8. Halftime

8 Halftime Thursday Dear first-grade journal, Yesterday when I got home from school Daddy was waiting for me. And ha! He had bought me a juggle book at the bookstore! It was for children six and up. And six and up is my EXACT age.

亲爱的一年级日记：昨天，当我从学校回到家时，爸爸正在等我。 和哈!他在书店给我买了一本杂耍书！这是为六岁以上的孩子准备的。 六岁以上是我的确切年龄。

Daddy and I read each page very careful. Then I did the whole entire book. Step by step. And what do you know? After I got done, I STILL COULDN'T JUGGLE! I am getting fed up with this stupid talent. Daddy said maybe I will learn it tomorrow. That man is just kidding himself. I am doomed. From, Junie B., First Grader I closed my journal. And I watched the clock for the rest of the afternoon. 'Cause I just wanted to get home and practice some more.

爸爸和我非常仔细地阅读每一页。 然后我写了整本书。 一步一步来。你知道什么？ 做完之后，我还是不会玩杂耍！我受够了这个愚蠢的天才。 爸爸说也许我明天会学。 那个人在开玩笑。 我完蛋了。我合上了我的日记。 整个下午我都在看钟。 因为我只想回家多练习一下。

Daddy came home from work to help me again. He tried to help me juggle for hours and hours and hours. Only the most I could ever juggle was two dumb lemons. And two dumb lemons is not even juggling. Two dumb lemons is just throwing lemons in the air and catching them. I am not going to school tomorrow. And I mean it. Friday Dear first-grade journal, I am at school.

爸爸下班回来又来帮我。 他一小时又一小时地试着帮我玩杂耍。 我最多只能耍两个蠢柠檬。 两个蠢柠檬连杂耍都算不上。 两个笨柠檬只是把柠檬扔到空中然后接住。 我明天不去上学。 我是认真的。星期五，亲爱的一年级日记，我在学校。

I do not know what went wrong. On account of this morning I told Mother I broke my leg. And then I limped and limped all over the house. And the next thing you know, I was on the bus. I am wearing the halftime costume Mother made for me. My hat is made out of an oatmeal box. I look like a nitwit. From, Junie B., First Grader I glanced my eyes all around the room. The children in Room One looked very cute. The kickball players were wearing

我不知道哪里出了问题。 因为今天早上的事，我告诉妈妈我摔断了腿。 然后我一瘸一拐地在房子里走来走去。 然后你知道，我就在公交车上了。 我穿着妈妈为我做的中场休息服装。 我的帽子是用燕麦片盒子做的。 我看起来像个傻瓜。我的眼睛扫视了一下房间。 一号房间的孩子们看起来很可爱。 踢足球的运动员穿着

matching red-and-white shirts. All of their shirts said "WE ARE (ROOM) NUMBER ONE!" The cheerleaders matched each other, too. They had on red skirts and white sweaters. I looked at Sheldon. His daddy's band jacket was way too giant. And his band hat came over his ears. He looked like a nitwit, too. I put my head down on my desk very glum. My oatmeal-box hat fell on the floor. May started to laugh. "I hope that doesn't happen when you juggle today, Junie Jones," she said very meanish. She raised her eyebrows. "You are going to juggle, aren't you?"

相配的红白衬衫。 他们所有的衬衫上都写着“我们是一号房间！”拉拉队的队员们也互相比赛。 他们穿着红裙子和白毛衣。 我看着谢尔顿。他爸爸的乐队夹克太大了。 他的乐队帽盖住了他的耳朵。 他看起来也像个傻瓜。 我愁眉苦脸地趴在书桌上。 我的燕麦盒帽子掉在地上。 梅笑了起来。“我希望你今天玩杂耍时不要发生这种事，琼·琼斯。”她刻薄地说。 她扬起眉毛。“你要玩杂耍，是吗？”

I didn't answer that girl. Instead, I turned my head to the wall. And I closed my eyes. And I wished to turn invisible. I wished and wished with all my might. Then, finally, I opened my eyes again. And I turned back to May. And I stuck out my tongue at her. She stuck out hers right back at me. I did a sigh. Bad news. I wasn't invisible. At ten o'clock we went to the softball field. There were a million jillion parents there, I bet. Mother and Daddy were sitting on the first row of the bleachers. Grampa and Grandma Miller were sitting right next to them. They

我没有回答那个女孩。 相反，我把头转向墙上。 我闭上了眼睛。我希望变成隐形人。 我竭尽全力地盼望着。 最后，我又睁开了眼睛。 我转身面对梅。我向她伸出舌头。 她也向我伸出了她的手。 我叹了口气。坏消息。我不是隐形的。 十点钟我们去了垒球场。 我敢打赌，那里有成千上万的父母。 妈妈和爸爸坐在露天看台的第一排。 米勒爷爷和奶奶就坐在他们旁边。 他们