[Diary] Where is the "field"? ~Persuasiveness, Credibility, Happiness, and...~

"Could you please not look down on the countryside?"

(Nobody said anything like that...)
(I'm going with the 'mentally unstable woman theater' act today.)

(No, thank you.)

A remote area in Shimizu Ward, Shizuoka City...
I am not from this school district, nor do I live here now, but
since you cannot have two Kōbun Shosha classrooms in the same school district,
I chose this area.

Compared to where...?
Well, it's not a big city.
And I can't really call it 'the countryside' too much either,
because the school district where my classroom is located

is the town where Alice Hirose and Suzu Hirose
were born and raised,
and it's the area where the elementary and junior high schools they attended are located.

Alice Hirose and Suzu Hirose are also good at calligraphy, aren't they?
I have a mission to create the second set of Hirose sisters...

Yes, that is absolutely not the case.

I have nothing but gratitude for everyone
who accepted me
in an unfamiliar place where I had no local knowledge at all.

Every Wednesday is classroom day.
Every time a 'day' ends,
for some reason, I feel happy.

I am asking myself, 'Why is that?'

◎At first,
I thought it was because I was getting carried away being called 'Teacher', 'Teacher'.

I thought this was it. (Hmm?)

◎Next,
I thought it was because I am "praising" others.
For a whole day, I praise each and every person.
It is never just flattery,
I truly think they are "amazing" from my heart, and I praise them profusely.

"The brain cannot understand the subject."
I thought, this is it.

I keep praising people. That is equal to
being praised all day long,

and that is why I thought I feel happy.



◎And the next thing I thought was
it is because I am surrounded by "beautiful" things all day long.
The handwriting, the classroom, the words, the gestures (manners and etiquette),
everything I feel with my five senses is "beautiful."

The "appearance" is...
Yes, lookism.

Like the Hirose sisters,
there are so many cute children that I wonder, "Are all the children in this area cute?"
and their mothers are all cute too...
I wonder... can "cuteness" really be this consistent?

Of course, I am looking at them with lecherous eyes.

(Get back to work)

Perhaps people are happy
when what they see is "beautiful."




◎And, what I have been thinking recently is
"I am happy to be on the front line."


For me, the classroom is my axis,
and I realized that I love
meeting people directly and

being able to teach them directly.



Inevitably,
whether it is a person or an organization,
the higher the position,
the further one gets from the "front line,"
one stops doing things oneself,
and I think one loses touch with the temperature? of the front line.

Perhaps I
dislike that.

Because the "front line" is
the "end" of an organization, but at the same time, it is the "cutting edge" and the "forefront."

(So cool)

No matter how good my handwriting is,
no matter how famous I become,
(This guy is planning to become famous...)

my axis is the classroom,
and I am who I am because of this classroom.

I don't have a Cinderella story?...
Like, "I used to have terrible handwriting,
but now my handwriting has become this beautiful."

(It's a struggle...)

Since I was old enough to know better, my handwriting was good,
better than children who go to calligraphy classes,
and well, even now...

(Yes, I'll go get stabbed for a moment around here.)

That means,
I don't know the pain of people who "cannot write."

That is precisely why
I want to keep placing myself on the front line.
・What they don't understand
・Where they stumble
・What they worry about
I must be taught
the many small questions of people who "cannot write."

...
If I don't keep feeling this on the front line,
I think I will lose my mind.

And above all,
the credibility of each and every one of those words...
What can a person who doesn't know the field possibly say?

The persuasiveness of those words...
Even though I have "tiny" handwriting,
can I really talk about how to make handwriting beautiful?

I don't want to lose that.

What you say and what you do
must be consistent.
What you say and the characters you write
must be proportional.

Oh.

Is that why I talk big...

(Because I'm human,
because I'm weak,
there are times when I can't do it, right?)

(What is this follow-up... Just stick to being "hated," me.)

The meaning of my "living in the field"
is to learn that just being good at writing characters isn't enough.

I finished my day today
and felt happy,
so I wrote this in that flow.

"The answer is only in the field."
"The answer is held by the other person."

I live by having that taught to me.

(Huh, the mentally unstable woman isn't appearing...)
I'll put her in at the end.

'Which is more important, your work or me?'

'Both are important.'

<Aside>
I don't really like the question, 'Do you prefer a calligraphy brush or a pencil?'
Somehow...

It sounds the same as 'Do you like your dad or your mom better?'...

At the end of a happy day,
this was just a diary entry.

'Look only at me.'
'Why are you looking at other women?'

('Well, everyone looks at them by instinct, don't they?')

Yes,

Please look at my handwriting.
There are no mistakes.

'The woman I fell in love with was no mistake,'
because I will make you think that.

(Oh, she's actually a great woman)