Judy Moody Goes to College - Megan Mcdonald [6]
Now her math-i-tude had turned into a mad-i-tude.
Math was no fair. Math = life. Life was no fair.
See? A person could do multistep word problems even in an attitude tent. No biggie. You just had to have the right math-i-tude.
Judy Moody was down in the dumps. She had an attitude that was in the lower latitudes. A bad-i-tude.
“What’s wrong?” Chloe asked her at tutoring that afternoon. “You hardly ate any of your pizza fractions.”
“I have an attitude,” said Judy.
“Everybody has an attitude,” said Chloe. “It just means the way you think, the way you see things.”
“The way I see things, Mrs. Grossman doesn’t like my attitude. Mrs. Grossman says I need an attitude adjustment. So I went in the attitude tent, but all I got was a spider bite. All that did was adjust my attitude from bad to itchy.”
“I know something that might help your attitude,” said Chloe.
“Don’t say algebra,” said Judy.
“How would you like to come to college on Saturday?”
“Oh, no. You mean now I have to do math on the weekend, too?”
“Not for math, silly. I mean, how would you like to come spend the day with me at college? For fun.”
Suddenly, she, Judy Moody, knew what an attitude adjustment felt like. It felt like when you went from a bad mood to a good mood. It felt like when your spider bite stopped itching. It felt like when you got to spend a whole, entire fun-not-math day at college.
Judy could not wait for Saturday.
Judy woke up by mistake at six o’clock on Saturday morning, a not-school day. Chloe told her that college kids like to sleep late, so Judy tried to think like a college kid and go back to sleep. But it was no use.
“I don’t see what the big-whoop deal is about college,” said Stink. “All they do is carry heavy books around and listen to headphones. And if you go to college, you have to sleep over without Mom and Dad for like three or four years. And you have to wash your own clothes!”
For a kid who read the encyclopedia, Stink sure didn’t know a lot. “Stink, you don’t have the right attitude about college. Just wait till you’re older and wiser, like me.”
“When I’m older and wiser, will I eat cereal with a fork, too?”
“Oops,” said Judy, opening the dishwasher to look for a spoon. By the time she got back to her bowl of cereal, her Mood Flakes had turned the milk pink.
Sweet! Pink milk (in Mood Flakes) was for happy. That was the first sign that she, Judy Moody, was about to have the time of her life.
Then Judy checked the Ask-a-Question Watch 5000 just to be sure.
Is today going to be the best day ever at college?
YUP!
She asked it again just to make sure and absolute positive.
NO DOUBT!
It was a sign, all right. A sign to the power of three.
Judy followed Chloe up to her third-floor dorm room. The tiny room was chock-full of beds and desks and computers and books. Between bunk beds was an orange hairy rug, and on the beds were furry zebra-and-leopard-skin bedspreads. Posters covered the walls, even the ceiling.
There was a pink mini fridge and a mini TV and a mini microwave. Even a Bonjour Bunny alarm clock.
“Rare!” said Judy. “Your room is so orange and furry. Everything’s cool-mini. You have bunk beds like me, only yours has a desk under it. And you have the Bonjour Bunny alarm clock radio night-light. Does it have a snooze button that lights up?”
A tall girl wearing pajama pants (same-same as Judy) came in and plopped down on a giant rubber-ball chair.
“Hey, roomie,” Chloe said. “This is my friend Judy Moody. Judy, this is my roommate, Bethany Wigmore.”
Bethany Wigmore had long, dark hair and large, dark eyes. Bethany Wigmore wore headphones and lots of necklaces. Bethany Wigmore had flip-flops with jewels on them!
“I like your flip-flops,” Judy told her.
“Thanks. I made them.”
“For serious?”
“It’s easy,” said Bethany Wigmore. “All you need are fake jewels and beads and a mini glue gun. C’mon, I’ll show you.”
Bethany Wigmore showed Judy Moody how to make fancified