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chapter ten. environmental science.
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"YOU KNOW IF SEÑOR CHANG GETS ANY CRAZIER, HE'S GONNA WIN ONE OF THOSE GRAMMY AWARDS."
Elina picked her head up from where she sat on the floor. Her laptop in her lap as she tried to find any trustworthy translators. The rest of the group looked toward Pierce, different levels of foul expressions across their faces. "This isn't a laughing matter, Pierce," Elina spoke up. "We have to write a twenty page essay in Spanish when we've only been taught, like, eight words." His brows furrowed as he sat down, his eyes locked on the young blonde.
"I've already reported him to the dean," Annie said as she stormed into the room. "He said they've been trying to fire him for three years but nobody wants his job." Shirley paced, wringing her hands out in front of her. Elina sighed, face falling into her hand. "Mm-mm. I can't write a twenty page paper," the older woman said. "I got a presentation in Marketing class on Friday. And public speaking gives me the nervous sweats." Elina's face softened with sympathy. Pierce's face lit up with the news. He stood to his feet with a small smile. "I can help you with that," he offered.
"I accept," Shirley blurted out. Surprise etched itself on his face, and the faces of those around them. "That's how messed up things are," she added. Elina leaned back against the couch Britta occupied. Her knees bent as she repositioned her laptop. Troy sat up from his position on the table. "Well, we're screwed too. We're three days behind on a Biology lab."
Britta ran her hands through Elina's hair. Their attention turned to Abed and Troy. "The reason it's taking so long is Troy's afraid of—"
