Believe it or not

Kodolova Т.V.

Want, believe, want, no, but it was so ...

September 2, 1985.

The 2nd day of my work at school came as a teacher. I was awarded a classroom leadership in the final class. The leader of the class was a tall, blond guy - Oleg. In those days of building communist society, collective farmers worked in full force in the vast fields of our Motherland. And so it was accepted that the younger generation knew the taste of the labor ruble. The night before, the director announced that tomorrow we will go to the potatoes in the morning. I arrived at work at 7.30, but the postponement was postponed until 10 am, as it was freezing on the ground. Perhaps, at least, it was ridiculous to contemplate the fragile teacher in rubber boots 2 sizes larger and sporting with fleece pants, which inspires schoolchildren about the benefits of learning English. Remembering the lectures on the method of teaching English in high school, I, so I thought, skillfully and competently presented to the pupils of the 8th grade new material. To myself, I noted that students listen attentively and in the course of the lesson they make notes in their notebooks. With a sense of self-satisfaction from my work, I walked among the ranks, hiding, however, the embarrassment from my outfit and was perplexed. "Why did they frighten us at the institute with behavior in the lesson of children?" Everyone is sitting, not whispering, no one is distracted. It's easy, I teach, they learn. Somewhere about 5 minutes before the end of the lesson, I saw the last desk of the director. That's who was a teacher. When my shame was interrupted by the call, I happily went out to the bus, where the tenth-class students were already crowding.

The headmaster of the school came out, the pupils became quiet, listened to instructions, instructed in safety precautions, and we left the city. Half an hour later the bus stopped near the village, next to the field. That was the beginning of my teacher's share. Feeling my uncertainty, I tried to give orders in a firm voice to whom to stand on the row with whom, how many potatoes to pour into each bag, how to alternate work with rest, etc. Each of my orders, Oleg anticipated. We worked like heroes of the soc. Competition, I'm alone, the class itself. My subordinates perceived my discontent with a nod of the head, but, well, they say, you know for yourself. The day was ending, Oleg ahead of me checked the work and ordered, it's time to go to a stop. I left the object of labor activity the last, although Oleg did not check the quality of my work. To the village, where we had to wait for a bus, stretched out by a chain, our group moved past the field on which the clover was growing. And there ... A herd of cows, led by a bull, an awesome sight, seeing a noisy, motley crowd, was alerted, and the ox headed towards us, breathing in loudly with his nose. I, as a true leader, with loud screams of horror, leaving behind me a class, showing a strong athletic bearing, fled to the village. Oleg's unusual sprinting came to an end, distracting the bull's attention. Hiding behind the stop, I watched as the bull, followed by a herd of cows, slowed the run, overlooked the violators of their quiet life. Shaking his head, the bull turned back, the cows followed.

The bus at the bus stop was not there for some reason. Waiting for the male part of the population did not want to. Oleg, as if by the way, said. "We left on the trolley to the city, and the girls with the bus will get. To my indignation the answer was: "Come on you"

At night I could not sleep. In the morning on the school line the chairman of the collective farm expressed gratitude to the school for help in harvesting. I was thanked for the good organization of students in the collection of collective farm potatoes. And then I realized that the authority of the teacher is very important, and it is earned over the years.