Words about school life. Congratulations to the school on the anniversary in prose. What is a school

Treacherous tears welled up in my eyes from tenderness, and my heart somehow jumped and thumped inside me at the sight of tiny and serious kids who for the first time crossed the line into adulthood, full of their own decisions taken and daily school tasks.

“Learning is light, and ignorance is darkness,” says folk wisdom. The life of every person is illuminated by a teacher. The teacher opens “the door to an extraordinary and full of mysteries and secrets country”, in Big world to which his life is dedicated. The profession of a teacher is far from simple and very difficult, requiring from the teacher himself great care, a sense of tact and cordiality. us, so to speak, personality, without damaging or destroying our individuality! It is on the teacher that it sometimes depends on what will germinate and ripen from that small seed that he once sowed. It is not an easy task to teach children. And a huge responsibility lies, first of all, on the shoulders of the first teacher, a person who, as a rule, leaves the deepest imprint on the souls and destinies of his students. With him, children bravely open the way to the world of knowledge, which begins with the alphabet and primer. Each of us remembers our first call, the first lesson, the first answer, the first school holidays, our first prom, which marks the end of elementary school. And all this is connected with the name of the first teacher.

For me, it was the name of Prokhorova Tatyana Anatolyevna. My memory helpfully brings me back to that seemingly not far away morning of September 1, 1983. Here we are, tiny girls and boys, dressed in brown dresses, white aprons, with puffy bows and in dark blue uniform suits, in polished shoes, holding in one hand a huge bouquet of flowers, and in the other a heavy briefcase with a cute lion cub on its lid and two fasteners on the sides, donated by the kindergarten, we walk in pairs towards the school. Festive and solemn music sounds, and none of us understands why our mothers and grandmothers quietly wipe their eyes with white handkerchiefs. With surprising ease, picking up one of us, an adult uncle, together with his burden, announces the surroundings with a cheerful ringing of a bell. It will turn out later that the uncle is a high school student, and with the ringing of the bell the next stage of our life began, full of worries and devoid of childish playfulness and carelessness. Then we were all divided into two groups, two classes. Two young women, Prokhorova Tatyana Anatolyevna and Kalashnikova Galina Vyacheslavovna, came out into the middle of the clearing. The first became a teacher in my "A" class, and the second - in "B". From my small stature, everyone around us seemed big, but after just a few years, I not only caught up, but also overtook my mentors. The head teacher of the school called our names, and with delight and joy we lined up in one line near our first teacher. I was able to see it in more detail only when we small peas scattered in their places and calmly settled down behind individual white desks with a rising tabletop and a special recess for a pen and pencil on its surface. A modest charming woman entered the classroom, with a surprisingly kind look and a sweet smile. Her dark eyes enveloped in their warmth and had a calming effect on each of us. During those few minutes, while Tatyana Anatolyevna silently looked at her first-graders, it seemed as if she had managed to penetrate into the soul of each student, study his character, hear his thoughts. Everyone involuntarily fell silent. Her voice was clear and loud. Classes from day to day became more and more exciting and interesting. Tatyana Anatolyevna introduced us to the world of nature, carried away our children's hearts with her. Simple school lesson she turned the knowledge of the world into a whole journey. Personally, I was never bored in the lessons because Tatyana Anatolyevna always found interesting and more difficult tasks for those who had already understood new material. In mathematics lessons, she taught us not just to solve, but to think logically, which was very useful to me in high school and in my current life. The Russian language and Native speech were really lessons on the development of a culture of speech and language. Tatyana Anatolyevna has always been a serious teacher, strict and fair. But at breaks and after school, she lived the life of students: our worries, sorrows, our children's problems. She could understand everyone and tried to help everyone. cool watch became a real holiday for us, no matter what the conversation was about. Tatyana Anatolyevna taught us to live in a team and for a team, tried to rally and make friends in all the children in the class, although we were all so different and unlike each other.

The first teacher, or mentor, is very important in the life of any person. He is like a skilled craftsman, in whose hands is not just inanimate clay or plasticine, but a completely unformed still living personality, and only his skill and professionalism can determine the future fate of his daily efforts and efforts.

Being a real teacher is a talent, because a teacher must be able to transfer his experience, his knowledge to children. Probably, every teacher wants his student to succeed in the future. But one of the most important joys for the teacher is the gratitude of the students. I want to say a huge thank you to Tatyana Anatolyevna for everything she did for us, for the fact that she spared no effort and time, patiently and persistently put into our little children's heads the knowledge that will always be useful to us in life.

Somehow, those who had been coming here for more than a year, those who already had an exciting first lesson behind them, with its timid and timid moments and fear of something unknown and unusual, looked somehow especially grown-up. Appearance These children have already spoken about self-confidence and certain knowledge of the upcoming fate. Other people will be engaged in their further education, and the first teacher will hand over the reins of leadership of the class to a new person, no less responsible and serious than himself, called to grow delicate flowers and turn them into a beautiful garden with an individual and unique aroma.

How lucky I am, because on my life path I just met such a professional gardener who skillfully combines the principle of “carrot and stick” in his work, which had a very beneficial effect on my character and was useful in shaping my destiny in the future. In my opinion, Medvedeva Elena Vladimirovna most of all corresponds to the image of our strict and at the same time gentle and caring professional gardener. We still have good relations with her, although more than a decade has passed since graduation. We speak on all sorts of topics, not only related to school issues. Elena Vladimirovna is a pleasant companion and an attentive friend, a responsible and punctual person.

It is hard to imagine that at the time of our first meeting she was much younger than I am now. For the previous three years, our school life, elementary school students, did not rise above the second floor of the building, I watched the high school students with great envy, they seemed to me so mature and wise, and besides, the coveted peak is available to them. Finally, the time has come when I also joined the tempting life in a hitherto unfamiliar place, full of different classes and teachers. A young woman entered the classroom, in which the first meeting with the new and unusual took place, with a short haircut and a marvelous, almond-shaped slit in the eyes, she was wearing a dress in a large cage and a wide belt. As wisdom rightly says: “Everything should be beautiful in a person, both external and inner world!”, and Elena Vladimirovna is magnificent in every respect! I would like to note that I am not speaking for a red word, ask any other student, his parents, school colleagues, friends, etc. - we are all well aware of the openness and sincerity of this person. Deep decency, a kind and sensitive attitude towards children, and all this, in my opinion, looks very advantageous against the background of educational everyday life. Elena Vladimirovna is not only an excellent teacher of literature, giving knowledge in her native speech and fascinatingly leading to a high society ball with Natasha Rostova and, together with us, empathizing with Anna Karenina's unrequited feeling, but also an excellent psychologist and organizer. For a long time in my memory will remain our trip to Polenovo with the class, trips to Suzdal and Leningrad to the accompaniment of the song of the same name in the 11th grade. It seems to me that in order to talk about your subject with such interest and quivering love and tenderness, you need to devote yourself so completely to your school and your chosen profession.

The morning after the graduation ball was also unforgettable, when we, girls and boys, like sliding multi-colored leaves in the autumn leaf fall, smoothly circled under the windows of the hospital, in which the future mother of Alexandra's daughter and our beloved teacher lay on the conservation. It seems to me that thanks to Elena Vladimirovna, two important qualities which have made my life much easier. This is a feeling of optimism and the belief that tomorrow will certainly be better than today. I think that I will not be a pioneer, and I will say that internal self-discipline and a solid core make life much more joyful and happier. I remember well the festive "lights" and parties, OPT lessons, summer practice on the fields of my native state farm "Zaoksky".

How often do we hear around us that a person behaves differently, he is alone at home, and completely different at work. I am very glad that, as they say, Elena Vladimirovna is a constant value. I remember how once, in a telephone conversation with me, Elena Vladimirovna shared her life principle: “I just unload a load of household problems and worries before crossing the threshold of the school, and vice versa.” A school is a school, and a family is a family, and speaking of the latter, you feel the importance it plays in her life. Here is what she herself says about her family: “I love my family very much and cherish it,” says Elena Vladimirovna. - I don’t even know if I would have succeeded as a teacher and as a person if there were other people next to me. This is my support and support. I am grateful to my husband for his patience and understanding. My children make me happy, because I see that they become exactly the way I want to see them, they are not indifferent, which means they will good people.". I sincerely wish that in the life of this wonderful person everything will turn out and be fulfilled, and warmth and friendship will bring them closer to their students, making them one and giving this world a ray of goodness and joy.

The humming sounds ceased, and the sky, which witnessed the solemn event, sent its blessing to Earth.

School wishes from graduates different years will always live within its walls. First of all, words of gratitude are dedicated to the school. The students are grateful to the school not only for the knowledge they have received, but also for true friends, and for the best years of carefree childhood and youth.

In verse

In prose

In my childhood there were two reliable fortresses. The first fortress parental home giving me love, comfort and care. The second fortress is a favorite school. She received me into the coolness of her noisy corridors like a caring mother. She taught justice and endurance, gave the necessary knowledge for a great life. It had everything: ups and downs, tears and laughter, first love and hopes. Dear school! I wish you to give the world new geniuses and talented specialists for many years!

miraculous school years! The long-awaited call for a change. A sweet bun for a written off problem. Multi-colored crayons, drawing lessons, the world. Breathtaking astrology, new worlds, bright dreams! Ringing silence corridors, on the day of exams. Trembling in the knees. Points earned, graduation. Dance with the most beautiful girl in the class. Boy envy. Pride in the eyes of teachers... My dear school! Fresh breeze to you in your windows and worthy students in spacious classrooms!

I wish everyone to love their school and want to go to it even in the mornings, when the cruel alarm clock rings, that there is strength and calls for responsibility. Or a few days before summer holidays when the gentle spring sun takes away thoughts to a new bike or warm sea. Because when you return to your home class after the holidays and see the teachers, you will realize that you are bored and will gladly dissolve in your attention on your favorite subjects. School of knowledge, school of life. My first milestone. Thank you!

This year marks 20 years since the spring when the last call. Of course, we noted :). We went to Suntar, trampled down the place where the building where we studied stood (it burned down immediately after our graduation), drank tea with teachers, went hiking. They released a shocking casual and colorful booklet with pages of classmates (Yulia and I fantasized about some of them there that, nvrn, few people recognized themselves in the descriptions, bhuh). I’ll tell you about the class, the meeting and other things, maybe. And now I want to place (to here too) a few kind words about school years and teachers before neighing at alternative memories. I wrote this text 3 years ago for a book on the anniversary of the school, since then the memories have not changed and gratitude is still relevant. True, there is no longer an independent secondary school No. 2, but this is a different, sad conversation ...

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Much of human childhood and adolescence is spent in school. The school has a huge impact on the formation of the individual, an influence comparable only to that of family, family, parental. We all come from school, here the first bricks of fundamental knowledge are laid, and indeed knowledge about the structure of the world and life, the ability to work with brains, think and reason, the ability to interact with a society of our own kind, respect for elders is formed at school, discipline is instilled, moral values.

If you think for a moment, it turns out that during the school years a different person receives so much new information for himself, and not just passing news that can be forgotten the next day, but knowledge - the fruits of the development of all branches of science, how much later for the rest of his life will receive. AT high school man studies the chosen specialty, and then deepens and expands knowledge in his profession all his life. Someone will go into science and dig in their own and related directions. And not everyone finds time to study things that are not related to the profession. So it turns out that a person’s horizons expand dramatically precisely at school, and then it’s a matter of the personality and circumstances itself. But the wider and stronger the foundation that the school provides, the more potentially! - more diverse, richer and more successful life person. When you think about it, you realize what a great responsibility lies on general education schools. But you also understand why school is a great concept for most people. Because it is part of the core of their personalities.

I, as a person who can do this and know that, also come from school. I studied at three schools, but my main, native school is the Suntar Secondary School No. 2, where I studied from the fourth to the eleventh grades.

It was at school that I was taught to express my thoughts orally and in writing. And not only calling at the lessons to the blackboard or in written essays, but also in disputes and disputes after lessons with our class teacher Elena Egorovna, and in journalism classes with her.

Here I fell in love with literature. I remember how I "swallowed" literature textbooks immediately upon receipt in the fall. I still love to read and always find time for it. I remember the amazing Isabella Ilyinichna, emotional, charming - how she, sparkling with dazzling eyes and infecting with mood, taught lessons.

Here I was taught to write in calligraphic handwriting. It seems to be such an anachronism in the current age of computer technology - to write by hand. But sometimes it comes in handy and helps out. And people like to receive postcards written by hand. I remember how the Russian language teacher Liya Nikolaevna struggled to correct my handwriting, in which the letters did not want to connect with each other. Liya Nikolaevna was strict and fair, and it seemed to me common man, and someone higher. I was in awe of her, and until now the image of a respected teacher is inextricably linked with her image.

I often remember Natalya Matveevna, a teacher of the Yakut language and literature. She was motherly and patient, which we often took advantage of, and sometimes behaved rather ugly, making noise and playing “cities and rivers” in the lessons. I think that's how I earned my behavioral deduction. Nevertheless, I know that it was thanks to her lessons that some of our boys got involved in reading, began to read books in the Yakut language outside the program. The fact that we freely read the works of the Yakut classics, do not get lost in the archaisms and intricate turns of the richest Yakut language, is the merit of Natalia Matveevna. Now there are many people who only speak Yakut, but cannot read, because, unfortunately, they understand only part of the words.

Chemistry was my favorite subject. Chemistry - penetration deep into the structure of matter, surprising at first glance and so logical and beautiful with close acquaintance, reactions and transformations - seemed like magic, the secrets of which are revealed a little before you. Organic chemistry was a favorite subject immediately after biology, and all these subjects of natural science were taught by Lucia Pavlovna, fragile, kind and passionate about her work.

"How many languages ​​you know, so many times you are a person." This perfectly fair expression hung in the office foreign languages. Liliya Mitrofanovna taught us French. And for some time we studied with Evseeva Lyubov Yegorovna, staged a play with her on French"The little Prince". In addition, I studied English with her, preparing to enter the university, and it's absolutely amazing - how in just a month she was able to give a base of English language a person who has never done it. I am very grateful to Lyubov Egorovna, I remember her among my brightest teachers.

The most difficult subject in school for me was physics. Either because our teachers often changed, or my consciousness by that time was not ready to adequately perceive the physical laws of the universe. I will honestly say that school course I overcame physics exclusively with the help of cramming, for which I will forgive Galina Egorovna and Ruslan Nikolaevich. But then, as an adult already a specialist, I once bought textbooks for all classes and again went through the entire path of a student in physics. And now I continue to be interested in the achievements and news of science. And the books modern physics Stephen Hawking are among the favorite, desktop books.

Mathematical subjects were taught to us by Alexey Nikolaevich, Tamara Dorzhievna and Alisa Izosimovna. Mathematics was not one of my favorite subjects, I studied automatically, probably, by that time I had not yet matured to study it either. I thought of becoming a biologist, chemist or historian-archaeologist. I remember the first enlightenment at the lesson of Alexei Nikolaevich - when it suddenly dawned on me that it was interesting to prove theorems! A wonderful teacher Ivanova Tamara Dorzhievna helped me to fall in love with mathematics and even choose a profession related to numbers.

I recall with gratitude the lessons of physical education and Afanasy Terentyevich. Although I never learned to run a hundred meters and throw a grenade at the prescribed distance, I never fell in love with skiing and still play basketball “dirty”, but, thanks to school preparation, at the institute and in various sports sections, I never felt myself in the ranks of the lagging behind.

With nostalgia I remember singing lessons and choir lessons. It was such a pity when Eduard Vasilyevich went to another school. It seems a little unrealistic times when she was a soloist in the choir with pleasure.

I still remember with pleasure my first experiences with a computer - it was also at school, in computer science lessons. I wrote a simple program in BASIC - I “painted” a picture with a lake, reeds and swans, and I couldn’t tear myself away from it, I wanted to complicate it even more, make it even more beautiful.

I did not name all the subjects and not all the teachers, it turns out that memories are an endless process. In addition, I will say one thing. It's funny, but it turns out that it was at school that I learned to sew on a typewriter, connect current sources and wires into an electrical circuit, draw shadows on objects, sing in two voices, bandage wounds, use a compass and set up a tent correctly, and even do simple carpentry work . And all these skills later came in handy. But we also learned how to assemble and disassemble the assault rifle and properly put on a gas mask and camouflage kit! When I talk about this, about what they managed to teach us in our school, many are surprised, and some envy.

I want to talk about two teachers separately and separately.

A person learns all his life and, mainly, from people. But, as Goethe said, not everyone who teaches us deserves the name of Teacher. By and large, I have always been lucky to give knowledge - at school, at university, in professional activity, through life. But the real, "perfect" teachers according to Leo Tolstoy, who combine love for work and love for students, are remembered especially. One of these people I consider my mathematics teacher Ivanova Tamara Dorzhievna. Ask any student in our class about their favorite teacher, I think the majority after the name of Elena Egorovna will name Tamara Dorzhievna. In some incredible way, she managed to instill a love for mathematics, show the beauty of mathematics, convince that this science is not terrible, that it can be comprehended by the human mind. Since then, the image of mathematics for me in a funny way is connected with the image of Tamara Dorzhievna - high, elegant, beautiful, mysterious and smiling ... science. I remember that she knew how not to offend, neither by an accidental word, nor by deed, and this is a great skill in working with vulnerable teenagers. It was easy and pleasant to listen and obey. Warmth and kindness emanated from her, but this is not weak, but strong kindness, her lessons were always rich and interesting, without relaxation, there was no need to get bored and shirk. And I also clearly felt how much she loves her job, how she likes both mathematics and her teaching. These people are drawn to. It was probably difficult, but she found her own approach to everyone. And what I especially liked about her - Tamara Dorzhievna taught understanding, taught to think and reflect, and with the help of reflection and logic to penetrate the essence of formulas.

Recently, Tamara Dorzhievna had an anniversary. I congratulate you, Tamara Dorzhievna, and wish that your patience never runs out, that your efforts are never in vain, that problems and tasks are solved, that answers are found. Be healthy, well-being to you. Let love surround you.

And one more person, about whom I will never stop telling friends and strangers, is our class teacher, the “second mother” for all the guys in our class - Fedorova Elena Egorovna. She was one of the best subject teachers in our school, taught history, geography, and economic geography. A tireless storyteller, she turned her lessons into mental journeys. She herself is a traveler, tester and researcher, and she taught us to this business. The further the school years, the more amazing it is to remember those trips and adventures that we visited with our Elena Egorovna. We went with her on hiking trips with overnight stays, traveled by bus over long distances, traveled around the natural attractions of the area, even went to Moscow. We learned her subjects in practice, crossing kilometers and latitudes. Now it is amazing to imagine such an extraordinary class teacher, and I love to talk about her, because she always causes admiration. Bold, courageous, cheerful, emotional, honest, demanding, always ready to act, always ready to support and help, very fair and not indifferent to the fate of her students. In our class, as in a family, everything happened, it happened, and we offended her, and she scolded us not weakly. Then they always forgave each other, because this is love. Taking this moment, I want to express my admiration for Elena Egorovna and respect for her.

This is how I remember my teachers and studies. But the school is not only new knowledge and people who give it. This is a big piece of life in general. This is our class: friendly, cheerful, laughable. The boys at school were fond of hunting and fishing, and we girls laughed at them, while we ourselves ran around the discos. The whole class went on hikes, and then the boys were in their element. Holidays at school, especially New Year's, how skits and numbers were staged. A whole layer of life is participation in amateur performances, I remember how Anya Egorova and Nadya Makarova danced, and we repeated after them; how they sang in the choir “Oh, roads”; how they read chabyr5akh from the stage and acted as an entertainer. I remember a cheerful pioneer life, Zarnitsa. Whatever happened, you can remember for a very long time, which we do periodically, meeting as a class. It is a pity that there is no that old school building, many and many memories are associated with it, both funny, and touching, and pretentious, and funny.

We graduated from high school in 1992. Since then, everyone has gone part of their way on their own. Some goals have been achieved, some dreams have been fulfilled. And some are not. Probably, our teachers once placed their hopes and aspirations on us, expecting certain accomplishments and achievements in adulthood. If we have not justified your hopes yet or already, do not worry, dear teachers. And in all our successes, there is your share.

I congratulate my school on its anniversary, and I want to say thank you to my teachers and all those who are now working in our school, to everyone who transfers their knowledge, gives a particle of their soul, their energy to students who put the kindness of their hearts into them. I congratulate you and wish you health, prosperity, good students, good working conditions, good sources of knowledge - so that there is something to teach, what to teach, and whom to teach. I wish you successful, beloved and grateful work. May our school always grow and develop!

Each of us during training inevitably faced different funny and ridiculous situations. A lot of interesting, memorable and fun things happen in the educational institution every day. That is why there are so many seminal quotes about school and study. Reading funny sayings, a person recalls his experience, friends and teachers, as well as various funny cases and jokes.

Funny quotes about school for cool statuses

A school is an institution where children are taught the necessary and unnecessary mixed up, in every possible way preventing them from distinguishing one from the other.

Ambition is when you go to the exam, you think that you know 2, and when they put 4, you wonder why not 5?

Leaving the lesson, the boy Misha slammed the door so hard that Grisha, who was sitting on the windowsill, also left the lesson.

The biggest lie when writing an essay: "List of used literature."

They say that no one died from knowledge, but the skeleton in the biology room makes me wary.

We learn all our lives, not counting the ten years spent at school.

The beating of the heart is louder, the stomach twists, the knees begin to tremble, the eyes are frightened. Love? No, the teacher just says the phrase: “So, it will go to the blackboard ...”

When setting a homework assignment, teachers aim at students, but hit their parents.

First-graders happily go to school on September 1 only because their parents did not say how much they would have to study there.

Who gets up early, they say: “Sit down! The lesson is not over yet!”

As soon as I was going to take up my mind, the school year ended.

School is our home! Conclusion: it's better to be a bum!

Ad near educational institution: "Especially for those who like to skip school: we invite you to temperature increase courses!"

Grade 1-5: - Mom help me decide ...
Grade 6-11: - Maaam! Leave me alone! They didn't really ask anything.

1. Knowledge is power!
2. There is power - no need for mind!
3. No mind - consider a cripple!
Conclusion: knowledge cripple a person!

And why is school not the place where you come earlier - you leave earlier?!

School is nerves to hell, constant lack of sleep and offline in VK.

We go to 1st grade with a portfolio that is 2 times larger than us. As a result, at 11 we arrive with one package

On the test, our class is like one big family, but the family has its black sheep.

At all lessons I sit like a politician: I don’t know anything, but I make a smart face.

I used to think that teaching lessons was the worst thing in the world. Nothing! The worst thing to do is teach lessons with your child.

The first grader is dragged to school. He rests on everything and shouts: “Eleven years! For what?!"

In high school independent work ceases to be independent. It is already collective.

I never let school interfere with my education.

It was only once to skip classes, as it became a habit!

A loser has two things: a car and an apartment, a triplet has three of them: a car, an apartment and a dacha. And an excellent student has five things: a bald head, big glasses, a stomach ulcer, a debt to the state and a certificate of honor for academic excellence.

Sometimes you say to yourself: you need to take up your mind! And then you sit, think and understand, but there’s nothing to take on ...

The most terrible phrase of school childhood: “So, now we put away the textbooks and take out double sheets of paper ...”

On Monday morning before school, what diseases just do not worsen ...

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Beautiful words don't always come out on their own.
They are sometimes so lacking.
Walking through the fog
crawling, you find
And it's like you're going crazy.

A strange picture emerges:
Life seems to be just beginning
And you already know when you will pay off,
Where...