1 A crazy angle
on the chalkboard. Bret’s econ section leader checked her notes and carefully surrounded the angle with three dots. She was a short, bronze-skinned woman from an unknown country where English was never spoken.
“Curve,” she said, almost like she wondered herself. Then she nodded. “Emmm … economiki … is under. Under
She made a little chirping noise and stood back, pleased.
A girl with curly hair leaned forward in her chair, clutching an exam book. Red ink snaked over the fanned pages. “Wait. Can you say that...