Mr. Glascott: Mr. Goldberg, since that little paper is more important than life-saving CPR, maybe you'd like to stand and share it with the rest of us.
Adam: Ballsssss. To be clear I did not write this. "Dude, when did Emmy Mirsky get so dang foxy? I mean, holy boobs, Batman! Look at those sweatshirt puppies." Again, I did not write this.
Mr. Glascott: Oh, that sucked. My intention was to teach you a lesson about note-passing, but instead, I just made us all feel wildly uncomfortable. Let's just move on to Chapter 6, okay? Female reproductive? Nope. Class dismissed.