(A/N) Lu la lu la Piano wa sekai no yume saku no hara ni merodii…Hopefully you all know that song? Azumanga Daioh is a hilarious manga, and the anime is equally funny. I hope I captured everyone's personalities all right in this story. This a fanfiction about the days the girls spend in college, as well as how the teachers are faring without them. It will be more than one chapter, thankfully…I was getting tired of one-shot type stories. XD; Okay, well, enjoy, Min'na!

Chiyo Mihama walked with her head held high down the stairs to the chalkboard, knowing that all the older students were all either smirking or swooning over how small she was compared to them. She heard a few girls giggling as she walked past them and others whispering in small groups. She tried not to look at them, tried keeping her eyes straight in front of her, and didn't listen to any of the other distracting sounds permeating the air around her. She had finally reached the foot of the stairs—she stole a quick glance at the board and the problem she was to solve, not stopping to notice the teacher was tapping his foot impatiently on the carpeted floor. Pretending not to notice his persistent, short coughs, she grabbed a chair from a corner and heaved it over to the board. She took off her shoes politely, despite the fact that this made even more students giggle, and, while standing up on the chair, stretched her arm out to write the answer on the board. After a moment of silence, she lowered the chalk and attempted to get off the chair—but, because her socks were so slick on the metal, she slipped and landed with a shocked scream on the floor.

She felt her face flush as she got up weakly, holding back tears the best she could, and put on her shoes. The teacher nodded when he saw she was okay, trying to conceal his own amused smile, and, with a small bow to the teacher, she walked as fast as she could up the stairs to her seat. She sat down and slumped as far as she could, careful not to let anyone see her face, red from both embarrassment and from desperately trying to keep her tears from overflowing. She heard a few girls talking about her in the row in front of her, not bothering to keep their voices low, unaware that Chiyo knew every word they said. She bit her lip, blinked back her tears and sat upright, not wanting to miss any part of the lecture…ah, but it was so hard to concentrate. Not only was she having a hard time adapting to this strange, new, American university, but her mind had also been drifting to her friends. She wondered if Tomo was still as enthusiastic as she had always been, and if Osaka was still a bit of a space cadet. She wondered if Sakaki was having trouble with Maya, if Kagura was having luck at her new sports university, if Yomi was still diet-crazy and hot-tempered. If Yukari was having a good time with her new students…

She shook her head and stared down intently at the teacher, who had moved on to say how she, Chiyo, had answered the problem. She had been unfamiliar with his method, but had been able to answer it from reading her notes to make sure she had the new method down. American schools certainly were different from Japanese schools. Suddenly she missed her old school very much, even the ecstatic Ms. Yukari, who had enjoyed hitting her with books. She wondered what she was doing right at that moment…

888

"Damn it, Nyamo…What are we still doing at this damn school anyway?"

Yukari Tanizaki sat slumped in her chair, her head leaning back to stare up blankly at the ceiling, her black hair draped over the chair like a curtain. The woman she had addressed, a pretty younger woman with shorter black hair, who has helping herself to some coffee at the moment, looked up from stirring cream into her drink, and at the lazy teacher with distaste.

"What do you mean 'what are we doing here'?" she asked irritably, now adding sugar to her coffee. "We're teaching…or, at least, one of us is." Yukari sat up straight in her chair and turned around to glare at the younger woman, suddenly looking quite alert.

"You know what I mean, Nyamo," she said gruffly. "Without those airheads running amuck in our school, this place has become the most boring place in all of Tokyo. Thanks for the coffee." Before Nyamo could protest, she grabbed the coffee mug out of her hands and took a large swig, waving her arms wildly as she tried to gulp down the boiling hot substance. After she had managed to get the drink down, and she had taken a few gasps of air, she turned back to give Nyamo a seething look, who was already getting another cup of coffee and was no longer paying attention to the angry female. She took a few sips of coffee before answering Yukari, who was once again staring at the ceiling.

"Airheads?" she asked, causing Yukari to look up feebly. "You mean the airheads that were in your class? What were their names again…?" She knew Yukari was giving her a death glare, but decided against even pretending to notice. Yukari finally got up and made her own coffee, putting as much sugar in as she could without the mug overflowing.

"Where do I start?" she grumbled, taking a smaller sip of her coffee, not even flinching at the sweet taste. "There was that too-damn-happy-for-her-own-good student Tomo, then there was Osaka, the one who could barely remember her own name, let alone my lessons, that sport-jock Kagura, who had more brains in her boobs than her head, Koyomi—well, Koyomi was okay, I guess…Have I forgotten anyone?" Nyamo had flinched at the titles she had given each of her students, but continued to drink her coffee all the same.

"I believe you forgot Chiyo-chan," she said calmly. Yukari scowled at her coffee, as if discovering for the first time she had drowned her coffee in sugar.

"Of course…Chiyo-chan. She was always the brightest student…always getting A's…She was always so cheery and smart and cute." She took another big gulp of coffee, a look of utter disgust on her face once more. "It always really pissed me off." Nyamo shook her head at Yukari's brutish language before setting her coffee mug in the sink and walking over to her own desk.

"Come on, you know you miss them. They were the life of the school. Tomo was always to full of energy, and even though she was horrible in my class too, she always tried harder then the rest."

"Even if what effort she gave still didn't get her a good grade in our classes," Yukari interrupted bitterly. Nyamo frowned slightly, pretending she had not heard.

"And Osaka always had very…unique…ideas," she said slowly, knowing she didn't sound convincing.

"Oh, they were unique all right," muttered Yukari, putting her own mug in the sink with a clank of pottery on silverware. "If we had taken her ideas for the Culture Fest, we would be serving coffee like this with cockroaches in every cup." Nyamo cringed. She absolutely hated insects, especially cockroaches.

"Well," she said, getting over her disgust, "she and Tomo both got into Tokyo U, right?" Yukari snorted.

"By shear dumb luck and some tutoring from Chiyo-chan," she said, once again slumping into her seat. Nyamo sighed and sat down herself, looking through her lesson plans for the next day. After awhile, when Yukari was sure her eyes would give out from staring at the ceiling all day, she closed her eyes and said, with a little effort,

"But I really do miss those guys sometimes."

Nyamo didn't look up from her work--she merely nodded, leaving Yukari to go back to staring at the ceiling once more.

888

"This is soooo dull!"

Every head in the study hall turned to look at the two girls sitting in the back of the room, one staring up at the other blankly, and the other one looking with disgusted disbelief at her textbook.

"What is this crap? Does anyone other than me not understand this? What are they thinking, giving us this kinda thing for homework? It's a disgrace, I say, an absolute disgrace! Why, I think I should go to the head of this learning facility and complain right now!" Every other word she slammed her fist down on the table forcefully, causing the entire table to bounce, and causing the other girl's eraser to fall on the ground. The girl quickly crawled under the seat the retrieve it, popping up and going back to work like the girl next to her had not spoken. The girl next to her looked down at her, then slammed a hand on her textbook as well, causing the other girl to look up in surprise.

"Osaka, my sister in arms!" the girl exclaimed. "Do you not agree with me? Is this homework not the utmost disgusting thing you have ever laid your own two eyes on? Answer me, Osaka!" The girl she had addressed as Osaka looked at the loud girl blankly for a moment, then down at her textbook, then back up at the girl, smiling obliviously.

"I actually think the homework is a lot better than Ms. Yukari's," she said airily. "I'm just kinda sad that Chiyo-chan ain't here to help us out anymore, Tomo." The girl, Tomo, glared down at Osaka, seeing that she was not going to be any help at all, and turned back to the rest of the study hall students, all of which were still staring at her nervously.

"What about you, my fine man?" she said, spotting a boy not far from where she herself sat. "Do you not think this homework is atrocious? Come on, people, give me some back up! You know you hate it, too!" The boy looked at her vehemently for a moment before turning back around in his seat, muttering, "freak" under his breath. Tomo's eraser soon met his head.

"What about you, Miss?" she asked, pretending she had not thrown the eraser and turning to a girl who was at a higher level then them, who stared scooting her chair further away from the seemingly crazed girl. "Do you, too, wish to be free from the vicious grip homework has on your free time, your social life, you life in genera? Together we can stop it!" She tried to grab the girl's arm and tried to pull her to her feet, but the girl gruffly pulled her arm away from Tomo's grip and walked to a different table. Osaka was trying her best to sound out her English homework, not bothering to look up as Tomo pulled her to her feet; the textbook merely went with her, lifted up an inch from her nose.

"Fellow students!" Tomo continued to yell across the room, "we shall be freed from the iron fist at last! Now is your chance to rise up and take over! Are you with me?" Unfortunately for Tomo, no one stood up—the only thing that happened was the head librarian ran in and pulled both Tomo and Osaka by the ear to the principals office, Osaka still holding the textbook up to her face.

Once they were in the office, the librarian forced the two girls to take a seat in front of the principal's massive desk, taking Osaka's book away so she would not be distracted, and leaving them to their intended doom. Tomo leaned back in her chair, her lip stuck out in a pout and her arms crossed over her chest, while Osaka, though mourning over the loss of her book, was curious to see what kind of giant person would have such a big desk. Finally, the principal turned around in his chair, his hands clasped together and a frown on his face. He was a portly man, and was balding slightly, though he insisted upon saying he had a full head of hair…slightly thinning.

"So," he began. He seemed to be at a loss for what to say, so he chose to say, "So," once again. Tomo raised an eyebrow, and Osaka leaned a little closer as if expecting him to say something extremely important. The man shook his head and sighed in exasperation, then looked sternly at the two girls in front of him.

"Miss Takino, you have been causing trouble all week, and, Miss Kasuga, you have been helping her, have you not?" Osaka seemed frozen, staring into space, but the man didn't really expect an answer. Tomo, however, slammed her fist on his desk with false irritation.

"That's a dirty lie, Mister! We haven't been doing anything wrong or unjust! In fact, the way I see it, we're the life and soul of this school! Without us this school would be--"

"A lot quieter," the man snapped, interrupting her with genuine irritation. "Ever since you two came, my school has been going haywire. Every class I walk into is complete chaos, the study halls have become miniature recesses, there are food fights in the cafeteria—this is Tokyo University, by Joe, not an elementary school!" He himself slammed a fist on the table this time, making the two girls in front of him jump. Osaka was looking at the man like he was crazy, and leaned in next to Tomo, whispering hurriedly in her ear. Tomo now looked at the man with disgust, and they both started scootching their chairs away from his desk. The man's face slowly turned redder and redder, until he pushed back his own chair and stood up.

"Honestly, I don't know how you two got into this University! If you are too immature to go through college, then perhaps you should go back to high school where you belong!" A look of horror crossed both the girls' faces, and suddenly they were on their hands and knees, shedding crocodile tears and clasping their hands together.

"Please, Mister, don't throw out into the cold world! I wanna go through college and make my Momma proud!" wailed Osaka. Tomo nodded vigorously, sobbing with a little more enthusiasm then her friend.

"Yes, sir, please, have mercy! If I can't make it through college Yomi will continue to mock me for the rest of my life!" The two girls looked at each other for a moment, then turned back to the man, tears flowing down their faces and their eyes pleading.

"Please let us stay!" they shouted in unison. The principal looked down at them with pity and disgust, not wanting them to drip all over his nice carpet. Try as he might, he didn't think he could send them away now. He sat back in his chair, sighing heavily, and waved a hand towards the door.

"You can stay," he said gruffly, "but just get out of my office. You're both giving me a headache." Then, as if Tomo and Osaka had not been crying at all, the two smiled brightly, and walked hurriedly out of the office. As they did so, the man couldn't help thinking to himself: "Damn brats."