Meisa High School Teachers’ Daily Diary
Rikka High School, disappear.
Today, while conducting a listening exercise with Class 2-A, our school was suddenly bombarded by what can only be described as an explosive sound. At first, I thought something had malfunctioned inside our classroom.
I was wrong.
It turned out the disturbance came, unsurprisingly, from the school next door. Class 2-B, to be exact.
They were having their physical education lesson. At least, it had been peaceful—gentle aerobics, orderly movements—until a rock song began blasting from an unknown source. The volume was absurd, as though someone had set it to one hundred and snapped the dial off.
Great.
My English listening audio was completely drowned out. Neither my students nor I could hear a single word. We initially assumed the sound was coming from speakers on their field.
It was not.
After a moment of confusion, we realised the truth.
The music was coming from Rikka High School’s broadcasting room.
Then, as if summoned by chaos itself, a DJ appeared.
“Yo, everyone. Wishing you a good day today.”
The boy’s voice was professional. Cheerful. Far too confident.
“Today, let’s begin our morning with a spirited song.”
Cheers erupted—not only from the field, but from classrooms across their campus.
They played Sasageyo.
The students sang along. Loudly. Passionately. With arm movements. The physical education teacher was nowhere to be seen. I assume they had gone to stop the students in the broadcasting room—assuming they still possessed hope.
“With the end of this song,” the DJ continued, “I hope everyone gets through this hellish school.”
That should be my line.
“Next, a love song to spread love to everyone—Chiisana Koi no Uta.”
On the field, students swayed together, humming, some even holding hands.
More songs followed.
And followed.
And followed.
What are the teachers doing? Letting their students run wild like this?
“We seem to be approaching the end of our music segment. For the last song, for our future.”
The final song was Mirai e.
By then, students from other classes had joined in. The sound rose like a full-scale musical performance. I am fairly certain choreography was involved.
Just as the song ended and the DJ prepared to say goodbye—
“TAKEDA SHUUJI!!!”
Multiple voices shouted into the microphone.
He had been caught.
Serves him right.
And just like that, the chaos ended.
I was about to resume my lesson when the bell rang, signalling the start of the next class.
A silent scream echoed within me.
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