Leo stared at the grid. Then he stared at his own life.
Then he did the math.
He still had the notebook page with the grid. He never changed the weights again. msci 121
She finally looked at him. “To what?” Leo stared at the grid
She passed out a single sheet of paper. On it was a grid: 4 rows, 3 columns. No numbers. Just words. msci 121
“I’m switching my major,” he said.
The classroom was in the basement of Bruton Hall, a building so unloved that the Wi-Fi didn't even bother to reach it. Leo took a seat in the back, next to a girl calmly sharpening a pencil into a tiny pile of graphite dust.