1. The Contest

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1 The Contest Monday Dear first-grade journal Today is the month of Thanksgiving. At Thanksgiving we draw a lot of turkeys. Also we draw pilgrims and Native Americans. They are eating at a table usually.

Both of them seem to enjoy squash. I do not actually understand Pilgrims. Their costumes look hottish and sweatish. This week Room One is making a list of the stuff we are thankful for. After we get done, we will put our list in a school contest. And the room with the bestest thankful list will win. Also we are having a Thanksgiving feast on Wednesday. Our families get to come to school.

Thanksgiving is a lot of work. Your friend, Junie B., First Grader I closed my journal and thought about squash. "Bluck," I said out loud. "I hate squash. May did a frown. "Shush, Junie Jones! Can't you see that I am still writing?" she said. May is the girl who sits next to me. I am not thankful for her. Just then, my teacher Mr. Scary stood up at his desk. "Boys and girls, it's time to get started on our Thankful List for the school contest," he said. "Can everyone please put your journals away? "YES!" we shouted back. "YES! YES! YES!" Then all the children slammed our journals

shut very happy. SLAM! SLAM! BAM! SLAM! BAM! SLAM! SLAM! BAM! Mr. Scary sucked in his cheeks at us. He made us open our journals again. And we had to shut them quietly. It was some sort of slamming lesson, I believe. Finally, he moved on. "Okay. Last night's homework was to write down some of the things that you are thankful for," he said. He picked up a piece of chalk. "Today I will start printing our Thankful List on the board," he said. "We will work on the list today and tomorrow. And then we will enter it in the school Thankful Contest." A boy named Roger raised his hand. "Do we get a prize if we win?" he asked. "I always try harder if there's a prize involved." Mr. Scary did a frown at him.

"We're not doing this for a prize, Roger," he said. "We're doing this to celebrate the things we are thankful for." Roger tapped his fingers on his desk. "So is that a yes or a no on the prize?" he asked. Mr. Scary stood there a minute. Then, all of a sudden, a smile came on his face. We did not expect that. "Okay. Fine, Roger," he said. "I was going to let this be a surprise if we won. But yes. There is a prize for winning the contest." All of Room One perked up our ears. 'Cause who doesn't love prizes, of course! "What is it? What is it?" we called out. "What is the prize? Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!" Mr. Scary walked back and forth very thinking. He said he was really not supposed to tell us the surprise. But then ha! He did a wink!