1. Breathing Germs

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1 Breathing Germs Friday Dear first-grade journal, Today is the end of the week. Mr. Scary is taking attendance. Attendance is the school word for who isn't here today. There are lots of children out sick in Room One. I am going to count them, I think.

I will be back in a minute. Okay. Here is a teensy problem I just ran into. 'Cause how can I count the people who aren't here? On account of they didn't show up, apparently. Taking attendance is harder than it looks. From, Junie B., First Grader I put down my pencil to think about this situation. Only I didn't even have time to concentrate, hardly. 'Cause all of a sudden, there was a noise on the other side of the room. I turned my head to look.

And SPLAT-O! A boy named Roger throwed up on the floor! It was the disgustingest thing I ever saw. Also, the air did not smell delightful. I quick held my nose and closed my eyes. Only too bad for me. 'Cause my dumbbunny eyes have a brain of their own. And they kept on sneaking peeks of the splat o. It was Cheerios, I believe. Finally, I put my head on my desk. And I covered up with my arms. Only just then, more trouble happened. And it's called, a boy named Sheldon couldn't stand the splat-o. And so he jumped up from his chair! And he ran straight out of Room One!

And that was a surprise, I tell you! Mr. Scary ran after him. He brought Sheldon back in a jiffy. Then he quick called the school nurse, Mrs. Weller, on the phone. And he told her that we need her help right now. "Hurry!" he said. "Fast!" And so, Mrs. Weller zoomed to Room One as fast as a speedy rocket. And then she hurried over to Roger. And she talked to him in a calmy voice. And she said everything is going to be okay. Roger hanged his head real embarrassed. I felt sorry for that guy. Also, he was making me ill. Finally, Mrs. Weller helped him get up from his chair. And she held his hand. And she took him to her office.

After that, Room One could not do any work. On account of how can you do work with splat-o on the floor? Only hurray, hurray! 'Cause pretty soon, our janitor named Gus Vallony came rushing through the door. I jumped right up when I saw him. "Gus Vallony! It's me! It's me! It's Junie B. Jones!" I hollered out. "Roger throwed up! Roger throwed up!" Gus Vallony winked at me. Then he went straight to Roger's desk. And he took out his important janitor equipment. And he sprinkled powder all over the splat-o. And wowie wow wow! That stuff sweeped up like a miracle! We could not believe our eyeballs. "Whoa!" said my friend named Lennie.