Suzy Siamese and Joey Boxer had been competitors all the way through medical school. It was generally agreed that they both would be excellent doctors. The end of school was near and they wanted to do their best. Class standing would determine where they could do their internship.
Joey’s best friend in the program was a golden retriever named Max who everyone called him Socks because he had a habit of wearing socks when he was cold rather than curling up like everyone else.
Poor Socks was at the bottom of the class. It looked like he was going to get whatever assignment no one else wanted. His only goal was not to be last.
Socks: This is awful. You have no idea how terrible it feels to be at the bottom of the class. I feel like an idiot.
Joey: You’re not an idiot, buddy. This is a great school.
Socks: Yeah, but maybe I should have gone to Canine U. I probably would have done better at a school without all these smart animals from other species. I could have competed with other Goldens and dogs who are closer to me intellectually. I might have even been near the top of the class.
Joey: You belong here. You didn’t wash out like those losers with really rotten grades.
Socks: Maybe. But look who’s at the top of the class: you, that cat, and a falcon. I’m going to end up in East Siberia.
Joey: It won’t be that bad. We don’t even partner with a school in Siberia.
Socks: That’s not funny. You know what I mean.
Joey: OK. OK. You might be right. I would hate to be at the bottom of the class. Maybe I can help.
Socks: How? Change my grades in the computer? Get some of the animals ahead of me to drop out?
Joey: No, goofball. I can tutor you.
Socks: Do you have time for that?
Joey: I’ll make time for you, buddy.
Socks: Thanks! That’d be great! I just want to pass that cuckoo. It is so embarrassing being behind him.
Joey: We can probably do even better than that.
A few weeks passed. Suzy was meeting with her study group. It was a good group for her. Everyone was in the top quarter of the class.
Pete: That’s it for tonight. If I have to see one more drawing or picture of bacteria, I’ll go crazy.
June: Me too. I think my brain is full for today.
Betty: Did you hear the latest? Joey is tutoring Socks.
Ben: Poor Socks. I can’t believe he made it to the end. He’s such a nice guy, but he doesn’t have much of an attention span.
Suzy: I really don’t know how he can study. And I wonder how Joey has time to tutor an animal like that.
Ben: Who knows. Anyone up for a quick snack at the café?
They spent a short time eating, then went home to study.
It appeared that the tutoring was working. Socks began to answer correctly when he was called on in class.
Professor Atkins: Well, Mr. Retriever, it seems that you have finally learned how to study.
Socks: I have to thank Joey Boxer for the change. He’s been tutoring me.
Professor Atkins: Good job, Mr. Boxer.
Socks’ performance continued to improve. Even so, he was nervous about the microbiology test coming up.
Socks: What if I forget everything? We would have wasted all that time.
Joey: Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.
Joey was right. Socks got 85/100, his highest grade ever. He was thrilled, until Suzy spoke up.
Suzy: I heard Joey Boxer say that he knew Socks was going to do well because he knew what the questions were going to be and he gave Socks the answers.
Next week: Did Joey cheat or was Suzy just trying to get him in trouble so she’d have fewer competitors?
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