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Thinking out loud …
What do you remember about your school years?
School is our second home. When we enter these doors, we do not understand that this is the most beautiful place on earth. There are many events going on at school: competitions, trips, Olympiads.
Trips. These are the funniest moments from school life. Every time we were on the bus, we came up with different jokes, gags, and waved to people passing us, it was great. And the excursions we attended were exciting and interesting. Any performance in the theater was exciting and had a wonderful ending that was eagerly awaited. The camp site is my favorite place, there, indeed, we all became closer to each other, learned something new about everyone. The trips throughout my school life were truly a success.
Olympics. There we showed our skills beyond the curriculum. It was while participating in the first technology Olympiad that I discovered Portnoy’s talent. I am still doing this, and I really like this activity. She also participated in olympiads in biology and chemistry.
Competitions. This is where our creativity comes into play. We are full of ideas. Our class teacher Lyudmila Nikolaevna Lebedeva, of course, helps us and guides us in the right direction, we listen to her and respect her. We don’t always win, but we try to improve our results.
It will be very sad and depressing to lose all this in one moment. Still, school is our second home, and it’s very sad to part with it, but a part of it will always be in my heart.
Melnikova Valeria
For me, school is a joy, it is a place where it is always good and fun (despite tests and test papers). I studied in three schools. I had to start a new life with new classmates and teachers. But it is precisely this period of acquaintance that I like.
There's never a dull moment at school! It can even be a shame when you miss something due to illness, and at this time a lot of different events happen. And your friends call in the evening and tell you how much fun they had, and you really want to go to school...
It happens that it seems that teachers are finding fault, although usually we ourselves are to blame. Over the eleven years of study, no matter what events happened - all these are trifles compared to the wonderful time spent at school... Every school day is like a little life, every day it gets richer, brighter. Of course, there are tears, scandals, and swearing. But the company of beloved classmates and teachers.
Sazanova Maria
The school years are wonderful... When I was in elementary school, this phrase did not evoke any positive emotions in me. I always thought: “How can they be wonderful? A lot of homework, getting up early every day, and then spending half the day at a desk.” Now I am in 11th grade and, looking back, I understand that it was a wonderful time that will never be repeated.
And it’s not about the lessons, assignments and teachers. It's all about people and events. After all, they were the ones who filled my school life. 
life with positive, bright emotions. The first thing that comes to mind is our theatrical productions, skits and fairy tales. How we supported each other, worried that no one would forget the words. It often happened that an actor knew his friend’s text better than his own.
And the famous school competition “Strength and Grace”. How can you forget him?! It's an amazing feeling. After all, you are already an adult, you don’t need to be forced to do something, you put aside all your own affairs, go to rehearsal, strive for everything to be perfect. At this moment you recognize your classmates, that’s when the excitement begins. But the most wonderful moment comes the next day, after the competition. Arguments, conversations, emotions, and you are happy just because you were a direct participant in these events, spent time and energy on this, which gave you unforgettable memories. For every person, school is not only education: coming to the alumni meeting, I think, hardly anyone will remember the grades, and no one will forget about the moments that brought bright impressions into our lives.
Martemyanova Zhenya
I remember my school years in very, very many ways. Not a single day has passed that I haven’t remembered in some way. The most striking examples are various holidays that are held quite often at our school, various competitions in which I participated and won, and just funny moments. School No. 17 will forever remain in my memory, because they are always happy to see you here, they will help you here, listen to you and give you advice. I will always remember this school because I enjoy studying here. And now, if they ask me, I say with pride and pleasure: “I study at school No. 17.”
Bogolepov Nikita
“History Week” in the 6th grade left a big mark on my memory, during which our (then “B”) class presented a scene from the myth of the Argonauts. You can safely say: “I was the highlight of the program, because the Greek outfit fell off me, and at that time - the sheets!”
Kalyaganova Anastasia
Troshin Alexey
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What left an ice in my memory was “History Week” in the 6th grade, during which our (then “B”) class presented a scene from the myth of the Argonauts. You can safely say: “I was the highlight of the program, because the Greek outfit fell off me, and at that time - the sheets!”
My school years were also memorable thanks to the “non-standard” English teachers who forced us to dance in circles and sing songs in broken English.
Running around the school during a life safety lesson under the guidance of our former director Alexei Ivanovich Abramov was also fun. But it’s moments like these that leave vivid memories!
Don't forget, of course, graduation after 9th grade. Never before have I been able to get so many bruises in one day. Paintball is dangerous entertainment.
But you might think that we had fun only on special holidays. No, that's not true! There were always those who locked teachers in their office, broke boards, mops, doors, ran around the classroom, broke pots and globes, threw pencil cases and telephones out of the third floor windows - all this is just a small part of what I remember. These events may seem insignificant, but they are what make up our unforgettable, varied, vibrant and interesting school life!
Kalyaganova Anastasia
Eleven school years flew by quickly and imperceptibly. A lot of good and some bad has happened over the years. I remember sitting at home for weeks, reading War and Peace, sweating over function graphs until late at night. Most of all, of course, I remember the kindness of the teachers, the opportunity to come and correct the grade. I also remember the teachers themselves, who taught us for eleven years. After finishing school there will always be a desire to come back and remember your school days.
Troshin Alexey
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I remember well my first day of school - my first of September. This is one of the most precious days of my life. Music is playing near an elegant and beautiful school. Many colors. It’s as if someone is being seen off at a festive station. And among them is you. You are setting off on a long journey, on a journey to a country called School.
During this journey we learned a lot of new things and discovered unsolved mysteries. Just this morning we had no idea why there is day and night, but now we can explain it to anyone ourselves. We got acquainted with various plants and learned to grow them ourselves. We learned what electricity is and she became our friend. And most importantly: we realized what a great miracle the book is.
Every year I look forward to the first of September. For me, this is a holiday that I will remember for the rest of my life. School years are the most carefree and happiest years. Although some do not think so and want to leave school quickly, they want to be independent, adults. And sometimes they forget that the adult world is a very difficult world. Each of us has our own problems that seem very important to us. We believe that we are being burdened, not understood, forced to study, and not allowed to walk for a long time. That’s why we dream of becoming independent faster. But we don’t think about the fact that it’s much harder in adulthood. After all, when we graduate from school, our childhood ends. Like a Christmas tree, fairy tales end, like a movie, dreams end. No longer relying on someone else's tips, we must solve all the problems ourselves.
Some people think that all schools are the same. But that's not true. There are many schools, but each school, like a person, has its own face, soul, heart. And the soul of the school depends on the main characters - students and teachers. Each of us remembers something different about our home school. For some it’s discos and school evenings, for others it’s Olympiads, competitions, favorite lessons, and for me it’s the first day of school. But the most important thing is that we made real friends at school. They say that school friendships are the strongest. Maybe because we spend a lot of time together and know each other well. And, of course, at the evenings of school friends we will always have something to remember about our school life.
School years fly by very quickly. We have no time to think about the years we have lived. But at least sometimes, when entering your school, you need to stop for a moment and think that a good day awaits us. We will be met by teachers whose whole purpose in life is to teach what they themselves know. They develop our attention, memory, imagination. They help us find our way in life. And most importantly, through their deeds and their words they teach us the most important science - to be human. The teacher leads us through the years of childhood and adolescence, performs an everyday, sometimes unnoticeable feat - he gives us his knowledge, puts a piece of his heart into his students.
Probably each of us has a favorite teacher. Most often this is the class teacher. In some, this is a teacher in one of the subjects. Why do we love teachers? Most likely, for kindness and fairness, for interesting lessons and a creative approach to your work. It is a great happiness to meet such a teacher who, with his kindness and love for the subject, ignites sparks of creativity in his students. Time does not stand still. Years will pass, life will become unrecognizable. A number of today's professions will probably disappear, and new ones will appear. But as long as humanity exists, the high title of teacher will remain, there will always be a person who cannot imagine his life without students, without school. It is they, the real teachers, who do everything to make our school years truly wonderful. Therefore, we must always remember school, and we must not forget teachers. Let there be a life worthy of their efforts. Our country is famous for its teachers, and their students bring glory to it. That's why my most memorable day at school is the day I first crossed its threshold.
Hi all! In this article I will not write about increasing height, exercise, nutrition, and so on. I want to move a little away from these topics and tell you about an incident that happened to me back in 1999. Back when I was in school in the 2nd grade.
Why did I suddenly decide to write about this? Just recently I came across a body maker’s blog and found a competition there called “My Most Memorable School Day.” The title of the competition caught my attention and I immediately wanted to write about one of my school days, and at the same time publish this story here. And also in connection with this, I will open a new section on the site, which will be called “Travel”.
In fact, I don’t remember very well what happened at school. There seemed to be nothing interesting or memorable to talk about.
Well, yes, once in the third grade, my classmate Denis Fedorov found exposed wires on the football field, grabbed them and... In general, I think it’s already clear how people who are electrocuted behave. It's good that he remained alive.
I remember one more day. When in the 5th grade, sitting in a Russian language lesson, I wrote a note to Alina Baykova with the text “Alina, I love you! Let's go for a walk with you today.", threw the note across Alinka’s entire office, and the asshole Kolya, nicknamed “Beaver,” caught it and read it out loud to everyone present, including the teacher.
It was funny then... After that day, Alinka and I sat in class for another week, red as tomatoes. No one knows where Beaver disappeared to and what became of him... Just kidding.
So here it is. Let me better move on to the description of that school day, which in my memory will probably be preserved in the smallest detail for the rest of my life. This is not forgotten... The day itself was from school life, however, neither I nor my 2 friends showed up at school that day.
This happened, as I already said, in 1999. I then studied at secondary school No. 618 in the Primorsky district of St. Petersburg in the second grade. At that time our area was new, undeveloped. Outskirts of the city, quiet and all that.
I'm not a big fan of skipping classes. Moreover, during primary school I did not miss a single day. Never. Why I had such a desire that day, I can’t tell you now, I don’t know myself. Maybe because there were readings and rhythms on a schedule. That is, those lessons that my friends and I never liked, or rather, could not stand. For example, I could more or less tolerate reading, but the rhythm! This is the same PPC. Leg higher, lower, stand this way and that... Tough...
In short, we gave up on school then. So we thought that the next day we could write out notes from our parents for ourselves (and, of course, everyone would take the three of us at our word, yeah, naive). What should we do, where should we go? It’s clear that you can’t hang around near your school or home, because your friends will set you on fire and tell your parents.
At that moment, one of my friends, whose name was Pashka Chernyshov (the other was called Vasek Babikov), suggested going to an abandoned wooden house, which was located not far from a small bell tower on the edge of the city. He says that there used to be an evil butcher, whom many knew. The butcher died, but no one touched his house.
I don’t know all the details, but people said that some kind of spirit lives there. Like this spirit guards the house and therefore even all sorts of drunken companies that usually hang out in such houses avoid it. Also, that there is a certain closet in the house in which there is still a butcher knife... After the death of the owner, the house was not opened, no one went there, everyone was scared...
I like these kinds of things, so the idea seemed cool from the very beginning, but Vasek panicked. He's stubborn and says he won't go. For about 10 minutes, Pashka and I verbally processed him - “Are you even a man?”, “You’re behaving like a coward!” and so on. He finally couldn’t stand it and agreed.
Looking ahead, I will say that Vasya is just a real man! Vasek, if you are reading this, please accept a HUGE thank you from me for your help to me that day. I am your debtor, know this. If it weren’t for you, I probably wouldn’t be typing this text now. And not only text. In general, I wouldn’t have started this site, because there would be no one...
So that’s why we went there, we decided to go to this old house on the edge of the city. We've arrived. Nothing special, an ordinary wooden house. These are often built in Russian villages. There is an abandoned vegetable garden nearby and a small outbuilding on the side. First we came to the annex. It was about 3 by 3 meters and there were all sorts of tools, cans of paint, brushes, and everything like that.
“Let's make our secret headquarters here!” – Vasek suggested. The idea seemed brilliant to everyone and we spent a significant part of our day doing just that. They tore it down, built it, then painted it. In short, our headquarters turned out to be cool, but we were stained up to our ears with paint. I then put on a new suit that my mother bought for me and got it dirty.
Then, closer to lunch, the idiots finally decided to try to get into the house. We thought that it would be better to do it through the window, but not everyone needs to climb at once, but someone alone... Who?
“Shall we count on rock-paper-scissors?” – asked Vaska.
“I definitely won’t go there,” Pasha said instantly.
“And I,” Vasya said after him.
“Me too,” I said.
We argued for a long time, so we had to reckon. The honorable task of climbing into the house through the window fell to Vaska, but he actually almost cried from fear and ultimately refused. Pashka and I had to determine who would climb there. The lot fell on me. Well, what to do... I climbed...
I burst into this house. I was pounding with fear, as I remember now, it was like crazy. I opened the above-mentioned cabinet, there was no knife there. I walked around the house for about two minutes and heard something creaking in the next room... Everything is exactly like in horror films. At that moment I almost shit my pants... You may not believe it, but I really can’t remember how I jumped out of this house and through what... Everything happened in an instant. The guys, seeing me, ran like a bullet from there after me... We ran for about 5 minutes until we approached the road where there were people. They sat down on a bench to catch their breath.
They look at me, ask who I saw there, why I had to run away... I honestly tell them that something creaked in the house and I heard it. To which Pasha says to me: “Well, Vadim, come on, I thought damn it, what was there... Eh, okay, let’s go back and at least eat some berries in the garden.”
I lost the desire to go there. I was really scared. Vasya turned completely white, poor fellow, and said: “Maybe it’s not worth it, why the hell do we need it!” :)
It’s possible that I wouldn’t remember that day so much if we hadn’t gone there a second time, but we went. Oh, then came the most interesting part.
We again entered the small area with this house and went straight into the garden. We started eating everything we saw there: red currants, cherries, gooseberries and much more. Yum-yum... The three of us scattered to all corners of the garden and diligently filled our bellies.
Then I hear Vaska yelling to run to him, it turns out he has black currants there. So I ran joyfully, shouting “Hurray, black currant!” Well, what can I tell you... I ran and ran, but didn’t make it... FALLED INTO A WELL... Fuck knows how I didn’t see this hole in front of me... It looks like I really wanted currants...
I couldn’t find another picture, that’s why I put this one (see above). In reality, the well I fell into was worse.
Before I splashed into the water, I still managed to hit my forehead on a piece of wood and knock off my elbow. It was painful and wildly scary... I plopped down there, drank terrible, stinking water with moss (I think it’s unlikely that someone once drank water from this well) and then floated up.
At that age, I didn’t know how to stay on the water, and the depth there was, by the way, 3 meters with a very muddy bottom. And I flew about 3 meters until I reached the water.
I managed to float to the top. I floundered in this well as best I could, trying to find at least something to cling to. I literally dug my fingers into the logs from which the well was made, but they were rotten, so I fell under the water again and again... In total, I rolled under the water like this 20-30 times, but then I managed to pull out a long nail from one log and drive it into a tree... So I was able to stay afloat. If it weren’t for this nail, everything would have ended sadly for me and I would most likely have simply drowned...
Finally, the guys heard me. They ran to the well screaming whether I was there or not. I say I’m alive, I just scratched my head, there’s blood, everything and my elbow was badly knocked off.
“Guys, get me out of here, I need a rope or a stick, or something else, please,” I yelled in a tired voice.
Pasha told Vasya that he needed to run to the road and call adults. I was not delighted with this idea, I said: “Just let someone here stay with me.”
Pashka started shouting to me that the two of them couldn’t lift me, and they didn’t have a rope, and they didn’t have that much strength either... As if 3 meters is not so little...
Hearing this, my bad condition worsened. And then I suddenly felt like some kind of infection bit me on the leg in the water. I sharply raised my leg, because of this the nail was pulled out of the log and again I fell into the stinking water... The guys got scared, screamed and asked what was wrong with me. Well, what's wrong with me? I again tried to float up and grab onto the logs of the well. Then, with all my strength, I drove the nail into the log and hung on it again for a while.
“Guys, do whatever you want, just get me out of here,” I shouted in a hoarse voice.
It dawned on Vasya that running after someone was not an option, in this case I was 100% screwed, Pasha stubbornly persuaded him to call adults... Lord... I just want to say a big thank you to Vasya for not doing as Pasha told him.
As a result, Pashka ran to look for help. Vasek was with me. I don’t know where Vaska got the tow rope and how he alone managed to lift me up, but he did it, not without difficulty, but he did it...
“Catch the rope,” he said to me from above, throwing it. An unforgettable moment, I was very happy... I couldn’t get up the first time. The second, third and fourth times too, but the fifth time it worked. I also had a nail in my hand, which I stuck into the wooden walls of the well and helped Vasya lift me up.
I remember the moment when I climbed out of the well as if it were yesterday. I lay down on the grass, looked through the trees at the sky and the feelings I experienced were the strongest in the world... I forgot to even think about the fact that my head was torn, my elbow hurt, and on top of everything, someone had bitten my leg ( it was a leech, as it turned out)…
Having regained my breath a little, I asked Vaska where he found this cable. To which he replied that the annex was full of them. Just like that. Then we decided that we should go home and keep quiet about what happened. And especially not a word to the parents. When I entered the apartment, my mother asked from the doorway where the paint, the pine cones came from, and why I was all wet. I had to lie and talk complete nonsense, but my mother believed (or pretended to believe). He said that he was accidentally smeared with paint on the playground, and the abrasions and wet clothes were because he got into a fight with a classmate at recess near school, and during the fight he and I fell into a puddle together... There haven’t been any puddles on the street for a week now, but we’re still -we finally found...
Some time later, Pashka said that he ran to the well with a rope and some stranger, but I was not there. He decided that I couldn’t resist and drowned, and Vasya ran home because he was scared. :) This is tough, dear readers...
You know, now, when I write this text and remember the events of that school day, I smile a little, but take my word for it, it wasn’t funny at all then. The only time I skipped classes and immediately such nonsense happened. Yes, my mother told me: “Son, don’t skip school”... And what am I...
Two years ago, I told my parents what really happened that day. Until the last moment I didn’t want to tell the truth, but all this time my mother herself asked me to tell him several times... And she didn’t forget... In general, yeah, he told me...
“Oh, son, son,” she said, “And I’ve been thinking for a long time why I’ve been having the same dream for many years, as if you were drowning in water”...
Once again I say thank you, Pasha, the cable and that rusty nail for pulling me out. And to you, dear schoolchildren, I recommend that you never skip your lessons and approach your studies at school with all responsibility, since school knowledge will greatly help you in life... Okay, this is not true, of course. You are unlikely to ever need school knowledge in life, but it is still better for you to obtain it in good faith. As they say, if it doesn’t kill you, it will make you stronger.
This story happened to me. Thank you for reading to the end! Maybe you had something similar? Share below in the comments! Bye.
Best regards, Vadim Dmitriev
From a notebook on speech development (Russian language)Markin G.: There were many different moments in my school life. But I especially remember one of the unusual ones. I woke up early to get ready for class. When I entered the lobby, I noticed that we were greeted not by the teacher on duty, but by high school students. They kept order and helped the younger ones undress in the wardrobe. And a funny song about school was playing on the radio. The bell rang and the first teacher, Irina Borisovna, entered the classroom. She said that today the lessons will be taught by schoolgirls from the tenth grade. And I guessed that today is Teacher’s Day, which means today is Self-Government Day. Irina Borisovna told us to behave well, not fool around and help her deputies. The lessons were fun, we solved crossword puzzles, solved problems, and drew beautiful autumn flowers for Irina Borisovna. We all liked the lessons and were all in a good mood, because there were no bad grades today.
Dudnitsyna K.: My most fun and joyful day was when we graduated from elementary school. I was sorry to leave our first teacher. And she was also sorry to let us go to middle management. But despite this, it was fun. We had a lot of goodies for graduation, but the most delicious thing was the cake. There was loud music, everyone had beautiful hairstyles and, of course, outfits. Everyone was running and jumping, except for the adults, but they weren’t bored either. Everyone enjoyed our graduation. Everyone was happy.
Maloletenkova N.: Graduation was May 28th. I had a sundress and loose hair. We first watched the film that took so long to film. Our parents made a skit for us. We sang a song and sat down at the table. And the parents sat at the opposite table. I danced, had fun and played. Olga Veniaminovna even gave us a computer that had only recently been installed. This is what graduation looks like. This day will be remembered for a lifetime.
Bushuev I.: When the whole school, including me and my class, were getting ready to go on a hike, we all stood near the school and listened to the safety rules. Then we all went hiking. The path was not short. The whole school took two hours. Then we came. My class and I sat down near the shade. There were a lot of trees there. Svetlana Georgievna told the boys to bring wood for the fire, and the girls to peel potatoes for soup. Then the whole school started playing, except for the high school students. We had fun. And then we came back for two or three hours, we were all screaming and moaning. And when we came home, we didn’t leave the house for two days.
Khamitov E.: We went camping on September 16th. We settled down in a clearing, all the boys and I went to get wood for the fire. The fire did not start right away. Once it was lit, we started frying sausages. Then we played different games, went to the river, cooked soup, and went looking for edible food in the forest. We were the very first to leave there. And after the hike, my parents and I went to the cinema.
Sokol M.: Five years ago we went to first grade. How happy we were when we saw our first teacher Olga Veniaminovna. She took us around the school for the first time. We entered the assembly hall for the first time. After the lineup, they gave us a performance, we ran and played. And then we were taken to our class. It was such a good feeling when we picked up textbooks, pens and notebooks. It's the first day of school. And after one week the whole class didn’t want to go to school.
Kravchenko Ya.: The best day of my life at school was my graduation. I was not dressed very festively. I usually had my hair in a little ponytail. But that day it became ten times larger. While the kids were getting ready, several girls helped the adults set the table. When everyone had gathered, we recited poems. But the most interesting part of the holiday was the film in which our class played the leading role. It was a lot of fun at the graduation, there were gifts, games, and competitions. But it’s a pity that this day cannot be repeated.
Chulmyakova E.: On a warm autumn day, the children of the whole school went on a hike. We walked for a very long time. Everyone had heavy backpacks. And here we are. We sat in the shade near a tree. The teacher told them to bring wood for the fire for the boys, and for the girls to peel potatoes for soup. The soup turned out very tasty. Competitions were held during the trip. A lot of guys took part in them. Then my classmates and I went to the river. My friends swam there and doused themselves with bottled water. We all walked around wet and happy. I really enjoyed the hike!
Mindik D.: I really remember a special day - my graduation from elementary school. I didn't get up very early and immediately went to the shower. Later, at about 13.00, I started getting dressed. I had a bright blue dress, slightly lighter beads and white sandals. Suddenly my mother said that we need to get ready faster, otherwise we will be late for the hairdresser. And we started packing faster. Finally we got ready and went to the hairdresser. They braided me for a very long time - 3 hours. But still I endured it. We went to prom. Everyone there was very smart, and the table... just class. There were three cakes, lots of sweets and a large box of chocolates. Finally we sat down and they started showing us the film. It didn't last very long. But I still liked him. We sat down at the sweet table. Everything was simply amazing. We ate and then Alina began to “steal” fruit. And we are candies. They turned on the music. Everyone went to dance. Almost everyone danced. We left later than some. Everyone is tired. But still a graduating class.
Kananina A.: My most memorable day was my fourth grade graduation. Everyone was beautifully dressed. The girls wore dresses with beautiful hairstyles. Boys in suits. First we watched the film. I liked him. After that we recited poems and sang songs. Then we went to eat cake, sweets and drink tea. When everyone had eaten, we started dancing. We were at graduation for a very long time. We left only late in the evening. I liked graduation. I would like to go see it again.
Tarasova S.: On this day I graduated from the junior level to the middle level. I came to school and they read some words to us, we watched a movie, and sang a song. After that we went to drink juice with sweets, sandwiches and cake. When everyone was full, we went to play, dance and get mad. And when we started getting ready to go home, we were allowed to collect sweets and fruits in bags. What a day it turned out to be.
Krivogortseva N.: Each of us remembered this day in our own way: some were happy, and some were sad. For example, I remember this day as joyful. This day is the first of September, when I went to first grade. In the morning, mom and dad wake you up, you still want to sleep, because all summer you sleep as much as you want. You wear white knee socks, a shirt and a black skirt. Mom braids you snow-white bows and puts on black shoes. At the door they give you a beautiful bouquet. Mom cries, and dad consoles her. And you still don’t understand why mom is crying. And here you are standing on the line, the anthem is playing and everyone is silent. And the joy is that you are already big, and your parents are proud of you. And this joy is remembered every year on the first of September.
Moskalenko D.: This was on Thursday. I was playing catch up with my friends. As I was running away, a boy came out from another class, and I crashed into him with my temple. It was painful. But I got up and went on playing... We went outside at the next break and went to watch how they were digging a hole. Suddenly the bell rang. I went to class with the guys. The whole lesson I had a headache from a strong blow. Children, there is no need to rush around during recess.
Medvedeva A.: It was an autumn morning. My teacher and classmates and I went on a hike. There were also guys from other classes with us. We had a good time that day: we played various games, cooked lunch and ate candy. When the bottled lemonade ran out, the boys poured water into it and doused us. Soon everyone was wet and the boys were laughing at us. Some girls also tied up bottles and started pouring water on the boys. It was midday, by which time everyone was dry. We started getting ready to go home. The teacher said: “Did you like it?” We answered: “Yes.”
One of the most memorable days in my life was the day I went to school for the first time. I really wanted to go there because some of my friends had already become schoolchildren, and I was drawn to them. For a long time I fantasized about how I would sit at my desk, listen to the teacher, learn to read
And write.
But when the day finally came, I was afraid. Mom woke me up in the morning and said that it was time to go to school, a new uniform and a bouquet of flowers were waiting for me for the teacher. I told her that I didn’t want to go and would rather stay at home. Mom was very surprised, because she knew how much I wanted to go to first grade. She had to persuade me and explain that there was nothing wrong with it, and I would make a lot of new friends at school.
When I approached the school, there were already a lot of people there, they were all fussing and making noise. Then we were lined up in the schoolyard on a line. I was paired with a girl, Tanya (she and I are still friends). The lineup was very solemn,
The director congratulated everyone on the start of the new school year, the older children sang songs dedicated to the school season. At the end, an eleventh-grader walked across the yard, with a girl sitting on his shoulder and ringing a bell. This was my first call.
After the ceremony ended, we were taken to class. It turned out that he was on the second floor. Our classroom was large and bright, there were flowers in pots on the windowsill, and various tables and a world map hung on the walls. The teacher, Maria Anatolievna, seated us at our desks and began teaching the first lesson. She talked about our school, about what we would study during the first school year. And then she invited everyone to introduce themselves and tell about themselves in two or three sentences. After the lesson we were given books and sent home.
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