2008.01.31
Although I seem to be seen (?) as logical and cool, I'm actually quite easily moved. When Mizuki Noguchi dynamically powered through the slope past the 35-kilometer mark of the marathon that secured her spot in the Olympics, using every last bit of her strength, I can't help but think "amazing" at such an extraordinary display of power from a top athlete. However, what truly brings a tear to my eye are much more ordinary scenes. It's the gestures and expressions that ordinary people show in a moment when they are trying their best in a slightly difficult situation.
As our competitive society advances and social polarization becomes more pronounced, how to support high school students who refuse to attend school has become a major issue. Since it is not compulsory education, the government cannot guarantee support. While it is a serious problem for each individual involved, the government can only respond based on numbers. Amid a sharp decline in the total number of children due to the falling birthrate, public part-time high schools across the country are rapidly being closed. Free schools, support schools, and schools established as stock companies in special zones are taking on a substantial part of this role.
In a small mountain town, there is a school that accepts students who refuse to attend school or are social recluses (hikikomori). While no longer uncommon, local volunteer groups play a significant role by providing students with opportunities for hands-on learning, such as charcoal making, soba noodle making, and dyeing. High school students with dyed hair, piercings, and a delinquent-like appearance are surprisingly earnest in their work. Although there are calls for improving academic performance, for these children, it is first important to have experiences where they can engage with society on their own terms. Local elderly volunteers, rich in life experience, are supporting these young people who, for various reasons, have fallen a little behind in life.
There is a group making pottery. A boy is working on it with great enthusiasm. But then, an accident: the piece he is making cracks in the final stage. His face clouds over in an instant, as if to say, "This wasn't supposed to happen." Without a moment's hesitation, an elderly female volunteer gently places her hand on his shoulder. The look on his face at that moment—a little embarrassed, yet pleased. I have a soft spot for moments like these.
(Date of publication: 2008/01/31)