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Authors: Barbara Park
Junie B., First Grader (at Last!)
Laugh out loud with Junie B. Jones
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#1
Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus
#2
Junie B. Jones and a Little Monkey Business
#3
Junie B. Jones and Her Big Fat Mouth
#4
Junie B. Jones and Some Sneaky Peeky Spying
#5
Junie B. Jones and the Yucky Blucky Fruitcake
#6
Junie B. Jones and That Meanie Jim's Birthday
#7
Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren
#8
Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed
#9
Junie B. Jones Is Not a Crook
#10
Junie B. Jones Is a Party Animal
#11
Junie B. Jones Is a Beauty Shop Guy
#12
Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy
#13
Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl
#14
Junie B. Jones and the Mushy Gushy Valentime
#15
Junie B. Jones Has a Peep in Her Pocket
#16
Junie B. Jones Is Captain Field Day
#17
Junie B. Jones Is a Graduation Girl
#18
Junie B., First Grader (at last!)
#19
Junie B., First Grader: Boss of Lunch
#20
Junie B., First Grader: Toothless Wonder
#21
Junie B., First Grader: Cheater Pants
#22
Junie B., First Grader: One-Man Band
#23
Junie B., First Grader: Shipwrecked
#24
Junie B., First Grader: BOO
…
and I MEAN It
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#25
Junie B., First Grader: Jingle Bells, Batman Smells! (P.S. So Does May.)
#26
Junie B., First Grader: Aloha-ha-ha
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#27
Junie B., First Grader: Dumb Bunny
Top-Secret Personal Beeswax: A Journal by Junie B. (and me!)
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To my “almost” sisters,
Kathy Kiefer and Marlene Day.
You're simply the best
.
I put down my pencil. And I looked at what I wrote.
I did a sigh.
“I would like to go home now,” I said to just myself.
“Shh!” said a girl named May. “I'm still trying to do my work.”
May sits next to me in the back of the room.
I do not actually care for that girl.
Just then, my teacher stood up at his desk. His mustache smiled real friendly.
“Okay, boys and girls. You can stop writing now,” he said. “As I told you earlier, we will be working in our journals quite often this year. In fact, it won't be long until your journal starts feeling like an old friend.”
I rolled my eyes at the ceiling.
“What kind of an old friend looks like a dumb notebook?” I said.
“Shh!” said May again. “You shouldn't talk while the teacher is talking, Junie Jones!”
I looked at her real annoyed.
“
B.
,” I said. “My name is Junie
B.
I
think I have mentioned that to you before, May.”
I leaned closer to her face.
“B., B., B., B., B.,” I said.
After that, I slumped in my seat. And I put my head on my desk.
I peeked at the other children who sit near me.
Their names are Herb. And Lennie. And José.
I do not know them from a hole in the ground.
I did another sigh.
First grade is not what it's cracked up to be.
My room is named Room One.
I was nervous when I came here yesterday.
That's how come Daddy had to carry me all the way to the room. ’Cause my legs felt like squishy Jell-O.
He put me down outside the door.
“Well, here we are, Junie B.,” he said.
“
First
grade. At
last
.”
My stomach had flutterflies in it.
Also, my arms had prickly goose bumps. And my forehead had drops of sweaty.
“I am a wreck,” I said.
Daddy smiled very nice.
“There's nothing to worry about, Junie B. I promise,” he said. “You're going to
love
first grade. Just think. There's a whole roomful of brand-new friends just waiting to meet you.”
He ruffled my hair. “Are you ready to go in now?” he asked. “Hmm? Are you ready to begin your first-grade adventure?”
I looked at him a real long time.
Then I quick spun around. And I zoomed down the hall as fast as I could!
Daddy zoomed after me!
He caught up with me speedy quick. And he carried me back to my class.
Only this time, he carried me straight into the room!
As soon as he put me down again, I hid behind his legs.
’Cause that place was a zoo, I tell you!
There were people
everywhere
! There were girls and boys. And mothers and daddies. And grandmas and grampas. Plus also, there were drooly babies in strollers.