07 Bad-Mood Itch

Bad-Mood Itch Pssst. Pssst. When Judy got to school the next morning, her friends (minus Amy, plus Jessica Finch) were whispering outside Class 3T. As soon as they saw Judy, they stopped. Since when were Rocky and Frank so palsy-walsy with Fink- Face Finch? Oops. That wasn't good-mood thinking. WWJFD? What Would Jessica Finch Do? Judy tried to sound cheery. "Hey, guys. Happy Thursday!" Frank waved. Jessica smiled. Rocky gave her a strange look. "We better get inside," he said. "Mr. Todd already blinked the lights once."

心情不好，发痒。Pssst。 第二天早上朱迪到学校时，她的朋友们（除了艾米，还有杰西卡·芬奇）正在3T班外面窃窃私语。 他们一看到朱迪就停了下来。 从什么时候开始洛奇和弗兰克对芬克脸芬奇这么麻木了？ 哦。这可不是心情好的想法。 WWJFD吗?杰西卡·芬奇会怎么做？ 朱迪努力让自己听起来高兴些。 “嘿,伙计们。周四快乐!”弗兰克挥手。 杰西卡笑了。洛奇奇怪地看了她一眼。 “我们最好进去，”他说。 “托德先生已经闪过一次灯了。”

It was so-not-working to try to be like Jessica Finch. Her friends just thought she was battier than Batgirl. Mr. Todd had tons of alarm clocks on his desk. "Three, two, one..." BZZZZZZZZ! The clocks went off. Half the class jumped. The other half held their fingers in their ears. "It's time!" Mr. Todd smiled brightly. "Time to Measure Up! Today we begin our new math unit. We're going to go the distance. We're going to have gallons of fun. All day long we'll be measuring time and space, our classroom, and one another. Take out your math journals."

想要成为杰西卡·芬奇那样的人是行不通的。 她的朋友们只是觉得她比蝙蝠女更棒。 托德先生的桌子上有一大堆闹钟。 “三，二，一……”BZZZZZZZZ !钟响了。 一半的学生跳了起来。另一半则用手指捂住耳朵。 “这是时间!”托德先生灿烂地笑了。 “是时候衡量了！”今天我们开始学习新的数学单元。 我们要走完全程。 我们会玩得很开心的。 我们一整天都在测量时间和空间，我们的教室，还有彼此。 拿出你的数学日记。”

Judy did not even have to search her desk or

朱迪甚至都不用搜查她的办公桌或者

her backpack. She pulled out her math journal from the top of the nice neat stack inside her desk. "What are some tools we might use to measure things with?" Mr. Todd asked. Hannah raised her hand. "Ruler!" Dylan raised his hand. "Yardstick!" Jessica Finch raised her hand. "Measuring cup!" Judy wanted to participate, just like Jessica Finch. "String!" Judy called out. "Judy? Did you forget to raise your hand?" asked Mr. Todd. Oof. Judy stretched her hand in the air. "Yes?" asked Mr. Todd. "I was going to say Elizabeth Blackwell

她的背包。她从桌子里整整齐齐的一叠书的最上面拿出她的数学日记。 “我们可以用什么工具来测量呢？”托德先生问。 汉娜举起了手。“统治者!”迪伦举起了手。 “标准!”杰西卡·芬奇举起了手。 “量杯!”朱迪想参与，就像杰西卡·芬奇一样。 “弦!”朱迪喊道。 “朱迪?你忘记举手了吗？”托德先生问。 现钞。朱迪向空中伸出了手。 “什么事？”托德先生问。“我本来想说伊丽莎白·布莱克威尔的

Women of Science ruler," said Judy, holding up her favorite ruler. "But somebody said ruler. So, I was thinking, you could measure something with a piece of string." "Very good," said Mr. Todd. "In ancient times, the length of your foot or the width of your thumb could be used to measure things." Judy stuck her hand in the air again. "Mr. Todd," she started, with her hand still raised. "Did you know that the longest guitar is thirty-eight feet and two inches? It says so right here on my Yardstick of Bubble Gum box." "Thank you, Judy. That's interesting." He rolled the chalk in his hands. "But let's try not to interrupt." "I raised my hand!" said Judy. "That's a good start. But please wait to be

女性科学尺子，”朱迪说，举起她最喜欢的尺子。 但是有人说统治者。所以，我在想，你可以用一根绳子来测量东西。” “很好，”托德先生说。 “在古代，你的脚的长度或你的拇指的宽度可以用来测量东西。” 朱迪又把手举了起来。 “托德先生，”她开始说，手仍然举着。 “你知道最长的吉他是三十八英尺二英寸吗？” 我的标尺泡泡糖盒子上就写着呢。” “谢谢你，朱迪。这很有趣。” 他用手把粉笔卷起来。 “但我们还是不要打断他吧。” “我举手了！”朱迪说。 “这是一个好的开始。但请耐心等待

called on." Mr. Todd held up a jar of something that looked like rice. He wrote on the board: 1 inch =3 grains of barley. Judy raised her hand again. Mr. Todd peered over his glasses. "Yes, Judy?" "The longest grain of rice is eight and a half millimeters, I'm pretty sure." "She's like the Interrupting Chicken from that book," said Brody. Judy's face got hot. Her ears turned as red as a turtle. A red-eared slider, that is. "Let's all work on not interrupting, Brody," said Mr. Todd. He turned back to the board. "In old England, the king made a rule that if you took three grains of barley and put them end to end, that made an inch." Judy could not help thinking about the

呼吁。”托德先生举起一罐看起来像米饭的东西。 他在黑板上写道：1英寸=3粒大麦。 朱迪又举起了手。 托德先生透过眼镜往外看。 “是的,朱蒂?”“我很确定，最长的米粒是8.5毫米。” 布罗迪说：“她就像那本书里的插嘴鸡。” 朱迪的脸热了起来。她的耳朵变得像乌龟一样红。 就是一只红耳滑鼠。 “我们都不要打断别人，布罗迪，”托德说。 他转身对着黑板。 “在古英格兰，国王制定了一条规则，如果你把三粒大麦首尾相接，就是一英寸。” 朱迪忍不住想