Yes, even if you take different schools from the same city, there is also an atmosphere in each educational institution, so to speak. In my school, the children are treated with great care, for which I love it. Every school day is imbued with this immense knowledge that teachers share with us.
The work of the teacher is patience, first of all. After all, different children are found. Some are quiet and calm. Some, as they say, "do not put a finger in your mouth". Each must have its own approach. I recently noticed that my class, very noisy and chatty, is quite easy to calm down. I honestly do not even know what this is connected with, but there is such a teacher who does not know how to raise his voice at all. And the children listen ... I always wondered what it's connected with. Well, psychology is an important part in the upbringing and education of children.
I can also say how wonderful the class leaders were. They are so responsive to children, they experience every successful and unfortunate moment in the life of the student, as they would experience with their children. I think after a while my classmates will grow up and understand how I understood this.
And how nice it is to remember elementary school now. These unforgettable moments, incredibly funny replicas of students. Pleasant and at the same time painfully sad. After all, these moments have already been lived. They can not be returned.
Education in my life is, first of all, not a teaching, but memories, wonderful, sometimes funny moments that happen to me in school. Or those "troubles" like the four for the exam. Years pass, and we do not even remember about this four. And how many conflicts there were in the class, do not count. It seems so small, but so much outrage, so much harm, so much aggression. And how funny it is to recall what "wars" between classes "A" and "B" were. It's so cute. Each contest was going on with all my heart. So many tears were shed because of the unfortunate "Certificate of the Participant" and how much pride in the command "Diploma of the First Degree".
At me all still ahead. Much will be joy and sorrow. But I remember one thing for myself. School years are the best years. And the most important thing at the end of the training is to realize how much teachers have done for us and tell them on the last call a quiet "Thank you". This will mean - you have matured.
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