Shalneva Nadezhda
Shalneva Nadezhda
From August 1984 to June 2017, she worked as a primary school teacher and an organizer of extracurricular activities at a secondary school in the village of Nekrasovskoye, Yaroslavl region. I made 8 full issues. I have a Certificate of Honor from the Ministry of Education and Science of the Russian Federation, Winner of the district stage of the All-Russian competition "Teacher of the Year of Russia - 2006", participant of the regional stage of the All-Russian competition "Teacher of the Year of Russia" in 2007, Winner of the regional stage of the All-Russian competition "For the moral feat of a teacher" in 2010
Since September 1, 2017, I have been working at the MAOU secondary school No. 279 in Gadzhievo, Murmansk region, as a primary school teacher and class teacher of the second 2nd grade. In 2020, she became the winner of the Municipal stage of the All-Russian competition of professional skills in the nomination To educate a person.
The motto of my work is: "The most interesting and valuable thing in this world is Personality." Vasily Alexandrovich Sukhomlinsky wrote: "There are invisible strings in the soul of every child. If you touch them with a skillful hand, they will sound beautifully." I feel these "invisible strings" in every child: through a fairy tale, fantasy, game, through unique children's creativity. This is the right way to the heart of every person, big and small, which means that I have the opportunity to create favorable conditions for the development of creative abilities of my students in the classroom and in extracurricular activities.
I am a teacher, not a poet,
But I will sing glory to the school.
I made a vow at the age of 20 -
And I give my heart to children!
I will always be devoted to my profession and children!
I am very proud of this title:
Teacher is forever!
So much TV school experienced,
But I thank fate.
Let it sound a little hackneyed:
I give my heart to children!
Masters of their craft are not born, but become. As well as teachers.
Many people, when talking about choosing a profession, talk about their first teachers. And I was not a special exception - the example of Alevtina Alexandrovna Vavilova in front of my children's eyes determined my future life path.
I saw her wisdom in relation to us, little schoolchildren, and tried on this adult wisdom for myself. I felt strict and kind and tried to live up to my ideal. There was always a Light burning inside her- it warmed us, not burned us, and I thought that all teachers in this world should certainly be the same. And I also longed to be at least a little bit, at least a little bit like her.
After finishing school, I entered the Uglich Pedagogical College. This period was a real school of life. Away from home, from loved ones, everything was real here: the first best friend, the first pride in passing exams and winning contests. Here I learned to be responsible for my actions and to be independent.
... For the thirty-eighth year I have been working as a primary school teacher. And it seems that my first working day was only yesterday.
I remember that day as I do now. The new skirt is pressed into a fold, the new shoes are terribly rubbing the heel, and inside me my heart is beating like a frightened bird. I'm afraid, I'm ready to give up without even starting, and shamefully run away. But, taking a deep breath, I take the first step into the unknown.
Thirty pairs of brown, blue, green eyes with curiosity, interest and - yes! - they looked at me with anticipation. They looked at me the same way I looked at my first teacher twelve years ago.
In this magical moment, everything seemed to fall into place. And I took my place.
For the thirty-eighth year I have been coming to school early in the morning, preparing the office and the blackboard for the school day. Everything is painted, everything has a clear order of actions, the head remembers, and the hands do.
I am a homeroom teacher. Like the key to all the doors. Like living water that grows. Like dead water that heals.
The children who are brought to me on the first of September in the first grade grow and change with me for four years, and without me for the rest of their lives. I need to turn on my internal microscope, my sharpest vision, and see the best in each of them to help the little seed germinate into a beautiful rose bush. And also to see the void that needs to be filled with kindness, attention and care.
I do not know who my little Misha Ivanov or Tanya Petrova will become. I do not know how the life path of each of them will turn out.
But one thing I know for sure: those zhi-shi, 2 + 2 and the names of lakes, seas and rivers, those safety rules on the street, those unevenly trimmed circles for applications, those gouache-stained cheeks, that joy from New Year's matinees, that sadness from the twos received, that happiness from the first victories, that anger and the bitterness of the first defeats, those first secrets for moms (and from moms!), the Light that once lit a small candle in the chest of each of my students – they will carry all this through the years. All this will come in handy one day and will be remembered. All this will become a fire capable of illuminating the path of life and warming the suffering.
And this has been happening every day for the thirty-eighth year. Autumn is replaced by winter, after spring comes summer. My grown-up children leave, and return after a year, bringing their children to the first grade already.
Such is the cycle of children and knowledge in nature. These are the laws of life. I want to believe that it will always be like this. That one day my place will be taken by yesterday's funny first-grader, who saw the Light in me and her true purpose in this life.
My whole family lives in the north.
I think that every strong person should see the north. Here the character is tested, the strength of the spirit is strengthened, and the unusual restrained severe beauty never gets bored, but, on the contrary, simply fascinates.