I Fought the Legacy to Save My Daughter—A True Story of How the Hybrid Theory Was Born (Part 2)

This is the story from before I conceived the hybrid theory.

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*This article is a recreation of events at the time. It may differ from current educational policies.

*The first part is based on facts, while the second part has been reconstructed as a narrative so that readers can relive the experience.

Synopsis and Supplementary Notes from the Previous Part

■ The Beginning: The "Small Discrepancy" Felt at Enrollment

On the day of the entrance ceremony, I had already received the "seed of discomfort."

The "message of encouragement from teachers" distributed to new students.
The passage from the math teacher in it really bothered me.

The character for "profit" appeared in every single line.

This small sense of discomfort was the "omen" of what would happen later.

■ The Omen: Form for the Sake of Form

Soon after enrollment, the school's "formalism" began to show.

• A written apology just for a smartphone alarm going off

• Making even parents write apologies

• "Making students follow rules" is prioritized over the purpose of the rules

I convinced myself, "Well, it's a preparatory school, so it must be strict."

■ Acceleration: Management That Doesn't See the Reality on the Ground

At the sports festival, the efforts of the broadcasting club, who worked behind the scenes, were
dismissed as "nothing special."

The words of adults who did not know the reality of the situation
left a deep sense of helplessness in my daughter's heart.

■ Collapse: Hyperventilation and "That Remark" from the Homeroom Teacher

The decisive incident occurred during a math class.

The homeroom teacher, who was also a sports club advisor,
dominated the classroom with shouting and intimidation.

Unable to endure that atmosphere, my daughter collapsed from hyperventilation.

A few days later, I received a call from the school.

With those words, I realized something.

"They know that their own guidance is driving the child into a corner."

■ And Then—I Myself Was a Legacy

In fact, at this time,
I was suppressing my daughter's voice saying "I want to quit" using my own legacy mode.

▪️ "If you don't go to school, you'll have trouble in the future"

• "I know because I've experienced it"

• "Not going is just being spoiled"

And with the homeroom teacher's remark, "Is the incident from the other day related?"
something inside me completely flipped.

■ Awakening: Taking the Helm as the Chief Executive

I made up my mind as the "chief executive" of my daughter's life.

From here,
a battle begins to intervene in the massive system called school, all on my own.

🔲 This is where the story continues

After discussing it with my wife many times, I had made up my mind.

—The next time my daughter says she 'doesn't want to go,' I will trigger the plan.

It was two days later.

Morning. The house still held a cold chill. However, my daughter's room was wrapped in an eerie silence.

I called out to my daughter, who wouldn't come out from under her covers.

What's wrong?

A trembling voice came back from under the futon.

...I don't want to go anymore. But I know. You're going to say no, right...?

That voice was a raspy SOS, the kind a heart pushed beyond its limits squeezes out at the very end.

I spoke slowly and deliberately.

No, you don't have to go. ...No, don't go. Instead, find a part-time job.

I felt my daughter freeze under the futon.

...Huh? Is that okay?

It is. Don't go at all. I will handle all the negotiations with the school.

At that moment, my daughter's expression brightened just a little. Then, she picked up her smartphone and started looking for a part-time job.

My wife, at first, felt anxious about our daughter walking a path different from other children. That is a natural reaction for a parent.

But I said,

Does she look like she's going to go off the rails just because she's quitting school? She looks like she's searching for an emergency exit. It's not running away. It's a staircase to go higher.

My wife was silent for a while, but eventually, she gave a small nod.

In fact, my wife herself dropped out of high school.
She is a "tough one" who went to Osaka alone to train to become a hairdresser.

The blood runs true.

I asked with a laugh.

"Why did you drop out of high school again?"

"Because it felt like a waste, and I wanted to become a hairdresser as soon as possible."

"Hahaha, it really is in the blood. You're just like our daughter."

My wife laughed too.

"That's true. Because I don't regret it even one millimeter."

"That's for sure."

My wife was a senior who had already climbed the emergency stairs.
And now, our daughter is trying to climb those same stairs.

Pushing her forward was not a duty as a parent, but
"pride as someone who shares the same blood."

Please also refer to this for my thoughts at the time
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When I told the teacher, "We are considering having our daughter withdraw from school," they were surprised, but since a meeting was necessary, it was scheduled for one week later.

In the quiet room in the evening, my daughter's smartphone kept vibrating softly.
Hectic messages from her classmates were lined up on the screen.

"We can't start the seat change if you're not here! Come quickly!"
"If our home economics group isn't complete, our grades will go down!"

My daughter's fingertips were restless as she stared at the text, and her gaze was wavering.
"...Maybe I should go just for that time."
A small voice.
I immediately sensed the "impatience" and "guilt" hidden deep within that voice.

I slowly shook my head.
"That logic doesn't make sense. I'll type the message, so you forward it."

After a moment of hesitation, my daughter nodded and said, "Yes."

Choosing my words carefully, I typed out the message for my daughter to send.

"Currently, my parents have decided to temporarily stop me from attending school. We plan to schedule a meeting with the teachers to discuss whether I will continue attending or withdraw. I apologize that I cannot meet your request at this stage. Furthermore, my father has asked for an explanation regarding the reason why seat changes are not possible and the basis for the possibility of point deductions. Is there anyone who can explain this?"

After pressing the send button, the air in the room felt a little heavier.
A short while later, the only reply that came back was a brief, "Don't worry about it."

At that moment, I quietly made up my mind.
This might not be a decision an ordinary parent would make.
Even so, it was the path I chose to protect my daughter.

I placed my hand on my daughter's shoulder and said to her directly.

"If you've decided, don't look back; let's look forward."

Those words were meant for my daughter,
and at the same time, they were a declaration to myself to cut off any hesitation.

■ Storming the Stronghold and the "Mirror of Society"

November 24, 2021

The door to the meeting room opened quietly, and three teachers entered.
They had the appearance of veterans with streaks of gray hair.
However, their expressions betrayed a sense of "habituation" born from years of experience.

—Another parent complaint, I suppose.
—Just follow the manual and it will be over.

That atmosphere was visible through the way they walked and the way they sat in their chairs.

I took a deep breath and quietly removed the mask of "parental apology" that had wavered in the first part.
The person here today is the one ultimately responsible for my daughter's life.

First, I calmly presented our future plan.
We will withdraw from the school.
She is already almost certain to pass the High School Equivalency Exam.
After that, she will work a part-time job while attending a prep school, aiming for university entrance.

The teachers looked at each other and opened their mouths in a troubled manner.

"In reality, it's difficult. There are other high schools and correspondence schools that accept students who refuse to attend school, and..."

As I listened to those words, I thought quietly to myself. --Why is a high school necessary to obtain a high school equivalency certificate?

"No, I will decide that. My daughter has started a part-time job today. She has already moved on to the next step."

I clearly indicated that I had no intention of complying with their attempts to hold her back.

Then, I entered the main topic. I needed to confirm whether there were any discrepancies in what I had heard from my daughter.

"I heard that when you provide guidance, you hit the teacher's desk or the blackboard with a large ruler, making a loud noise. Is that an action that you feel is absolutely necessary?"

The homeroom teacher answered while keeping their gaze lowered.

"...No, it is not necessary."

(Then don't do it.)

I muttered in my heart, but I did not show it on my face.

Silence fell. That silence was a silence searching for an escape.

There, I confronted them with the "logic" that modern educational settings cannot avoid.

"In this day and age, if one wanted to, it is not rare for voices to be picked up by an IC recorder and spread on social media. Can you say with certainty that you would not be ashamed if your words left this closed room and spread to the outside world?"

The teachers exchanged glances with each other and then answered quietly.

"...I couldn't let it be heard."

(Huh? Do you not have any educational philosophy?)

I stepped into the core of the matter.

"When I lecture my daughter, I am always conscious of it. When my daughter tells her friends, 'My father said this to me,' will the world say, 'That is correct,' or 'That is an outrageous father'? I am conscious of how much that difference affects a child's heart. --Is your education 'acceptable' as something to be passed on to the next generation?"

At that moment, the air in the interview room changed. The humidity dropped, the temperature fell, and everyone moved slightly away from the backrests of their chairs.

It was a question with no escape.
And they could not answer it.

■ 2. The Cowardice of the Legacy Exposed, and the Hammer of Mercy

It was the homeroom teacher who broke the heavy silence.

“...I was told by those above me, too. Well, I actually intended to keep it more restrained than last year, so it wasn't that bad this year, you know~”

“Intended to keep it restrained.”
“Better than last year.”

That flippancy was completely out of proportion to the weight of the pain my daughter had been carrying.
There was not a shred of a stance to empathize with a student's suffering, nor any pride as an educator.

※ The AIs I use for editing were all furious at this statement.
Even the AI that usually advocates for caution gave the go-ahead, saying, “This should be exposed to the public.”
Of course, there is no embellishment whatsoever.

The homeroom teacher's words were a declaration of defeat as an educator.

Changing one's attitude based on “organizational power dynamics” rather than “student growth.”
Changing guidance based on which way the wind blows, rather than conviction.

In that moment, I realized.
“Education” does not exist in this place.

From my position as a hairdresser who has trained juniors,
I prefaced by saying, “I apologize if this sounds arrogant,”
and spoke about what education is, the weight of words,
and how delicate and responsible the act of raising people is.

Before I knew it, almost an hour of the meeting had become my solo performance.
The teachers did not argue back.
—Perhaps that is also part of the manual.

Although I had more I wanted to say, I drew a line.

“Please proceed with the withdrawal paperwork.”

I stated it quietly, yet unwaveringly.

■ The Evasion of the Other Grade Head

The other grade head had remained silent the entire time my questioning continued.
As if they didn't exist there at all.

But the moment I announced my intention to withdraw, they finally opened their mouth.

“...Does this have something to do with me as well?”

At those words, I held my breath for a fleeting moment.

—Does he truly believe he has nothing to do with this?
—Does he not feel any responsibility as the grade head for what is happening at this school?

I answered quietly.

“No, I haven't been told anything. It’s just... how guidance is received varies completely from student to student. There are students who feel motivated to ‘do their best’ by a teacher’s words, and there are those who brush them off as ‘irrelevant.’
And then, there are students who are crushed by them.
That is precisely why every single word requires consideration. If you are concerned, then some reflection is necessary, isn't it?”

At that moment, the grade head’s expression wavered slightly.
However, no further words came out.

A heavy silence remained in the meeting room.

The grade head finally broke the silence.
His voice was laced with a tremor that could have been impatience or a plea.

“I deeply regret what happened this time. Therefore... could you please let us keep watching over your daughter at this school a little longer?”

Those words were like a rope thrown by a sinking ship as a last resort.
However, that rope was far too late, and far too light.

I delivered the sharpest blow of the day.

“No, if you say you are reflecting, I will accept that with gratitude. But please direct those feelings toward the ‘other students’ who are here right now.
We are no longer looking back. We are looking forward and starting to walk ahead. ...Excuse me.”

I bowed deeply and quietly pulled back my chair.
The sound cut through the air of the meeting room.

Not one of the three teachers could offer a reply.
They must have known that if they opened their mouths, something would crumble.

I wasn't just doing this to protect my daughter.
I had presented this corrupt organization with the homework of ‘responsibility as an educator,’
in a way that left them with nowhere to run.

The moment I left the interview room, I felt the air behind me sink heavily.
However, my steps were light.
Because the future I would walk with my daughter was already outside of this school.

■ 3. The "Declaration of Victory" and the Next Battlefield

As we left the school, I told my daughter.

When we returned home, my daughter sat on the sofa, her expression slightly less tense.
I sat down next to her and spoke quietly.

“You are the one who won.
You raised your voice, you moved me, and you snatched victory from the hands of unreasonable adults.
You changed the world (the adults) with your own power.”

My daughter blinked in surprise.
Deep in her eyes, the pain she had suppressed until today and the strength born from it were flickering.

This is not a “setback”.
It was a moment of “awakening,” where she rejected a corrupt system herself.

I had my daughter set her withdrawal date as the “first day of her new part-time job”.
This was to shift her perspective from the closed system of school to the reality of society.
I didn't want to stain the steps she was taking toward the future with backward-looking memories.

■ The “Truth” My Daughter Told After Returning Home

After deciding to quit school, my daughter changed little by little.
Her part-time job at a wedding hall was decided, and although I couldn't make it too flashy, I styled her hair into a wolf cut and added a subtle color.
Smiling in front of the mirror, my daughter had a much brighter expression than when she was attending school.

That night, I suddenly asked about the grade head teacher.

“...How was that teacher?”

My daughter said, “Ah, you mean that one?” and began to talk about an incident right after enrollment.

An assembly in the gymnasium.
In front of the newly enrolled students, whose uniform sleeves were still stiff, the grade head teacher reportedly blurted out this:

“With scores like that... If you don't try harder, you aren't worthy of this school.”

A tone filled with sarcasm.
Words that, rather than encouraging the students' futures, seemed to discard children who had only just taken their first step.

—'Irrelevant'?
You saw my daughter as an 'unsuitable student' from the very beginning, didn't you?

The same person said this, with the withdrawal papers lying before them.

'Could you please let us watch over your daughter at this school a little longer...?'

'Watch over'?
You have already watched enough.
And you hurt my daughter.

■ The Disappearance of the Principal's Interview

Originally, an interview with the principal had also been scheduled.
I was told, 'We will contact you as soon as the date is set,' but in the end, only a brief message from the homeroom teacher arrived.

'The principal also understands that the parents' intentions are firm, so we will proceed with the withdrawal procedures in accordance with your wishes.'

I had a desire to question the principal about this matter as well.
However, that opportunity was never given.

—It can't be helped.
I no longer expect anything from this school.

My daughter has already started moving forward.
I, too, will simply walk so as not to lose sight of her back.

■ Epilogue: The Trials Have Only Just Begun

However, escaping the legacy
did not immediately mean the completion of peace.

Even in the new battlefield of society,
a lack of understanding of disabilities and old-fashioned systems stood in my daughter's way.

My daughter is still fighting today.
I, too, as a parent and as a thinker,
continue to struggle with the balance between individual dignity and social systems.

Although the light at the exit flickers in and out of view, my aspirations are still halfway there.

But that 'victory' on that day
became the unwavering origin of Hybrid Theory.

Against an absurd legacy,
However, when I tell this story to those who do not know the background, there are certainly opinions like, 'Wasn't it too early?'
'Even so, you should have made her endure high school.'
Such opinions certainly exist.
However, while I am convinced that this decision was not wrong, perhaps it was 80% correct and there might have been a different way for the other 20%.
I think that is a task for the future.

And our battle continues even now.

🤖 To those using Hybrid Theory with AI
If you teach an AI the prompts for Hybrid Theory,
you can organize your situation from multiple perspectives,
alongside Adlerian psychology, Jung, and MBTI.

By combining the light shed by existing psychology
with the 'mode bias' and 'fluctuations' handled by Hybrid Theory,
the overall picture of the mind becomes clearer.

If you are interested, please feel free to use this prompt.

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