weekend. The weekend is the nickname of Saturday and Sunday. Only I don't know why. Those two days zoomed by speedy quick. That's how come I didn't have time to do my homework. 'Cause what do I look

like? A clock or something? Last night I begged to stay up to do it. But Daddy said no. And he turned out my light That was not helpful. Now I am at school. And Mr. Scary said to please take out our homework. I feel sickish inside. I hope that Daddy is proud of himself. From Junie B., First Grader Next to me, May got her homework out of her backpack. And she put it on her desk. She smoothed out her paper and smiled. 'I'm sure I'll get another A+ on this one. I get an A+ on all my homework papers, Junie Jones," she said. "One time, my homework

was so perfect, Mr. Scary sent a happy note home to my mom and dad." I did a shrug. "Blah, blah, blah," I said back. May did a mad face at me. Then she quick tapped Lennie on the back of his head. "Lennie, did you hear what I just said to Junie Jones?" she asked. "I told her that I always, always get A+'s on my homework." Lennie turned around. "Please don't touch my hair, May," he said. "I used my brand-new gel to spike it today. And I don't want you messing it up." I waved at Lennie across the aisle. "I would never touch your hair, Leonard," I said. "Your hair looks like an interesting glob of artwork, almost. And artwork should just be gawked at."

Lennie nodded. "Thank you, Junie B. Jones." "You're welcome, Lennie Whose-Last Name-Starts-with-an-S, I think," I said. After that, I smiled at May very smuggy. Lennie likes me way better than he likes her. May squinted her eyes at me. "How come you didn't take your homework out yet, Junie Jones?" she asked. "You're not following directions very well this morning, are you?" I did a big breath. Then I quick reached into my backpack. And I pulled out a rumpled paper. And I pretended it was my homework. "There," I said. "There's my homework. Now please mind your own beeswax, you snoopy pooper, May."

May's face got reddish and flushy. She started to raise her hand to tattletale. Only just then, the teacher called her name. "May? It's your day to take the attendance sheet to the office," he said. "Would you like to come up here and get it, please?" "Yes!" she said. "I would love to, Mr. Scary!" The attendance sheet is when teachers send the names of the absent children to the office. I do not actually approve of that practice. May hurried to the front of the room. "I'm never absent, Mr. Scary," she said. "I'm always, always here. Have you ever noticed that? Huh? Have you ever noticed how I'm always, always here?" Mr. Scary closed his eyes for a second. "Oh, yes, May," he said. "Believe me. I've