In the discussions, the abode of all kinds of frics and other criteria, sometimes adequate, I was asked the question: what is school leadership? What I want to do, I will answer in the release. I once tried to take that leadership.

March 1979, Sedanka, is a village near Vladivostok. Stalin-era barracks entered the land, plus three new officer houses. My first lesson. I am a foreigner from communism, from the military town of the elite part of Alma-Ata. I am almost 14. When we were born again, there were no grandparents, no goops, no bullies. I look at it, what shit? With me, the newcomer, no one sat next to me. The whole class is boring. On the shift - three happy fools spit girls and try to reveal something from them, despite energetic resistance, none of the guys enter. All the boys, like abandoned, try not to notice. Two ploughnuts begin to climb up before me, amusingly looking at the captain, the ambal of the middle articles - and isn't it time for him to come to them for help?

The breakdown came quickly - at the next lesson we were driven to grind the leaves in the school yard. It should have been done in March, I don’t understand it now. Three men approached me and offered me to go out of the corner. Find out the relationship. I look at them and think that’s a script. The captain will most likely beat me himself, in an honest fight around the corner - really powerful and probably pumped on such fights. If something goes wrong, two sprinklers will help. The result is 100% - a gentle, slightly beaten and completely loyal guy will return across the corner. Like all previous ones.

But do I need it? I had the only chance. The captain was overwhelmed by his threats. I gave a blow to the jaw, added a knee to the eggs, then a few beats on the painful places. The biggest damage was that he bitten his tongue from the first blow. The means of communication with the herd were lost. There was only a complaint in the curved position. I asked the rest of the crowd who would go out with me, one on one. To continue, so to speak, the dialogue. Both of them somehow stumbled, and began to blatantly explain what prevents them from doing so. Basically they fought each other - a colleague, in their unanimous opinion, was more worthy to represent the combat qualities of the Stay.

The girls laughed - this was the real end of the criminal group. They were no more flattered. Upon returning to the class for the party, a strong guy, also from an officer family, sat with me. His mistake was that he once obediently walked over the corner, like a bull for slaughter, and was thoroughly beaten. And in the battle with the superior forces is real, the lower, the better.

Have we taken the lead? In the sense of stopping the hoppy image - yes. In terms of use, no. The girls in the class seemed unhappy to me – my heart was broken by the remaining in Alma-Ata Oxanna. And the neighbor's party was all the way, only to prevent him from studying.

It is curious that in the best universities in the world there is the opposite phenomenon, but equal - the strength of the smart. Mike Crow, the rector of the University of Arizona, himself reading the lectures, said about the following:
“Before the pandemic, I didn’t like the fact that in a full-time class there were always two or three (a few) of the most cowardly students who were the first to answer questions and were willing to engage in discussion, while thinking about what they wanted to say, except for the absolute need to speak first. The rest of the class was forced to polite silence over the lack of time. In zoom, I myself choose who to give the word, based on the replies received in the chat.

That with fist, that with tongues, even with a thorn, even with a thorn, youth tends to aggressively self-affirm. But to humiliate the especially embarrassed is always easier than it seems to a frightened peer.