“You’ve finished Fizfak, right? So why don’t you work as a teacher?”

I work as a trainer.

The story of how I went to work as a physicist in the 8th grade in my native high school, from which I once graduated.

So then.

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I came to the first lesson in class. The guys are noisy, but you can calm down quickly. We work. At the end of the lesson, a student approaches and says, “Thank you, I first understood physics.” The sound of my class confuses my name.
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We sign a contract with the school in two weeks of work. The salary is a laugh. But I didn’t go here for money, so we work.
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We conduct a laboratory. Students drink water from the bottles and lick the manometer. Two teachers in a classroom is not an obstacle. Next time you need to take a strong salt solution or laxative. An alcohol for me.
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The class got used to me and started making a lot more noise. I spend a lot of nerve and effort to keep the class under control. I try not to scream. Until the gun. I am looking for spirits.
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Somebody in the class was strongly murmured (they are already mating significantly and often). He raised the whole class. He said – or this person goes out, or independent. They made a scene from the film Spartacus ("I Mothered! No, I’ve gotten married!” But they were all the other guys, our main hero sat in the bushes. Writing work, I honestly bet 90% of the two.
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I get the calculation for a month. It is 10 times less than what is written in the contract (that is, quite a penny). The accountants say it should be so. I go to the director. It turns out that I was counted 10 times less hours. The accountant assures that soon the money will fall on the card. A month of silence.

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In one class, two students insulted the third (one-on-one boy Neville Dolgopups). They picked up things, hit their feet and head. Everyone was quiet, I didn’t even immediately get into the situation. I call the Zevs. The sound is heard on all floors of the school. When I saw the beating boys, they walked into the bushes, saying that I, I did nothing. They refuse to leave the class, they have already been kicked out by classmates. by Fu. Spirit, where are you?
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The education of Zazuch was enough for exactly one lesson. After the lesson again went mat in the lessons, fights and other stuff. I popularly explain what will happen if I leave their class and how much their further education will cost. The wise were silent (they didn’t even make a noise), the others didn’t get through.
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Two people are fighting again in one class. I wanted to leave the class. They sit. I insist. Another boy says, “Yes, I’d been out a long time to listen to this.” I crawl, throwing all three into the shell. Alcohol is found.
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After the last lesson, I say that I will no longer be in this class. Talk to the director. The director complains that no one works, promises golden mountains. I refuse to. Lessons in the classroom are running out again.
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Parents and students ask in the вотsap and telegram - is it true that I left? They are upset. They say that during the time with me, their child at least began to understand physics.
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Let me emphasize again. All of the above is a lyceum, an institution with an elevated status.

Only a very rich person or an altruist can work as a teacher. In such circumstances, giving boys at least something (not to mention good and light) is a huge job. A tribute to all my teachers. You are heroes.