The Tweets of the Failure Prince

If you have ever had the words
"cannot sit still"
written on your elementary school report card,
please raise your hand!

"Yes!"

I raise my hand enthusiastically.


In elementary school,
I was scolded all the time.
A few incidents still stick in my memory.


In the fourth grade, I was making too much noise during science class,
and my female homeroom teacher hit me on the head with a water gun,
breaking the water gun. (This was in the Showa era.)


I was also making too much noise during music class,
and the same teacher hit me on the head with a recorder,
breaking the recorder.


The teacher shoved the broken recorder at me and

"What are you going to do about this recorder?
　　　　　　　　　I'm going to make you pay for it."

Those words still ring in my ears today.
Getting hit on the head with a recorder and then having to pay for it!?
That's ridiculous!


That would be a huge problem today!


This is about when we were deciding who would conduct "Tsubasa wo Kudasai"
for the class music competition in the second year of junior high.
As soon as a friend said my name,


the female homeroom teacher started
lecturing my friend in public.

"Are you trying to
　　　　　　　　　ruin this class?"

I couldn't believe my ears when she said that.
Is that even possible?
A teacher saying that?


It was a complete "innocent bystander" situation.


This teacher also once told me,

"There is a clown in this class."

Looking back now, what on earth
was I doing?
I just wanted to make my friends laugh.
That was my only wish.

Was that what made me a clown!?

I got scolded severely whenever I did that.
Looking at it from a teacher's perspective now, I must have been difficult to handle.
I am reflecting on it just a little bit.
Just a little bit...


In high school,
I hated sitting in the front row, so to escape, I told my teacher,
"I have a chalk allergy."
Then, I was met with the unexpected response,


"Is that so?"

Since it seemed like it was going to become a big deal involving the grade head,
I said, "Please forget I said that,"
and I remember getting scolded because my lie was exposed.


There are many more stories,
but I'll leave it at that.
What a lovable student I was (lol).


Every time my failures = blunders increased,
the number of my friends increased.


Every time I messed up, I made more friends I could open up to, even if we had just met.


I truly believe that the saying used on "Waratte Iitomo!"
"A friend of a friend is a friend"
is true.


For every time I was scolded by a teacher,
my friends were happy.
At the time, that made me happier than anything.


Now, I am a teacher.
I, who was scolded so much, became a teacher.
That's why life is interesting!


I love noisy students.
It's the best if they can make the whole class burst into laughter.


It's a waste to let a failure end as just a failure.
It should be shared.
If you tell people, it becomes a laugh.
Maybe a failure experience could save someone!?


I feel like I was given stories that I can still laugh about with my friends years later.
To use an analogy, it's like a "toy box."
It's like taking out nostalgic toys you played with long ago
and talking about memories.
If adults talk about their failures happily,


children will stop being afraid of failure.
Let's talk about it, starting with us adults!!
[Summary]


◆ The number of friends you have increases by the number of your "failures."
◆ The important thing is not that failure is bad,

　but what you were able to learn from it is more important.