Judy Moody Goes to College

Judy Moody Goes to College

Megan McDonald

Language: English

Pages: 160

ISBN: 0763648558

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Reissued in a way-cool paperback design

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?

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But this was baby college. She, Judy Moody, was in a mood. Not a good mood. A bad mood squared. Moody to the power of ten million. “This is Investigation Station,” said Chloe. Investigation Station was probably just another name for Homework Station. “What looks good?” Chloe asked, pointing to shelves against the walls stuffed with games. “You mean we get to play a game and I get to pick and we don’t have to count jelly beans in a jar?” “I knew if I made you paper — you know, fill out work

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

“I was just saying . . .” said Judy. Mrs. Grossman let out a big breath, but her face looked all pinched up. “Jill had enough valentines left over to give to her mom, her dad, and her little sister.” “Jill sounds like a pill,” said Judy. “Judy, that’s it,” said Mrs. Grossman. She pointed to the tent in the back of the room. “You mean I have to go in that tent?” “That’s why we call it the Attitude Tent,” said Mrs. Grossman. “But I’m not really in a camping attitude,” said Judy. “Go sit in

Pretty soon, the whole class was going to have math cavities. Except for Judy. Today, Mrs. Grossman was talking about measure. Quarts and gallons and barrels and hogsheads. She tried to make it sound like math was a barrel of fun. But Judy, for one, did not give a pig’s ear about hogsheads. Mrs. Grossman wore ten gallons of perfume. Mrs. Grossman gave out twenty hogsheads of candy. Instead of listening, Judy played with her watch. Her brand-new, fancy-dancy, robin’s-egg-blue,

Pretty soon, the whole class was going to have math cavities. Except for Judy. Today, Mrs. Grossman was talking about measure. Quarts and gallons and barrels and hogsheads. She tried to make it sound like math was a barrel of fun. But Judy, for one, did not give a pig’s ear about hogsheads. Mrs. Grossman wore ten gallons of perfume. Mrs. Grossman gave out twenty hogsheads of candy. Instead of listening, Judy played with her watch. Her brand-new, fancy-dancy, robin’s-egg-blue,

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