By the age of six or seven we had passed the first stage of preparation, and our consciousness began to fade, we are already slowly getting tired and the body, in their opinion, begins to grow tired, and in our opinion, the process of its aging has begun. And we are dedicated and led to the second stage of processing - it is a school.
For everyone school is the memories. But there is something in these memories of each of us in common.
And I do not regret it at all
On the first day, having arranged an imaginary holiday with flowers and joyful smiles of relatives and teachers. By the way, I don't remember mine well, except when I entered the class, I saw that all the first desks were busy. Before that, in the yard, older comrades and wise experience after the first and second grade, I was told that these desks are sitting only excellent students. And since they didn't specify that it turned out to be necessary to learn something else, I approached the first desk on the way and suggested to the boy sitting there to leave it. To which he said no, which surprised me very much. Not thinking for long, I swung and hit him, what was my surprise when he hit me back, the result: we were seated somewhere in the back row, where I sat all the years of study, of which I do not regret.
I felt great in the gallery. And I was not jealous of those who sat on the first desks and were always in the teacher's sight. There were mainly excellent students and teachers' favorites.
On the gallery
Whoever studied will know how to sit on the gallery. After the second lesson I got bored and went home, where my grandmother fed me her favorite borscht and pies, and my mother, when she came home from work in the evening, gave me a beating because she got a call from the head teacher, her friend and reported my disappearance. Mom, as an experienced person and knowing my extraordinary actions, typed my grandmother and learned that the great student quietly dies pies at home, left all the "congratulations" for the evening. I distracted myself again, so that you too could nastalgia a little and remember your first day at school.
I had a little trouble at home. We cheated and explained that we couldn't do that. That school is a duty that I have to fulfill for the next ten years. I want it or not.
To love everyone
So, let's continue: we are dragged into a building divided into closed rooms, called classrooms and broken down by letters and years of study, sitting at desks and forced to sit there for hours, giving 10-15 minutes for a break, which also monitors our movements. First, we are told about the happiness where we find ourselves and continue to work in our consciousness, as a vaccination, that first of all we must love the place where we live to the greatest madness. Then we must love those who without our decisions brought us to this world, i.e. parents, and we must obey everybody in general, looking at all those who are older than us, especially parents and teachers. Only then will the real member of their society grow up to be of benefit to them. But we are told that all this is done in our name and only their care will save us from the troubles of this world. Yes, I missed such an important moment as the definition of our future faith, whom we should believe and worship all our lives, but this is a separate part of the narrative, because we are led to this in different periods of existence.
The school years have come
And as they say, it was high school... At first we are taught to write, read, count, tell about the basic knowledge of the environment. We write in the language we are offered, read the set of books, the authors of which, in their understanding, should finally suggest that the surrounding reality is not the same as the other. We memorize the words and sentences they need, repeating them later as a mantra, because the authority of these authors is not in doubt. We are constantly told that we are human beings, this is the highest stage of development of all around us, and, consequently, nature has not invented anything above us. Again, I do not touch upon various religious and other esoteric currents that have existed for thousands of years in the sick imagination of the overwhelming number of inhabitants of this world. Therefore, we should honor it and remember it always.
Again, we must... To whom? Why should we all and always? Why are we taught this?