Frustrated, she flipped the textbook onto its side and let it fall open to the very back. the header read.
She’d always skipped this part. It looked like a boring spreadsheet—columns labeled Business, Life Sciences, Physical Sciences, Social Sciences . But tonight, desperate for a reason to care, she ran her finger down the page.
She froze. Bakery? She flipped to page 142. It was a word problem about a pastry chef optimizing the number of croissants versus muffins given an oven constraint. She’d scoffed at it last week. Now, she read it three times.