Learn me to live … Several years ago I cheerfully laughed at Zadornov's concerts, where words «well sounded, stupid!». It it about Americans who does not know. I not only laughed, but also quite sincerely was indignant with "their" education system at which in the sixth class of children learn to actions with three-value numbers. Not to compare to the program of our schools where quadratics, matrixes and sets meet in textbooks already 3-4 classes.
And now I look at the child-teenager with the spoilt sight, the taken roots dislike for school and for ever the bent backbone and I think: and what for?
Teachers almost with pride say, that the school program in Moldova - one of the most complicated among the CIS countries, not speaking about Europe and America. And again: and what for? Really so knowledge of trigonometrical functions and skills of drawing up of the graphic scheme of a compound sentence is necessary for the future adults? In my opinion, where more terribly, that they grow unadapted by a real life, and after 12 years of school training children know everything, besides, that they need to know for a survival in the adult world.
As consequence - troubles of graduates of HIGH SCHOOLS: the overwhelming majority basically cannot be arranged to work on a speciality. To them have inspired, that higher education - the keystone to success, but have forgotten to learn how to interest in itself employers. Much the smaller part for work is arranged, but stays in horror of that, it appears, it is necessary to work, and the salary thus rather modest. To them have not explained, that the one who does not fear is successful to show the initiative, to risk, work day and night, and it is not important, intellectual it is work or physical. The third category - мизер from total - quite adequately perceives a reality and is ready to gnaw iron for the sake of career and material welfare. But them the minority is valid. And the majority still for a long time stays in confidence, that in another's kitchen garden a grass зеленее. Here such we raise our children - the hands we saw a bough on which we sit.
Nadejda Degtyreva? photo by Valerii Corcimari.