Judy Moody Goes to College
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Judy Moody is in a mood. Not a good mood. And definitely NOT a math mood. The substitute teacher in Class 3T thinks Judy's math skills need improving. So Judy has to start meeting with a math tutor. Does this mean flash cards? Does this mean baby games? Does this mean school on weekends? But when Judy meets her tutor — a sick-awesome college student with an uber-funky sense of style — and gets a glimpse of college life, Judy's bad math-i-tude turns into a radical glad-i-tude. Pretty soon, Judy's not only acing her math class; she's owning it. Time to say good-bye to Judy Moody, old skool third-grader, and say hello to Miss College! Small-tall upside-down backward non-fat capp with extra whip, anyone?
around Coffee Catz, and past the art building to the library. Quietly, they filed up the stairs to the second-floor art gallery. Mom was there, and Dad, and Stink with a camera! “What are you guys doing here?” Judy whispered. “We didn’t want to miss your big show,” said Dad. “And I got out of learning about commas!” said Stink. Judy stepped inside the quiet room, where paintings lined the white walls. There were still lifes of fruit and landscapes of trees. There were paintings of blobs and
have to?” “It’s already settled,” said Mom. “You start tomorrow.” “Hogsheads!” said Judy. Dad picked up Judy after school the next day. Judy closed her eyes and slumped in the backseat of the car on the way to the tutor’s. All she could see behind her closed eyes were flash cards. Baby flash cards. She, Judy Moody, was in a mood. Not a math mood. And definitely NOT a flash card mood. Fact of Life: She, Judy Moody, was a Tutor Tot. “Am I going to have to count beads and glue macaroni?
said Chloe. “Peeps?” “One of my friends. You know, if you’re going to go to college, you’re gonna have to learn to talk college.” “For serious?” Judy asked. “Zing! You got me there,” said Chloe, laughing. In the Game of Life, Judy got to be the banker. “My little brother, Stink, ALWAYS gets to be banker,” she told Chloe. She, Judy-Moody-not-Stink, was in charge of piles and piles of money and got to dish out the big bucks. AND Chloe let her be a doctor, even though it was against the rules
to peek at the Career cards. Judy got to make a mountain of money and get married and buy a house and a high-def TV and learn sign language and find buried treasure and go to the Grand Canyon and help the homeless, and not once did a tree fall on her, not even a mid-life crisis. “I love Life!” said Judy. “You beat the pants off me,” said Chloe. “Speaking of pants,” said Judy, “can I ask you a question? Why are you wearing a dress and pants?” “It’s my thing,” said Chloe. “It’s the artist in
would not be coming back for two more weeks. As for the peeps, well, her friends were so UN-college. When they saw Judy’s new outfit, they thought she was a scarecrow. “What happened to your knees?” asked Rocky. “Did you fall off your bike and rip your pants?” Frank asked. “You must hurt bad — look at all those Band-Aids,” said Amy Namey. “Tattoos,” Judy muttered. “It’s just a phase,” said Rocky. “Like when she wore her pajamas to school.” “And her doctor coat,” said Frank. “And her