The Autobiography Of Junie B. Jones

Junie B. Jones: Aloha-ha-ha by Barbara Park, was published May 5,2007 by the publisher Random House Children's Book . This book has 128 pages and its genre is Fiction. Junie B Jones is going on vacation for the first time. Due to the fact that she is going to Hawaii she is even more excited knowing that it is a great place to visit.

When I was younger, the amount of obligations upon me fewer and less likely to affect life in the long term, it was far easier to pursue my passion for fiction. School consumed less time, and the classes were introductions to various principles rather than in depth study. The books contained within the library of my elementary school weren’t great works of literature either. They were simple stories, with simple characters and events, but I loved them anyways. These simple things made sense, a comfort blanket that I simply had to reach into a basket on a shelf to find. When library time rolled around every week, I always managed to find three or four new ones to take home, and then read them all within a day or two. I had never been a particularly athletic child; I had the time and the will to devour as many stories as I possibly could.

When I was a younger I don’t remember if I was read to or not, but I read a lot of books. I enjoy reading books because they allow me to reach new heights in my imagination. At my age many kids say that reading is boring and is for losers. I think it’s cool to read and will continue to read throughout my life. I have read many different types of books from fiction to biographies. The longest book I ever read was a book called Dragon Rider by Cornella Funke. It was five hundred and thirty five pages! When it comes to reading I am a superstar! When I’m reading I am able to get a moral lesson from what I read, so it ends up helping me in the long run of my life

I had a very fortuitous encounter. One day I was at the bookstore in the young adult section and a cover picture of a girl in a black dress crying caught my eye. The book was called Fallen by Lauren Kate, a romantic gothic themed story about fallen angels. It was the first novel I was not forced to read that I liked and finished. Ever since then I have been a zealous book reader and collector. I used to read about 100 pages an hour and about 3 or 5 books a week, give or take. On those days, I seldom came out of my room because I was so wrapped up in what I was reading. Books became a way for to connect to the outside world, especially because I was an isolated person, and to explore other places and worlds I'd never been to. It was a truly an amazing moment in my life. Eventually, I began to write stories of my

Growing up education was always very important to my father. At a very young age he instilled the importance of being literate into me and my siblings. To my father education was power and knowledge was king. I was able to read and write by age two and a half. I thrived in school and a love for reading and writing grew. My love for learning began to match my fathers as I grew.

Every night my mom would read me a chapter or two of a “Junie B Jones” book. I couldn't wait until I was old enough to read by myself. I enjoyed reading when I first learned how. The first series I really liked was “Diary of a Wimpy Kid”. I’ve read every single book in the series. Whenever a new book from the series would come out, i’d get it first thing the next day. I never really read that often after I finished the “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” series. Those books really entertained me and anything else I read from the point didn't sway me. In fourth grade, I had a really awesome teacher that was really hard on me, but I really believe she helped me the most. I don't remember everything we did, I really don’t remember most of the stuff we did. I just remember getting to 5th grade and writing was so easy for me. So was math, science, etc.

As a child I was shy, and still am, but I always tried to make friends. But that did not always go well because of the culture boundary’s that were between me and most of the other students. Many students of the same race would stick together, leaving me usually alone because of the very few Caucasian students in the schools. Spending most of my time working alone unless the teacher assigned groups. That did not change much when entering middle school. Middle school just became a bigger version of the years pasted. Spending my time feeling like I was the outsider because most people already knew each other. The first year of high school was no different from the past years, I began to gain a few friends who had classes with me. I tried to venture out and stared becoming friends with more people with the help or sports and my advanced classes. When you are a student in Advanced Placement classes you began to have classes with a smaller group of people. This was when I finally did not feel any different from the other students in my

It may be cliché, but books have always held a spot close to my heart. When I was three I had a book called Bitsy Witch that went wherever I did. When I was seven, my mom read a chapter of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone every night. In middle school, I worked my way through the entire children’s section at my local library. In high school, I took every English class offered, and when I entered college I to compromise with my family that I would also pursue a pre-professional program. My time outside of class was spent on my pre-professional degree until, my senior year in college. I took two classes that focused on children’s and young adult texts. Before those classes, I hadn’t realized that specializing in Children’s literature was

The first being that I am extremely clumsy, and the second being that I had no idea who I was and in an attempt to create an identity I distanced myself from my friends. As a preteen I was two things. Polite and humble. Wrapped into one word, noble. These three words I would hear incessantly, until it drove me absolutely crazy to the point where I thought I needed to be known for something else instead. I became sarcastic, superficially charming, witty, and even uncaring. I blended all these things together and came out with the me of a few years ago. With my jokey, happy go-lucky nature I could make more friends who were attracted to outlandish personalities. With my sarcastic and uncaring personality I learned to pretend to manipulate people in an attempt to keep myself from caring too much about them while getting all the attention I wanted in return. However, I soon realized it wasn’t working. I noticed people didn’t like me for who I was. They liked me for who they thought I was. There lay the problem; I didn’t even know who I was at this point. I opened up to some close friends, and brick by brick they learned to break me down until the noble core returned. They shared encouraging words, thoughts, and helped me overall realize who I really was, am, and will be. All of these events still come back to me and make me realize one thing. No matter how smart I think I am, there are some things I can’t do on my own. My family, friends, and teachers have helped me figure this out. Even then, they all had their own little lessons to teach but overall the main point remained. You can’t go through life

I’ve always been an avid reader. When I was in elementary school, my mother would take my brother and I to the library every week to pick out books. I would take the books to school and read them all in one day. I loved reading so much that my teachers would call home and tell my parents that I was reading my library books during class instead of my textbooks. Reading has always been a major part of my life. I used to aspire to become an author. I even wanted to become an editor at one point. I used to make daily household newspapers and magazines for my entire family to read and enjoy. My strong love for reading certainly came in handy during my freshman year of high school.

In the start I was super attracted to books and loved the feeling of reading because it felt like I was going into a more interesting life instead of a boring realistic life, If I really enjoyed a book I could read it for hours. I got in trouble in class because I read instead of working. But then one day I would never read the same way again.

When I first entered school and had to start making friends, I tried very hard but always seemed to had issues socializing. Somehow, I ended up being the target of bullies all the time as a kid, with few friends who always stuck around. As I moved around the first few times between towns in Upstate New York, this kept happening. It seemed I just didn’t know how to make good friends, or at least not many. But, this all ended when I moved out to California halfway through Middle School. I made a few very good friends after I came to Larchmont, and they helped me open myself up to more people. I made more friends than I ever had in my life, and began to spend time outside of school socializing— something I’d never done before. Through all of this change, my closest friends were still the same type of people I’d always sought out my entire life; it had always been more creative type people. Whether they focused their creative efforts towards games, art, writing or music, that was always the main thing that connected my closest friends to me. Also, despite my more extroverted approach now, I still do prefer a quiet setting with less people (or even no one) to one that is busy at the end of the

Over the last 5 years I believe I have developed a more humble approach to life because of the lessons I learned through this experience. Now I treat others how I would like to be treated, and try not to react too quickly and get angered over little things. Coming into ninth grade at a new school, I had a clean slate and I was determined to keep it clean and I have. I had a couple of good friends at the new school and they welcomed me, and introduced me to their friends. I knew that if I made good friends and put them first and cared about them, that I would have true friends for

Books were a major part of my youth. I was not only a very creative child, but I was also very social. I would constantly be running around our neighborhood in our hometown of Wilmington, Delaware looking for someone to play with. Wilmington was a suburban fantasy land. I vaguely remember running around my

Reading has been one of my favorite hobbies since I was a little child. I grew up as a normal child should grow and eventually I had to start learning for me to fit in society. My literacy started many years ago, after I knew how to talk and communicate with people. Reading my alphabet was quite stressful and I had to be given a hand by my family members. I remember my parents reading with me and it was the most meaningful and memorable way to spend time with me. This is because I liked reading a lot and I was eager to learn so that I could fit in with my older siblings. My favorite books were storybooks taking about adventures and fairytales