There's Biology, Chemistry and Anatomy but you can forget ever doing anything in Chemistry and Anatomy. For one thing, all the Bunsen burners are broken and it's be completely irresponsible since all the safety equipment has either fallen apart or long since disappeared. You may think that the awful stench given off by such projects would be nonexistent on such circumstances, but then you'd be wrong. The smell lingers heavily (probably the teacher's stash of dead cats) in the hallway that it interferes with the mathematics department.

The stairwell leading to the school basement is located near the back of the science department. The steps are old and creak when you go down, and once you get there it smells like mold and anesthetic. Old trashcans and cleaning supplies are piled up along the back wall, as well as old sports equipment. Made by the school madman, a secret door is covered under the stairwell, where there is a large grungy room complete with dim lighting, a full body operating table with thick leather straps, a furnace, and tens of beakers filled with dangerous looking concoctions. 6-foot tall metal cabinets are filled with vials of acids, other chemicals, Bunsen burners, even jumper cables. The back wall harbors a freezer filled with dissected animals. Such a strange place, good thing it's locked... most of the time.

Well, the mathematics department is composed of the typical math classes you'd find anywhere, nothing too fancy if only because the school can't afford it like most things. They don't even see textbooks anymore because the damn things are so terribly destroyed, thank God the last calculator is still good enough to use even if there's only one and a few keys are missing. Who needs the up arrow anyways? Okay, so browsing through the functions is a little more complicated now than it needs to be, but that's what happens when you don't bring your own calculator and take such things for granted.

There's the basic history classes, one economics class and geography. They experience the same turmoil as the other departments, however they feel its their rightful duty to correct these wrongs by speaking loudly during staff meetings. An intense knowledge of history gives these teachers a knowing of how things end and they take it upon themselves to preach about the comings of the school. Always with their crack-pot theories and such and other. It's a wonder anyone learns anything except how school funding is wasted on the language department.

If you thought your school's art department was in crisis, behold Naibasho High's sad, sad, sad excuse for art: The painting class is forced to use basic notebook paper for all their works, with rough brushes that require a very delicate hand otherwise the paper with tear to pieces. And then the sculpture class is always scrounging for materials, showing no hesitations to steal foil from the garbage or take it from their peers. Those projects need to get done somehow! And the art teacher is so off his rocker, what with preaching about how art is all around, he takes no excuses when you fail to turn in assignments due to lack of materials.