Agh, I have so many DS fanfics I want to be writing at the moment! Welp, I told my buds on the Klei forums that I would do this, so I'll try my best!

I excluded Dipper's first name just because I think you should all learn it for yourselves in Journal 3.

10-12-13 Hey, it's Dipper here! Guess where I am? Gravity Falls! Our school got damaged during an earthquake, so Mabel had the awesome idea to come up here for school until it was fixed, and surprisingly, our parents agreed.

We got ahold of Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford, and now, we're back till November! I have to keep up with my homework, but Grunkle Ford and I have plenty of anomaly hunting to do in the meantime!

So, I'm going to get started with an anomaly I found as soon as I started school: The Gentlemen Scientist!

Okay, that probably sounds kind of weird. Let me start over.

Yesterday was the first day of school…

"C'mon Dipper! We have to get to science class!" Mabel declared, pulling Dipper across the hall. "You like all those dumb smart guys, and I want to meet everyone here!"

"Fine, fine," Dipper replied, following his sister at a much slower pace. "But I'd rather be out hunting anomalies with Ford."

"You can join that when we finish school! I want to make sure I get seat next to Candy and Grenda first!" Mabel demanded.

"Okay," Dipper complied, letting Mabel drag him. "But if that was what you wanted, you could have just said so."

They entered the classroom, which was empty of children, except for one seat already taken by a blond girl, and stopped short. They could see their teacher from behind the desk, but his appearance left quite a first impression on the two.

He had the weirdest hair ever! I didn't notice it until later, but it stuck up like a W. At first, I just thought that he really, REALLY loved hair gel. That is, until some strange things started happening.

The twins stared from the door frame at him, until he finally looked up and noticed them. "Oh, you two must be the ones staying here temporarily. Um… Mabel and…" He looked at a list on his desk.

"Just call me Dipper," Dipper said hurriedly. "No one will know who you're talking about if you don't."

The teacher gave him an odd look, but nodded. "Alright, that's fine, Dipper. I know another person who prefers his nickname to his real name. I'm Mr. Higgsbury. You can pick your seats." He gestured to the stools around the worktables.

Mabel picked one at an empty table and put her stuff onto the chair next to it to claim the seat, probably for Candy or Grenda.

Dipper looked for a suitable spot, scanning the room. He briefly considered sitting at the desk with the student with the short blond hair and the flower, but when he passed her, she looked up from the book she was reading and gave him a look that clearly said, 'Don't think about it, Buster.' The scar on her cheek made it look like she was ready to fight him to the death, if need be.

He chose the one behind her instead.

Soon, the other students entered. Dipper gave a brief wave to Pacifica, who returned it. Candy and Grenda entered, and the latter of the two wrapped Mabel in a bear hug. "IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU!" she yelled, hoarsely.

"Please keep it down in the classroom, Ms. Grenda," Mr. Higgsbury requested from his desk. "Now, before we start, I want to introduce Mabel and Dipper Pines."

"We all know them!" the class shouted in unison, except for the blond girl.

Mr. Higgsbury took a step back, his hair bouncing slightly. Dipper narrowed his eyes. Odd.

"Well, um, then, I suppose no introductions are in order… Unless you want to tell Wendy something about yourselves?" he suggested, gesturing towards the girl with the flower in her hair. Her name was Wendy? She was nothing like the Wendy Dipper knew well.

Wendy, who still sat alone, looked up, then shook her head. "It's fine, Wilson," she replied. Wilson must be Mr. Higgsbury's first name. Dipper wondered how they were on a first name basis. "I don't really care."

…Rude.

He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. It bounced up again. "Alright. Fine. Today, we will be doing chemical experiments." He gained an odd sort of glow in his eyes.

Wendy raised her hand. "Are you sure you want to do this? Blowing things up seems more like something Willow would do."

"Who said I was blowing things up?!" he barked back at her. "I am a scientist, so I know what to do!" He noticed the whole class staring at him. "Um, I apologize for my outburst. And no, Wendy, I will not be blowing anything up; I am not that stupid."

"… Alright."

He shot her a look of annoyance and continued. "Of course, making chemicals explode is fun and all, and looks nice, but that's only the sort of thing that happens in silly old timey movies where someone turns into a werewolf or other nonsense. Most chemical reactions simply make a little bit of heat, or make bubbles. You need to mix two very volatile chemicals to make a real explosion."

He put on safety goggles and rubber gloves. "So, I'm going to show you some small reactions today, and then we will review them afterwards."

Dipper felt as though this would be rather boring. He had already experimented on all the chemicals in the kitchen in Piedmont since before he was five. Nevertheless, he got on his safety goggles, simply out of compliance.

"Now, baking soda and vinegar…" Mr. Higgsbury said, dumping the white powder into the cup, "simply fizzes over and makes a mess." The cup did just that. Dipper started to feel his eyes get heavy from boredom. "I'm sure you all know it's because it's an acid and a base." He picked up another bottle. "Now, I made this formula at home. It's mildly basic, and I'll mix it into an acidic liquid. This reaction should be a little bigger, but not by much."

"Wilson-" Wendy started, without raising her hand.

"Wendy, please save your comments for afterwards," he said, not paying attention. "Some people are trying to see science in action."

"But Wilson-"

"Not now, Wendy!" he cut her off. Carefully, he tipped the liquid in.

Wendy turned around to face Dipper. "I'd duck, if I were you," she whispered, then put her hands over her head and slipped silently to the ground, unknown to Mr. Higgsbury. Dipper glanced over to the teacher and did a double take. The mixture was starting to glow and increasing in brightness. He was just a second too short in following Wendy's lead.

Mr. Higgsbury began: "If-"

That was as far as he got before the mixture blew up in his face, sending a plume of smoke and a shock wave through the classroom.

Dipper felt his hat blow off. He blinked, trying to get the smoke out of his eyes. "Wh-*hack*-what was that?!" he choked out. He looked around. No one seemed hurt, but the astonishment was shared throughout the students.

Mr. Higgsbury emerged from the dust cloud, coughing like there was no tomorrow. "W-*hack-hack*-endy! What *hack* d-id you *hack* do?!"

His hair was all crazy from the explosion, and super out of shape. It looked like a rabid badger or something. Gotta admit, it was pretty funny.

Wendy emerged, dusting off her clothes. "I didn't do anything. I meant to tell you; that was Ms. Wickerbottom's concentrated fertilizer, not your weird science thing. It contains a few slightly explosive *cough* ingredients."

"And why *hack* didn't you tell me!?" Mr. Higgsbury coughed.

"Because you wouldn't let me," she stated.

He took a step back. "…I suppose I did. But only because you kept making rude comments before!"

"I believe an important part of chemistry is double-checking chemicals before mixing," she replied coolly.

His hair bounced back into place. "Oh… Oops."

Completely back to the W shape it was in before. Like nothing had even happened.

Things only got weirder from there.

"Well, I suppose that's an important lesson too!" he told them. "Don't do what I did, and check your chemicals!"

Blaring suddenly sounded. Mabel looked up. "Uh, what was that?"

Dipper knew that sound. "That would be the-" Water started falling from the sprinklers on the ceiling, soaking the class, the desks, and pretty much everything else. "-fire alarm."

The students screeched and ran out of the classroom, ignoring Mr. Higgsbury, who tried to rally them into a line, but failed.

Dipper shivered as soon as he went outside. There was a slight breeze, which quickly took away all warmth. Even Mabel in her sweater was struggling to keep warm.

Wendy stood apart from the group, closer to Mr. Higgsbury, and trying her best to look solemn while shivering wildly.

Mr. Higgsbury handed her his coat, which she reluctantly accepted. Now he was shivering even more. His hair had been slicked down by the water and was now plastered to his head, making it easy to see that it was much longer than it looked.

Finally the smoke cleared, and the class headed back inside. None of the staff looked too mad (except for the janitor). Dipper guessed things like this were probably normal for Gravity Falls.

As soon as they got back into the classroom, Mr. Higgsbury took some paper towels, and viciously scrubbed his hair. When he finished, his hair popped back into its original W-shape once again.

Dipper quickly got out his journal, scratching out a quick bust of his teacher, paying extra attention to the curves of his hair. He had gotten pretty talented at this fast sketching over the past year.

"Alright, sorry about all this," Mr. Higgsbury said, looking quite embarrassed. "No one was harmed, I hope?"

"They all seem to be fine, Wilson," Wendy replied, still shivering inside of his coat, "though you may want them to get home before they get pneumonia and die."

"Oh…" he looked over the class, struggling to keep warm, except for Grenda, who seemed rather indifferent. "I suppose that would be a good plan. Make sure you all get a good night's sleep for next week! We'll do dissections then!"

For the first time that entire day, Wendy's eyes actually brightened. "Oh, would you like help… gathering the specimens?"

Mr. Higgsbury took a step back, his hair fluffing up slightly. "Um, class dismissed!"

What the heck is his hair?! Does it respond to his emotions?! Is it an actual living thing on top of his head?

This warrants further investigation. But first… I think I caught a cold from being outside, and I need to get some rest. I'll ask Grunkle Ford about it later.

Wendy has short hair, because she cut it while she was in the DS world. It is on her survival skin.