«In this life we have two ways:
way to graduation - climbing,
and path degradation - descent.
path degradation is easy and pleasant,
path graduation heavy and difficult. "
(VV Shlahter)
I work in a school as a teacher of history and social, is also a classroom teacher.And I want to tell about my day and a single night of my life.So, dear reader, let's start!
Early morning.Cold, shall communicate to the ants, autumn day.Go to school.As always in a hurry on a long school corridor to his 9 "D" grade.Familiar door with the number "twenty".Several years ago, I opened it with timidity.Now I open it with joy, because here I have someone waiting.I sit down at the table, customizable.I look around the familiar office, which will soon be filled with bright, young and loud voices.Closely monitor everything happening dumb, but native to the horror "uncle" with portraits: VNTatishchev, NMKaramzin, SMSolovyov.Their stern faces barely illuminated subdued light.Chino in a row, as if on parade, lined desks.Each of them is simply a piece of furniture.It is here that takes place the miraculous discovery, born of thought, lit stars.It seems, at the first desk at the window sits a student of Diana.My Magic Wand - wand.Smart beautiful eyes looking at me with enthusiasm, and so want to meet her expectations.Next to her - Anya, a very sociable person.Even now, I hear her voice: "Evgeny, how are you doing?".Behind her classmate Sergei: his children called hedgehog, not only because of the hair, but also character.On each occasion a bitter word.How many times I get on it "fun."Once Sergey told me that he had received five.I was very happy (such events are very rare) and asked what did he get it?He replied that he had received three for Russian plus two in math.But it has always featured a special relationship to the business class - will do everything that he asked for the class, classmates.And here is the famous "Kamchatka" ....So call the last party.Why is it so hard to say.None of the educational book written about it.Maybe sitting here boys and girls for us adults as far, protected, like the Old Testament with the Vedas.Naughty, cheeky, and sometimes quiet, shy.Sometimes they cause a lot of problems.But when you sit next to the desk, you spoke to them, you open such a delicate and touchy soul that involuntarily wants to protect her from any experience.
School desks ... What secrets are kept ... children quarrel and reconciliation sweetness, tears of the two and the resulting celebration five, heated debate: who is right?And sometimes they carry memory.Memory that can not be returned, not only time, but also human.Teachers often think of Ekaterina Mikhailovna, is no longer with us: for it is from her that I inherited my desk.I recall Okulov Zhenyu, who tragically died: it seems that it is now will go to the office and sit for the third installment of the middle row, next to each other stately Alyosha.Different destinies, different ages live in my office - the study of history.Working and studying, I'm with the children growing up, gaining experience.Again and again, as the frames on the screen flashed moments of school life ...
Behind the doors of the cabinet heard hurried footsteps.It is in a hurry trying to get to the first lesson of Light - "clear the girl."Thoughtfully I rise from his chair, and deduce a clear handwriting on the blackboard: "The theme of the lesson: anti-Hitler coalition."Ring the bell."Good morning, I'm happy ..." begins a new day, a new lesson, and the river flows into the distance that day.
«The Day Lasts More Than a Hundred Years" - involuntarily recall the words of my favorite writer Chingiz Aitmatov, the works that I met when sitting - something for the school desk at the lessons of literature, and later was very fond of reading avidly."One day - it's still a lot" - confessed to his last work "One Day - One Night" writer Tatyana Ustinova, and it is necessary to agree (by the way, I advise you to check out - you'll like it!).
After a long day of work I go home, doing the necessary chores, go to bed.A dream.I was sitting behind the teacher's desk in his office.The class is empty.Carefully open the door with the number "twenty" and is a beautiful young woman and a middle-aged man.Both in business suits, tall, stately.Representing journalists, and offer to interview.I did not hesitate to agree, and tell them to a single, but the long-awaited question: "What did the school with me for the days I have spent within its walls as a teacher?" My answer: "First of all, she taught meconsistently achieve their goals.Secondly, there were quality in me that did not exist before.These qualities help me to not only work, but also in life.This stress, contact, insight, tolerance and humanity.Third, happiness.Simple human happiness from the experience on the job.Returning home from work, I feel a sense of "winged", without which we can not live."I flew" - you want to send to friends and family.And without it I can not.I do my best to this feeling did not vanish and "earn" it.Of course, faced with difficulties, but they only harden, make it possible to analyze their mistakes and correct them.For the past ten years working in the school - I want another 100 years!The authority will work, love children, and they meet the same parents grateful to colleagues at "you."In my profession, I see the meaning of life, aware of great importance of the activity.And proud of it!After all, my vocation - teacher! »
Sleep alarm clock interrupts.Time to get up.Early morning.Cold, shall communicate to the ants, autumn day.Go to school.As always in a hurry on a long school corridor ...
