Children and their parents about their first September 1
Most of us have mixed memories of school: a gigantic relief is mixed in with sentimental feelings that everything is long over. However, in the life of many (and often unexpectedly), there comes a moment when it turns out that it is time to take your child to the first class. We asked first-graders and their parents about what it means for them on September 1 and what it is for the first time to collect a backpack of their own daughter or son.
I really liked the holiday. The lessons were simple, but I didn’t always answer and didn’t even know something. But we all got fives! There were questions, crossword puzzles yet. Most of all I liked the dinner! Cheesecakes with chocolate sauce and even cheese, I saved the chocolate for Tasyne. Did not like? I liked everything, I just wanted to dance, but it was impossible. From school I want to teach me to be a dog breeder and a dance ballerina. This, of course, is only at the institute, but I want to spend time here before it.
About the First of September, I remember that I came to the line and saw that there is only one girl a little higher than me, and all the others are noticeably lower. Here we were towering above the crowd, and I immediately cheered up! Today I found out that the photographs which the father had made then had never been printed, although he had specially bought a photographic enlarger for this. I did not go to the garden, but I wanted to go to school, I was set up that it was great, interesting and correct. And the holiday itself somehow did not remember at all.
My first of September is sheer disappointment. First, I was immediately sent to the second class, I came, and there everything is already so close-knit with the look of "well, again, this bagpipes", the solemnity went to the whole first-graders. Secondly, I terribly wanted an asterisk with a small curly Lenin and hoped to get it with a kit with a school, but exactly the year of my admission the Soviet Union collapsed and they stopped accepting in October. So the most vivid memory - came my late dad and brought the first in my life "Snickers". Wildly delicious!
My daughter goes to the most ordinary district school, and before that she went to the most ordinary district kindergarten. Everything was fine in the garden, especially before everyone was united into these huge holdings. Now everyone is slipping that a child is not a first-grader with bows, a backpack, gladioli, but a “learning unit”. However, the “first teacher” taught them in the garden and the child liked her very much.
Charges - it's exciting, as well as infuriating. A4 sheet, on which the description of the wooden ruler is eight centimeters, such as shape, watercolor, honey and plastic palette. Everything the school administration for us, fools, seems to be done, and then you sit on the steps of the Peremena store spattered and in WhatsApp you ask Masha's mother to find out from Dasha's mom which cell on our form is gray-pink or gray-yellow. -pink (this is important!). In the store, three hundred people per fifty square meters, dads are especially good, asserting the mother’s purchase of a form over the phone: “I hold a skirt, there are pleats on it! I think there are four of them!”
There are people who do not happily soar with this all in general and do not take it to heart, for example, my mother never went to parental meetings (therefore, the type issues of the plastic palette did not bother her). I can not unlearn how to take it as a tough instruction, so I bought a pencil case on August 31 at nine in the evening. A neighbor with a child in the same school, who had been reading my facebook, and strongly advised to spit from the belltower on what a cell and a ruler, let go a little, helped me a lot.
I had all the expectations that I had been waiting for. Especially in the first of September there was a very tasty breakfast - cheese cakes with liquid chocolate and jelly. I also liked the school because two friends would study with me there - one from the kindergarten in general. At first we played the “Tell Your Name” game, then we called the names of neighbors, I remembered the boy Boria, Kostya, Petya, Eva, Polina, Mira, Kristina ... Then we were introduced to the rules of friendship, to say good words, like this: "please", "thank you", "sorry", "sorry", "bon appetit", "good morning". The main difference from kindergarten? In kindergarten there were no difficult games, and in the kindergarten I was a little more strongly scolded ... My main hope was that I could get acquainted with children during all my school time, make friends, get used to and learn happily, getting good fives!
Anxiety came to us as early as August 30, when I realized that the child was not only not in the regime, but, on the contrary, could not fall asleep even after midnight. At thirty thirty-one at half past twelve I gave my daughter tincture of motherwort, and then I drank a sedative and myself - with our chronic, pofigistically healthy attitude to the systemic parts of life, nervousness prevailed. Today, at seven o'clock without an alarm clock, everyone woke up, including the cat and the dog, and we were extremely organized in a huge family delegation to the line. I did not cry. But when each first-grader was taken by the hand by an unfamiliar giant eleventh grader and led him to school, goosebumps ran down his skin. Still, "the first time in the first grade" is an action symbolizing the imminent inevitable socialization of the child and the beginning of his personal relationship with society, and we now have it in a strange way. I was reconciled with one reality: in the courtyard of our gymnasium, I met an unexpectedly large number of my very good acquaintances from very different periods of life, intelligent, thin people, who, I think, would not choose the bad. I haven’t seen many for about ten years ... All became ... Well, how to say ... Adults ... Parents ... And each felt in a different way in the darkness of Moscow heterogeneity this school, came to her own way, which means we made the right choice. Good luck!
Today was definitely the best day of my life. It seems. After all, if the school is not very fun, you will have to reconsider. But so far I liked everything: the teacher, balls, children, a holiday ... Does it bother me that at the opening ceremony the veteran called to join the army, and the children sang military songs? War is bad, of course, but if necessary, what to do? I was temporarily imprisoned for the last desk, but I like it - there is a great view of the teacher and Nikita. Oh. You know that I just do not like Nikita? That he is constantly whispering with his best friend Matthew! Constantly. But since I fell in love with him, then you can suffer. But to Matthew, I'm not jealous of him, of course. The main thing is that they won't put me in front of Grisha tomorrow. He is boring. I yesterday read the first "Harry Potter". I hope that my school will be no worse than magic. Although I probably still would be better to go to Hogwarts. Nikita will not be there, but you can fly on a broomstick. Yes, and there are other boys. But how to get there? And what if you go and find Kosoy Lane? Damn, because all the wizards must have left London when they wrote a book about them.
This morning I woke up with the same thought as twenty years ago when I went to the first class myself: that's it, so I became an adult. I remember my dad bought me huge gladioli, taller than me, and I thought about the whole line, as if I could attach them to the teacher as soon as possible. All the girls around wept and wanted to see my mother, and I was looking forward to the start of classes, immediately sat down at the first desk, pulled my hand over all questions and absolutely did not want to go home after the first lesson. Then my parents and I went to the amusement park and rode all the rides until the evening. Mom gave me a bear as a keepsake, I fell asleep with him in my arms and was quite sure that it was the best day of my life. It felt like it was quite recent, so thinking about the fact that now my daughter is going to the first class is very strange.
Varina's lineup was held in the government-patriotic vein - here, of course, the status of the “school at Skolkovo” and the name of General Karbyshev in the name are reflected. After the speech of the director and deputies, schoolchildren in military uniform came out with the song "You and I Me to serve Russia" and a dance under "Katyusha" Then the veteran of the Great Patriotic War wished all first-graders health, and also noted that if someone does not go to college or college, the Russian army will gladly accept them into their ranks. The feeling of violent penetration of the state and ideology into private life did not leave before the lessons began.
However, the teacher quickly switched children to their experiences, took them to the classroom and asked to name the words with which they associated school attendance. Varia called "joy" and "light." Then everyone made a wish and released balloons into the sky. After the lesson, the children went to the circus, where a special performance was organized for first-graders. I was impressed by the women in leopard underwear and stockings, depicting cats, and Varya - air gymnasts. At the end of the performance, Varya decided that she wanted to become a clown, since it is the best thing in the world to amuse people.
The only thing I remember about my first September 1 is three stocky figures in boring black jackets. They were school owners, some rich Americans from the Seventh-day Adventist Church — such a trend in Protestantism, whose followers in the 19th century believed in a quick apocalypse, and then experienced a deep sense of embarrassment when nothing happened on the appointed day. Why did my atheistic parents give me Adventists? I dont know. But the guys in black jackets were pretty cool. They gave me a fantastically beautiful green toothbrush with a tyrannosaur, for which I was basically ready to believe in anything. I hope (although I am not sure) that at the end we sang a song about a little sheep that goes to Jerusalem.
What do I expect from school? Good friends. If you play around with friends, you can do anything. You come home after school, do your homework, if you did well, you can play, a lot of games have accumulated. Even at school it would be good to jump on dry leaves during physical education classes. Today was a good day. We came, then went to the feast, ate. Then we went to another holiday, watched the cartoon "Masha and the Bear", two performances. Played in class, then went on a tour of the restrooms. Fotkalis all day. Already found a friend, we are sitting at the same desk and, naturally, went as a couple. While there are no classes, but most of all, I think I will like math.
I got into my future first class - the room itself - a little earlier than the others, my mother took me either to the parents' meeting, or to wash and clean. I remember that the school building, huge corridors, windows, spacious classes, a lot of interesting posters, light shocked me. The smell is not at all the same as in kindergarten, not the Friendship porridge, but books, wooden furniture. This building in Lyalin Lane - the former special school number 10, now number 1225 - is still my dream, turning into dreams in some kind of Escher maze. When I had already taken my child to the first class, I remembered the space of the school building that I had seen many years ago, there were flashbacks - for example, a ladder from a child’s school layered over my memory of school stairs and so on. What came as a surprise to me - a lot of fuss is created around the school: parents' committees, money collections. It's one thing when you read about it, another when you come across it. However, I can’t say anything bad about the school itself.
At school, I would like to meet new friends and finally remember my verse. First, I will have a ruler, and then they will tell me where the dining room and mugs are. And I want to learn mathematics and English, and also French. What for? To understand all in different countries.
I like everything (after the first day of school. - Note ed.)! Children, Lyudmila Nikolaevna, our office, also gave the ball. The line was good and hot, and a beautiful song was sung. And I'm beautiful. And every day I will walk in my shoes now, right? Fair? Cool. Why was there no mathematics today? And tomorrow? Where is the dining room? It seems to me that when I recited the verse, they somehow clapped quietly. I have already met Kate, we are sitting together, and Artem. I don’t know the rest yet, but tomorrow I’ll come to everyone and say that I am Polina. Tomorrow we will have three lessons, but no one has told what the secret probably was. I am so glad that you no longer need to go to the garden!
Parents, optimistically deciding that I had advanced far enough in development, sent me straight from the garden to second grade. Honestly, it was very scary, but very interesting (and I’m definitely not going to sleep during the day? And which desk will they be at? Or am I in "A" or "B"?). The first day I can remember in detail today. The day before the first call, it turned out that the main character of the line fell ill, and the choice of "girl with a bell" fell on me. It was incredibly cool, I felt at least a princess at the ball, looking at everyone from the shoulder of a giant in a slippery new jacket. The ruler did not take place in the schoolyard, but for some reason at the stadium after school, and it seemed to me that we had already walked about three kilometers and I called for an hour or two. When I was finally taken off, I only asked: “Tomorrow to call again?” Sending my daughter to the first class, I seem nervous at times stronger. I want all Polina's expectations to be justified and she gladly remembered the first line and the first lessons.
My First of September: I am in a great gray suit, in gray shoes and with a sturdy Soviet briefcase over his shoulders, which is such a piece of rubberized leather with rubber rubber pads on the shoulders. The briefcase was packed with everything needed: pencils, pens, notebooks, diary and compasses, of course. And everything would be fine, but before going to school my mother and I went to the market to pick flowers, as I remember, the choice was not very great, and we bought me small roses, which were all twisted and stuck out in different directions. It was hard to call a bouquet, but it was not necessary to choose. He walked to school, sobbed, and tears rolled down his hot red cheeks.
Today, Paul went to the first class, and I again had the very first of September. Flowers, balls, excitement. It is important how she enters the classroom, that she will feel when she sees her first teacher, classmates and people around her. Now she knows only good things, I want the school to instill in her the ability to make friends, empathize and support. Infinitely believe in her.
On the line I liked dad the most! And on excursions around the school - eatery.
I went to school myself at the age of five and hardly remember my 1st September. So we can say that this is for me for the first time. On August 31, I was wildly worried all day long — much more than Eve herself, although she also said at rehearsal that "my legs were wet from the nerves." Why excitement? This is some kind of new responsibility, new challenges - and for some reason it seems that we will not cope. Take, for example, pigtails in the morning - I do not really know how and love to braid my hair, but my daughter categorically disagrees. Early rise! Similarly, we were worried before the first babysitter, before the garden. Do we cope, can we? On the solemn lineup, I was surprised by the anthem and the raising of the Russian flag - for some reason I did not expect it. And Eva, the only one among the guys, began to shake her head and stamp her feet to the beat of the music! The most pleasant moment is when I, standing on the fence of the sandbox in the school yard, behind a crowd of schoolchildren and parents, managed to catch Eve's glance. She smiled with relief and waved her hand free from the bouquet. I felt good.
At school, I'm most afraid of getting a deuce. Get a triple - it's almost like a four, I'm not afraid. I'm afraid to break my leg when I run and slip. I'm afraid of getting sick and missing lessons. I'm afraid to stain the form. Expect the top five. And I expect me to sit at least at the second desk, and not at the last.
On my first day at school, the teacher ordered me to stand in pairs, and I chose a pretty brown-eyed boy who I liked afterwards for the next three years. The ruler passed on the street, and on September 1, in my native northern Norilsk, it almost snowed every year.
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