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The 100th Day of SchoolLoading...
Written by Jennifer Shade![](/_next/static/media/shadow-light.2e386fee.png)
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It was the day before the 100th day of school and Mrs. Anders announced, “Tomorrow is the 100th day of school! To celebrate we all will bring in 100 of an item from home. We will all share during circle time tomorrow!”
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"I’m going to bring in 100 dinosaurs!” said Johnny.
“I’m going to bring in 100 of my favorite Legos.” announced Danny.
“I can’t wait to show everyone my collection of chewed bubble gum!” said William proudly.
“EW!” everyone screamed!
“I’m going to bring in 100 of my favorite Legos.” announced Danny.
“I can’t wait to show everyone my collection of chewed bubble gum!” said William proudly.
“EW!” everyone screamed!
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Oh no. . . thought Taylor, I don’t think I have 100 of anything. . . What am I going to do?
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After school Taylor went to her bedroom to look for something to bring in. She had an idea! “I have lots of socks!” she shouted. Taylor counted her socks, “2, 4, 6, . . . 22, 24. . . That’s it?”
“What else might I have 100 of?" she wondered. She thought and thought, “Maybe Mommy has 100 hair ties!”
“Mommmmyyyy! Where are your hair ties?” Taylor yelled downstairs.
“In the bathroom, Sweetie. Why?” Her mother called back.
“Mommmmyyyy! Where are your hair ties?” Taylor yelled downstairs.
“In the bathroom, Sweetie. Why?” Her mother called back.
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