And she took me into the hall. And she pointed me straight to the office. The office is where Principal lives. I know my way there by heart. There is a typing lady there, too. She looked over the counter at me.
I looked down at myself. The typing lady pointed at the blue chair. The blue chair is where bad kids sit. Only I'm not even bad. But I still have to sit there sometimes. I put my feet on the edge of the chair. And I hid my face in my knees. If you don't hide your face, people can recognize yourself. Finally, I peeked one eye at Principal's door. That guy was looking right back at me! Jones I see out there? I did a gasp.
I went into his office. And I sat in the big wood chair. Principal winked at me. My speaking, that's what. And I don't say thinked. And I don't say throwed. Do you want to hear me say them right? Do you, Principal? Thought, thought, thought, thought. I smiled very proud. I told you. Principal smiled. Well, I'm delighted with your improvements, Junie B. I wiggled some more. Then, nally, I told Principal about how my teacher made us write a graduation poem.
And how she said the last word had to rhyme with blue. Because she did not appreciate his behavior, young man. Only too bad for me. Because my brain thought of an even sillier poem. And my mouth couldn't hold it inside.
He did some deep breaths. Then I made my voice real soft. After that, Principal kept his eyes closed a real long time. And he did not say any words. Then, very slow, he put his head down on his desk.
And he started to laugh. His laughing got louder and louder. And so guess what? Then I started laughing, too! Right, Principal? We are having ourselves a good chuckle over this, aren't we? He raised his head again. Your poem caught me completely by surprise. But I never should have laughed like that. But silly things are not always appropriate to say in the classroom, are they? Your teacher made it clear that she didn't like what Paulie Allen had said, Junie B.
But you called out your poem anyway. You know you could have held it inside. Can you do that, please? And I thought and thought. Finally, I opened my eyes again. Then he stood up. And he held my hand. And he walked me into the hall. And I started skipping back to Room Nine. Then, all of a sudden, I stopped.
And I spun around. Or else maybe you and I will see each other on the playground. I skipped in the door of Room Nine. Then my whole face got happy. It was Gus Vallony, that's who! And Gus Vallony is my favorite janitor! I zoomed right over to that guy. Gus Vallony! It is a joy to see you! Just then, my bestest friend Lucille came running up to me.
She pointed to a big stack of boxes. The cats and gowns are right there in those boxes! Everyone is getting one for graduation!
I jumped up and down at that wonderful news! That's what I would like to know! Then Gus Vallony patted her shoulder. And he said the word good luck. Not cat and gown. I know I did!
Then she passed out the boxes to all the children. I looked inside my box real curious. Then I kept looking and looking. Because something was not right in there. Then she came to my table. And she unfolded my cap. And she put it right on my head. What do you know! It fits! After that, all of us put on our caps and gowns.
And we skipped all around the room. Only not Lucille. Pretty soon, the bell was going to ring. And so Mrs. And don't play with them at home, either. These caps and gowns are white, okay? And white material gets soiled very easily. And you can still see beer splots on that thing!
Then she sat back down at her desk very quiet. And she waited for the bell to ring. Me and my bestest friend named Grace rode the bus home together. We held our boxes very tight on our laps. And we didn't open them. We rode and rode. I did a sigh. I tapped on her.
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Jones books have been sold worldwide. This might have something to do with the fact that Barbara made Junie B. Teachers were rarely entertained, but occasionally a child was, which was enough for me. Everything was so urgent. I needed to say it immediately. But Like Junie B. And we especially appreciate the learning opportunities that Junie B.
For example, students can stay more grounded in the text by keeping an eye out for grammatical errors! I am not an author who believes in a big, heavy moral. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus brought instant smiles.
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