1. Flinging

1 Flinging Friday Dear first-grade journal, I'VE GOT BIG NEWS! I'VE GOT BIG NEWS! Last night Daddy told me a happy surprise. And it's called my family is going on an exciting vacation. And it is going to be the time of our life. I tell you!

亲爱的一年级日记，我有个大新闻！我有个大新闻！昨晚爸爸告诉我一个惊喜。 它叫我的家人要去一个令人兴奋的假期。 这将是我们一生中最重要的时刻。 我告诉你！

I am trying to save my news for Show and Tell. But I don't think I can wait that long. That is how come I am going to ask my teacher to start that activity RIGHT EXACTLY NOW! Please stand by... I stopped writing and raised my hand. Mr. Scary was not looking at me. When teachers don't look, you have to stand up and shout. Or else how are they supposed to notice you? I stood up and shouted. "MR. S.! MR. S.! HOW LONG UNTIL WE HAVE SHOW-AND-TELL, DO YOU THINK?" Mr. Scary wrinkled his eyebrows at me. I am not supposed to call him Mr. S. I

我想把我的新闻留到展示和讲述中。 但我想我等不了那么久。 这就是为什么我要让我的老师马上开始那个活动！请等待…… 我停下笔，举起了手。 吓人先生没在看我。 当老师不看的时候，你必须站起来大喊。 不然他们怎么可能注意到你？ 我站起来大声喊道。“先生。 美国!美国先生!你觉得我们还要多久才能开始表演呢？”吓人先生冲我皱了皱眉毛。 我不应该叫他S先生。 我

believe. "Please sit down, Junie B.," he said. "It's still journal time. And journal time is quiet time." I nodded. "Yeah, I know. Only I'd actually like to wrap things up and get started with Show-and-Tell now." Mr. Scary sucked in his cheeks. "Sit down," he said again. "We will have Show-and-Tell shortly." I looked at the clock. "How many minutes is shortly?" I asked. "Is it one minute or eight minutes or eleven minutes? On account of if it's one minute, I can wait, probably. But eleven minutes would be out of the question." Mr. Scary walked back to my desk. And he sat me in my chair. I glanced up at him. "All I'm looking for is

相信。“请坐，朱妮·B，”他说。 “这仍然是日记时间。写日记的时间是安静的时间。” 我点了点头。“是的，我知道。只是我现在想把事情结束，开始‘展示和讲述’。” 吓人先生吸了吸他的脸颊。 “坐下。”他又说。 “我们马上要进行‘展示’。” 我看了看钟。“多长时间算短？”我问。 “是1分钟、8分钟还是11分钟？” 因为只有一分钟，我可能可以等。 可是十一分钟是不可能的。” 吓人先生走回我的桌前。 他让我坐在椅子上。 我抬头看了他一眼。“我要找的只是

a rough estimate," I said. Just then, my neighbor named May leaned across the aisle. And she did a giant SHH! in my face. I quick wiped my cheek. "EW!" I hollered. "EW! EW! EW!" 'Cause May got spittle on me, that's why! And spittle is the grown-up word for spitooey! I zoomed to the back of the room. And I climbed on the stool to reach the faucet. But

一个粗略的估计，”我说。 就在这时，我的邻居梅从过道那边探过身来。 她发出了巨大的嘘！在我的脸上。 我赶紧擦了擦脸颊。“哟!”我大声喊道。 “哟!哟!电子战!”因为梅在我身上吐口水，这就是原因！而唾沫是成人说的“唾沫” ！我飞快地跑到房间后面。 我爬上凳子去够水龙头。 但

Mr. Scary beat me to it. He wet a paper towel and wiped my face. "Thank you," I said. "I needed that." Mr. Scary rolled his eyes. "You're being very rambunctious this morning, aren't you, Junie B. Jones?" he said. I scratched my head at that vocabulary. "Okay. You lost me on that one," I said. "Rambunctious," he repeated. "Rambunctious means—" May's voice interrupted. "BAD!" she called out. "'Bunctious means bad, Junie Jones! You're being bad this morning! Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad!" I turned to look at her. Her chair was spun around to face the back of the room. She was watching me like an audience.

吓人先生先我一步。他湿了纸巾，擦了擦我的脸。 “谢谢你，”我说。“我需要这个。” 吓人先生翻了个白眼。 “你今天早上真是太放肆了，是不是，朱妮？ 琼斯？”他说。我对那些词汇感到不解。 “好吧。你把我弄糊涂了，”我说。 “胡闹。”他重复了一遍。 “鲁莽的意思是——”梅的声音打断了他的话。 “坏了！”她喊道。“‘热闹就是不好，琼·琼斯！你今天早上太坏了！坏，坏，坏，坏，坏，坏！”我转过身来看着她。 她的椅子转过来面对房间的后面。 她像观众一样看着我。