What is the promise?
I hear that there are cultures in the world where you have to drink only a thousand needles when you break a promise.
I wonder, some people shudder that promises are to be broken.
I believe that a promise is normal for me.
I won't keep the promises I made or the promises I'm unlikely to make.
That was normal and I was somewhere proud that I was normal.
I'm not like those fuckers who can't keep promises like this, I'm not like those basin darkers who promise to be tolerant of what they can't or won't do.
Yes, I told myself, I lived turning away from a reality I didn't think I would...
"Shisei-shiku sarcasm"
"What's the dream sea night (Yuya), did you forget your homework again? You promised your teacher yesterday, didn't you? Today is the day to get here.
"I did it right. - I'm gonna bring it back. -"
"Right...... ok. Did you do it right? Let's get it right tomorrow. I have some homework for today, but can you do it?
Yeah, I'll do it.
I was a teacher in elementary school.
He was in fifth grade.
Twenty-five children, eighteen of whom I think are decent.
The kid who doesn't keep his word like this and his fucking parents.
There were about seven guys in this class that I didn't count with children, students.
The same goes for the idiot kid, Murakami, and Yuya.
We have the same interaction every day, the other decent kids are laughing couscous, and the kid who doesn't is lucky enough to do his homework or not.
Maybe it's better to just declare you forgot.
This is me, but I have a good reputation from parents and children.
I teach decent kids enthusiastically, and they're perfect for responding to questions. He seems to be mistaken for being a gentle teacher who doesn't scold because he leaves the kid who isn't again.
It was therefore relatively easy to live a teacher's life.
Until then...
Among the seven fuckin 'kids, the more vulgar kid, the inner barrel (or soil riding), got hurt.
There is no after-school at my school.
Because I'm supposed to be home as soon as the end of the meeting is over.
They were playing with the ground seesaw without going home.
And for some reason, it's like I broke my nose with a seesaw.
I can't grasp the situation at all because this guy always just screams things that don't make sense in the infirmary.
I ended up taking her to the hospital.
I can't help it because I'm in charge.
I had an appointment with her tonight.
But the disaster was coming.
The mother of the horseman came shaking the giant and scattering her nose.
"I don't know what it is! Why not? My nose! My blood! He said he felt sorry for me! Don't you think! Explain yourself! Why the eyes! did......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
I'm even saying something with that momentum.
I don't know what you're talking about.
After school, huh?
What am I supposed to do?
I can't even explain the situation. I just had to apologize.
Later, when I visited the head teacher and the apology, he told me to remove Seesaw.
Is that okay?
I'm relieved you didn't have to ask me for compensation.
The head teacher will do well later.
He seemed to have promised to hang on to the prefecture.
But my ordeal will not end.
According to the province, they don't have such a budget.
The head teacher instructed me to cover the sea saw with a blue sheet!
You're kidding me!
Don't give me more work!
Do it yourself or ask the clerk!
Plus, you're starting from where I'm going to get my blue seat!
Guess they'll pay for the blue seat later!?
It ended up taking me until seven o'clock at night to do this work.
It was not enough to apply the seat, because it was necessary to secure it with a block so that the seesaw could not be used. I'm serious about weird things, aren't I?
And a week later, you must have seen a sea saw covered in blue sheets. The fucking kid riding dirt (if not) is...
"Why are you doing terrible things to me?
That's what you told me.
I could not understand it at the earliest and could not reply.
The next day, the riding dirt (if not) did not come to school, instead the mother came.
They recognize that the fact that nothing seesaw has been removed is an attack on them...
I still don't understand.
And they're not coming to school until it's removed.
He's a kid who burns his care everywhere.
I don't mind not attending school, but the care is surprisingly cumbersome.
For a while, it was the moment when overtime was finalized for home visits. Visit every day!?
Prints, letters for everyone in the class, class descriptions.
It's a hassle I don't like.
Country elementary schools should have been the deal to be able to go home early.
One night such a hell lasted six months.
After visiting his house as usual, I wanted to try running along the road asexually, so I took a detour.
I went all the way through the route that would take half an hour, even though it would be a minute if I went through the tunnel.
In conclusion, I am dead...
I'm not good at driving cars, I'm not used to streets, I don't have good prospects, and I don't have good road conditions.
If you run along that path with emotion, then you'd be in an accident.
I guess I was unlucky to slip.
I guess it was bad luck that the guardrail ahead where the car that lost control penetrated was broken and the cliff ahead.
I remember the moment I slipped, but not the moment I fell.
In a hazy consciousness, I was concerned that
I was anxious that I would be unable to keep my promise to marry her.