A/N: I know there are like hundreds of Gakuen High fics, but I really want to write one! So don't judge me…

I walked to my first hour class with my friend Jess, thinking about what we were probably going to be doing that day. When we walked in, our teacher wasn't there, so we sat down in our seats and waited for the tone to tone (A/N: aka bell to ring). Once everyone was in the classroom and the tone had toned, our teacher still wasn't there. So everyone got up and talked to friends, and Jess and I talked about math class and our teacher, and then we talked about anime, like always, when I suddenly heard something. Everyone else must have heard it too, because they got quiet. I looked to the front of the room, where the noise had come from, and suddenly saw someone!

"Who's that?" asked Zach.

"My name is Mr. Williams, and I'm going to be your teacher for today," he said in an almost whisper.

"Umm, Mr. Williams?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Are you holding a polar bear?!" I asked.

"Yes, I am. This is Kumakichio."

"No, I'm Kumajirou! Who are you?" said the bear.

"It talked!" exclaimed Bekah.

"I'm Can- I mean Matthew, your owner."

"Oh," said Kumajirou, or something like that.

"So, Mr. Williams, are we going to start class yet?" asked Jess.

"Sure, we can start."

He got up and looked at our homework, making sure we had finished it.

"Okay, I guess you can do the homework now," said Mr. Williams.

We started on the homework, and I had it finished before the period was over. When the tone toned to signal first hour was done, Jess and I headed out of the classroom, confused.

"Who do you think that was?" I asked.

"I don't know, I've never seen him before. Why do you think he was teaching? And why did he have a bear?"

"Well, maybe Mr. Hoffman was sick today or something. Maybe that's his pet and he didn't want to leave it at home."

"Yeah, maybe. See ya, Rissy," said Jess, heading to her next class.

"See ya," I said, heading for the Chemistry room.

When I walked into the room, I sat in my seat just before the tone toned. I shivered. It felt colder in the room. And just like last class, a different teacher was in the front.

"Ello children. My name is Mr. Braginski and I am subbing for your teacher today! Now, take out your homework and I'll look at it."

We all took out our homework, and Maya asked, "Can I go get my stuff? I left it in my locker."

"No, you can't. You'll just have to show me later!"

"Umm, okay."

Mr. Braginski looked at our homework before going to the front of the room and grabbing a sheet to hand out.

"Do this sheet and then come up to show me, da?"

He handed out the sheet and I did it. I walked to the front and waited for him to finish checking the sheet of the person in front of me, and when he finished, I walked forward and let him check my paper.

"Oh, you got this one wrong!" he said.

"Umm…"

"And this one, too! And this one! Go redo the ones you got wrong and show me again, da?"

"Okay," I said, grabbing my paper and redoing the ones I got wrong, thinking of Mr. Braginski. He was kind of creepy with his da's and the way he told me I had some wrong was kind of inconsiderate, and he didn't even show me the ones I got wrong. Once I was positive I had them all correct, I walked back up to Mr. Braginski and let him check the answers again.

"You still have some wrong, little girl," he said in a sweet voice, a purple aura forming around him.

"U-U-Ummmm, I-I can redo them again," I said, nervously backing away a little.

"Good!" he said in a still-sweet voice, the purple aura slightly disappearing while he handed me my paper.

I quickly sat down in my chair again and redid some more problems. A shiver went down my spine as I went back up to Mr. Braginski. I now knew the source of the colder room.

"Did I get them right?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Oh good! You got all of them correct! You can go back to your seat now!"

I quickly did what he said and quietly waited for class to end. When it finally did, I quickly grabbed my stuff and nearly ran out of the classroom. Once I was back out in the junior hall, I slowed down a little, set my backpack by my locker, grabbed my snack, and walked over to stand by Jess and Fang (A/N: aka Wingedhatchling).

"So how was U.S. History?" I asked Jess.

"It was actually kind of fun! Mr. Potter wasn't there, but there was another teacher named Mr. Jones, and all he did was talk about random stuff! How was Chemistry?"

"Umm, well, not as good as your class… We had Mr. Braginski, and he was, like, extremely creepy," I said with a small shudder.

"I had a different teacher too. Mr. Väinämöinen. He was pretty much just like Mrs. Hettinger, so nothing unusual occurred."

The tone then toned, so I grabbed my backpack and headed to Spanish. Right when I walked through the door, I could tell our teacher was different.

"¡Hola! ¿Comò estàs?"

"Estoy bien. ¿Y tù?

"¡Estoy muy bien! ¡Tengo esta clase de Españoles y me gusta español mucho! Me llamo Señor Carriedo. ¿Como te llamas?"

"Me llamo Rissy."

I walked over to my seat and sat down. Señor Carriedo was quite nice, but he kind of talked a lot. When the tone toned and everyone was in their seats, Señor Carriedo started class.

"So today, you're going to be doing some short little skits! I'll hand you a piece of paper with a phrase on it and you have to come up with your compañero and act it out! Have fun!"

I turned to my compañero, Kristy, and waited for Señor Carriedo to hand us our piece of paper. When we got it, I looked at it and said, "¡Preparar para una fiesta!"

"Okay, so we should decorate the house…"

"And bake a cake, and lunch, I guess…"

After planning out what we were going to do, we waited for Señor Carriedo to tell us it was time to start.

"Okay, everyone! ¡Vamos a empezar!"

A few groups went before it was our turn. We walked up to the front and Kristy said, "We got 'Preparar para una fiesta'."

"Estoy decorando la casa," I said.

"Estoy haciendo el pastel del cumpleaños."

"Estoy cocinando."

When we had finished, we sat back down and waited for everyone else to go. Once they had, Señor Carriedo let us work on the homework. I quickly finished it right before the tone toned. I left the classroom and headed to my next class, Media Lit. Once there, I sat down and Fang soon came in.

"Hey, Fang, how was Latin?"

"Uhhhhhaha, yeah. The teacher I had was Mr. Bonnefoy. He was, umm, interesting, I guess. Very French, that's for sure."

"Yeah, I had Señor Carriedo for Spanish. He was very Spanish, and kind of fun!"

The tone toned, but our teacher wasn't there yet, so we talked until he came. When he finally came in, I wasn't even surprised that it wasn't Mr. Jewett.

"Hello aru. Sorry I'm late. I'm Mr. Wang aru."

"What does aru mean?" asked Jonathon.

"Umm, I'm not sure aru. I just always use it, so it's become a habit. Okay, we're just going to watch You Tube videos today aru!"

"Yay!" said the whole class.

So, we watched a bunch of random YouTube videos that people wanted to watch. When the tone toned, everyone reluctantly left, watching the last few seconds of the last video before finally leaving the room. I grabbed my lunch and headed to my next class, Geometry. When I walked in, the tone toned just before I sat down in my seat. I looked to the front of the room and saw a sleeping man there.

"Hey, should someone wake him up or something?" asked Aleisha.

"Hey, dude, wake up!" shouted Cole.

The man slowly opened his eyes and said, "I'm awake… I'm Mr. Karpusi… Today is just a study hall…"

He then fell back asleep. I got out the homework I had to do for Advanced Algebra and got it done quickly. When I had finished, I had nothing better to do than to think about all the weird teachers today. First it was, umm, Mr. umm, Mr. Williams. Then it was Mr. Braginski. Then Señor Carriedo, Mr. Wang, and now Mr. Karpusi. Maybe it was some sort of World/Culture Appreciation week or something and all the other teachers had the week off. Or maybe it was Just that every teacher in the school got to go on a vacation, at the same time. The whole thing didn't make any sense. When the tone toned, I walked to the science wing to the Chemistry room to eat with Jess and Fang.

"What do you guys think of all these weird teachers?" I asked them.

"I don't really know what to think," said Fang. "But you were right, Mr. Braginski is really creepy."

I quickly looked to the front of the room to make sure Mr. Braginski wasn't there to hear that. After confirming that he was somewhere else, I breathed a mental sigh of relief.

"What teachers have you had so far Rissy?" asked Jess.

"First I had umm, Mr. Williams, and then I had Mr. Braginski, then Señor Carriedo, Mr. Wang, and Mr. Karpusi. How about you?"

"I've had Mr. Williams, Mr. Jones, Mr. Beilschmidt, Señor Carriedo, and Mr. Braginski. Fang? How about you?"

"I've had Mr. Beilschmidt, Mr. Väinämöinen, Mr. Bonnefoy, Mr. Wang, and Mr. Braginski."

"We've all had Mr. Braginski so far, and next hour Fang and I are going to have Mr. Jones, so then we can talk more about this. But what do we all think about Mr. Braginski?"

"That he's extremely creepy," said Fang.

"Exactly. How can someone be that creepy though?"

"Maybe he's just one of those creepy stalkerish people."

"Meh, maybe," I said as the tone toned.

We talked for a little bit longer about the weird teachers before our friend Haley walked into the room.

"Hey guys. Have you had any weird teachers today?"

"Yeah, we've all had really weird teachers all day. Do you know what's going on?"

"No, I don't. I've tried to ask the teachers, but they never answer."

"That's weird," said Jess.

"Yeah, why wouldn't they respond?" I said.

The tone toned again, so we got our stuff and headed to our next classes. I walked to U.S. History with Fang and heard Mr. Jones before I saw him.

"Hey, dudes? Ready to learn some stuff about meeester Jones?" he said, awkwardly saying Mister.

"Were you about to say me?" I asked.

"Umm, no, what makes you think that?" he asked, laughing nervously.

Fang and I sat in our seats, leaving Mr. Jones to talk to the other students walking in. When the tone toned, Mr. Jones started class.

"So! What should we do today?" he asked.

"I think we should sleep," said Zach.

"Hahaha! Sleep? No way, dude, you don't need to sleep!"

"But I'm tired," mumbled Zach.

"But I meant what we should talk about! Like, umm, the Civil…wait, no the Revolutionary…no, how about, umm, I don't know, whatever you want to talk about with the history of America!"

"Okay, how about the Civil War," said Edwin, wanting to do something Mr. Jones seemed uncomfortable with.

"U-Umm, okay! Yeah, the Civil War! U-Umm, yeah, so the 2-I mean South fought the North, but the North won! Because the hero was on their side! Hahaha!"

"Umm, who's the hero?" asked Fang.

"Oh, well, oops, umm, it was the North!"

"And you said something with 2. What was that about?" asked Bekah.

"U-Umm, well, they were second, because they lost! Yeah! That's it!"

"Okayy. What about the Revolutionary War?" asked Zach.

"Oh. Well, umm, America broke free of England's control, and we were both extremely sad and the mud and the rain and-and-OH CRAP I ALMOST GAVE IT AWAY!"

"Almost gave what away?" asked Chance.

"U-U-U-Ummmmm, n-nothin'! Nothin' at all! Yup! Nothin'! Okay! Moving on! How about something recent?"

"What do you think about 9/11?" I asked.

Mr. Jones' face immediately fell and he looked like he was about to cry.

"Umm, I don't really want to talk about that. Something else, please."

"How about Europe?"

"I love Europe! They're really great over there! I especially like England! I do sort of miss him sometimes… Oh,oops! Umm, but they're all pretty great over there!"

The rest of the period went in a similar way: a person would ask a question and Mr. Jones would answer. When the tone finally toned, I didn't want class to be over. That had actually been kind of fun. Fang and I walked out of the history room and all the way down to the band room. I grabbed my flute and walked into the band room, sitting next to Jess, who played the clarinet. Fang walked to the back with her baritone. I looked to the podium and instead of seeing Mr. Karsten, there was a different person standing in the front.

"My name is Mr. Edelstein and I will be your music teacher for today. Please take out your books and we're going to play number five."

There was a collective groan, because we played that one so much.

"No groaning, only playing!"

He then held up his baton and started to direct. We started to play and when we finished, he said, "That was beautiful for a band your size." (A/N: which is about 30-40 people. (and only 2 of those are flutes! :'( ))

We played beautifully for Mr. Edelstein, and when the tone toned, I didn't want band to end either. I put my flute away and walked out to the bus, getting on and thinking about my weird day.

A/N: Yes, judge me all you want… Our school is small, my schedule is weird, there are only two flutes in our band, and we have a tone instead of a bell, so just judge me. :( More countries shall come in soon though! Not tomorrow (in the story, so Tuesday) but Wednesday. I shall include more! ! I'm posting this for my birthday, which is now! (12:32 AM, September 22, 2012) And I'm going to update all my updateable stories today too! So read this, judge me, and review! (and for the Spanish, I'm feeling too lazy to type out the translations, so plug it in to Google translate. Okay, I'm done now!)