My older daughter is a schoolgirl, and now she has a full gap. Sometimes this Mademoiselle, of course, must be restrained, but in general, I am glad that it is unreasonably bathed in the sea, fruit blends with pleasure and even reads some kind of mystical ahine. At the end of May everything was different. The mind of the sixth grader flatly refused to cope with mathematics, and the Mathematics itself was equated at least to the Malefisent. After the next fiasco with the control and regular hysteria, I buried so much that I decided to go to school.
A waste record for reception, security, checking documents ... If it had a type of service from the public relationship with a request to tell what exactly I want to talk with a teacher of mathematics, I would not be surprised. But all these innovations hid a total retro. It was difficult to get rid of the feeling that I returned to the eighties and see my mathematic. Entry voice, inexpressive clothing, hairstyle is even worse. Getting a certificate, I was sure that I would never see the person who spoil my life for years. But she returned to spoil my daughter's life.
After a short, very kind and low-oiled conversation, I was walking down the street and I was impressed by the seen I remembered my teachers. I did not care in the elementary class, most likely, because the first teacher had too a formidable look and sometimes smoked on us. In medium and older classes, my performance was significantly better: the teachers became greater, and the evil aunts certainly balanced good women. And after the hated algebra there was literature in the execution of the lady, from which I just could not tear off. And two more geographicists: one is just a dull, which could be placed with incredible pleasure, and the other monster in the skirt. A Frenchwoman, as if coming from Paris, and her shifts in old shoes and with a bag on wheels. The director, confident that all students are unreasonable creatures, and a strict physician, which nevertheless heard every word.
Respect for teachers Personally, I have a hand in hand with suspicion. In my opinion, too big they are about yourself opinions. Despite the fact that their education, taste, and sometimes manners barely pull on the triethrower. But still, without bad teachers it is impossible. They may not be taught anything, but are suitable as visual examples of human diversity with which all children will sooner or later have to face. I'm not afraid of my mathematics anymore! And the daughter will not be afraid.