In the distant 1977 I finished high school. I am so old. Our school was called a high school. Probably because it introduced professional training, namely driving (after school at the age of 18 you could get the rights) and drawing (the certificate of a drawer-copier was given to the hands). But not this matter. When I got into the army, for some reason I was immediately ordered to issue a stengazette, appointed a political informant, and one lieutenant even asked to write conscripts for him. A month later, I learned from this lieutenant where I got that attention from. It turned out that somewhere in the documents was wrong. And in the field of education, it meant that I had finished high school POLITICAL. No one knew what it was, but I was treated with respect.