Thursday, 12 February 2026

The Troublemakers’ Lair: Side Story – Thursday Diary Entry

Meisa High School Teachers Daily Diary



Thursday — Biology
Teacher: Kurata Nishida, age 50

In Meisa High School, the biology department is well-equipped. We possess an extensive collection of specimens—frogs, lizards, fish, insects—used regularly during practical lessons. Dissection classes are always… entertaining. Some students turn pale at the sight of exposed organs, while others remain disturbingly calm. It is, all things considered, a beneficial subject, particularly for those aspiring to become doctors or veterinarians.

(sighs heavily)

That said, I would like to propose—purely hypothetically—that the school consider expanding its range of specimens. Perhaps… human ones.

Specifically, a select number of students from Rikka High School.

I would very much like to examine the brains of their students—especially the five individuals from Class 2-B. Their behaviour suggests abnormalities worthy of serious academic study.

Today, while Class 2-A was preparing to dissect a frog, an ear-splitting scream—easily five octaves above what should be legally permitted—shattered the calm of the laboratory. The sound did not originate from my students.

It came from the neighbouring school.

Every student in the lab rushed to the windows. I, regrettably, was no exception.

What I witnessed was a scene that defied logic. Several Rikka students were sprinting across their sports field, still wearing their white laboratory coats. They were being pursued by another group of students, each holding a frog.

Not an ordinary frog.
A large frog.

The pursuers waved the creatures about with unsettling enthusiasm, taunting their fleeing classmates as though engaged in some primitive hunting ritual. I noted immediately that the chasers—clearly fearless, energetic, and utterly unhinged—would make excellent candidates for my proposed human specimen programme.

The chaos continued until a deafening roar from a megaphone brought everything to an abrupt halt. The discipline instructor had arrived. The students froze, then formed a single line, and were marched away to a destination known only to them—and, presumably, their impending punishment.

And just like that, my valuable lesson time was lost.

Instead of studying amphibian anatomy, my students spent the remainder of the period observing Rikka High School conduct what can only be described as a live demonstration of behavioural failure.

I will be filing a noise complaint.
And possibly a research proposal.


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