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First Day Jitters is about a first-time teacher’s first day at school. It may surprise students to know that teachers get nervous too. Share First Day Jitters with your students, and then tell them a funny story about your first day of teaching (or any first day of school story). First Day Jitters By Julie Danneberg downstairs The compound word downstairs means down the stairs. Nervous A person who is nervous is afraid or worried. – A free PowerPoint PPT presentation (displayed as a Flash slide show) on - id: 3bfad3-ZDE5Z.

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First Day Jitters
Electronic book published by 24 W. 25th St. New York, NY 10011 For more ebooks, visit us at: All rights reserved Text copyright © 2000 by Julie Danneberg Illustrations copyright © 2000 by Judy Love No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. e-ISBN 1-59019-570-1 Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data ISBN 1-58089-054-7 (reinforced for library use) ISBN 1-58089-061-X (softcover)
To Jack and Buddie -J.D. For Matthew, who never gets “first day jitters,” but willingly posed for me anyway, with love -J.L.
Julie Danneberg illustrated by Judy Love
“Sarah, dear, time to get out of bed,” Mr. Hartwell said, poking his head through the bedroom doorway. “You don’t want to miss the first day at your new school do you?”
“I’m not going,” said Sarah, and pulled the covers over her head. “Of course you’re going, honey,” said Mr. Hartwell, as he walked over to the window and snapped up the shade.
“No, I’m not. I don’t want to start over again. I hate my new school,” Sarah said. She tunneled down to the end of her bed.
“How can you hate your new school, sweetheart?” Mr. Hartwell chuckled. “You’ve never been there before! Don’t worry. You liked your other school, you’ll like this one. Besides, just think of all the new friends you’ll meet.”
“That’s just it. I don’t know anybody, and it will be hard, and...I just hate it, that’s all.”
“What will everyone think if you aren’t there? We told them you were coming!”
“They will think that I am lucky and they will wish that they were at home in bed like me.” Mr. Hartwell sighed. “Sarah Jane Hartwell, I’m not playing this silly game one second longer. I’ll see you downstairs in five minutes.”
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“My head hurts,” she moaned as she trudged into the kitchen. Mr. Hartwell handed Sarah a piece of toast and her lunchbox.
They walked to the car. Sarah’s hands were cold and clammy.
They drove down the street. She couldn’t breathe.
And then they were there. “I feel sick,” said Sarah weakly. “Nonsense,” said Mr. Hartwell. “You’ll love your new school once you get started. Oh, look. There’s your principal, Mrs. Burton.” Sarah slumped down in her seat.
“Oh, Sarah,” Mrs. Burton gushed, peeking into the car. “There you are. Come on. I’ll show you where to go.”
She led Sarah into the building and walked quickly through the crowded hallways. “Don’t worry. Everyone is nervous the first day,” she said over her shoulder as Sarah rushed to keep up.
When they got to the classroom, most of the children were already in their seats.
The class looked up as Mrs. Burton cleared her throat. “Class. Class. Attention, please,” said Mrs. Burton.
When the class was quiet she led Sarah to the front of the room and said, “Class, I would like you to meet...
...your new teacher, Mrs. Sarah Jane Hartwell.”