Each of us knows what school is. And each of us already has an image of her. I decided to find out the opinion of high school students, who already know all the nuances in their school, about visiting their educational institution every day. I did not conduct a survey among all high school students, but decided to find out the opinion of some of them. To do this, I puzzled them with the following: “What is school for you?” This is what happened (for moral reasons I will maintain confidentiality).
“School is a special institution where people come to talk and pour out their souls. School is a reason to turn white with rage. School is a reason to cry/laugh. School is a period of life that passes unnoticed. School is a useless activity (if a person is a fool, then he will remain one). School is a haven for cockroaches and evil technicians.”
“School is a meeting place with friends and acquaintances. School is a way to fully engage yourself. School is a way to gain at least some knowledge. School is a place of evil (but not always). School means ten years of communicating with the same people.”
“School is knowledge and power. When you go to study, a lot of new information awaits you. You are always given a lot of lessons that are interesting and uninteresting to you, which will help you in passing exams and in your future life. At school you can find many new friends and sign up for any section. School is new experiences and the most best time life, carefree and joyful."
“Many people say that school is good, school is knowledge, but I don’t like it. Grades are given only because of the teacher’s personal relationship with the student. What mood the teacher is in - this is the assessment the student will have. Little attention is paid to knowledge. Old teachers hold on to their place and are afraid of young ones. Young teachers only think about when lessons will end and they will go home. In fact, they don't care. The impressions remain negative. But at the same time, school is a place where you can chat with friends. In my opinion, many students go to school just to socialize with friends.”
“School is, first of all, a stage in education that must be completed in order to continue life. Secondly, school is about communication. School is fun!”
"School is educational institution, where I, a dunce and a slob, are hammered into my head with knowledge that I don’t want to receive!”
“School is half a teenager’s life. And this life will pass you by if you don’t learn to exist in a school environment.”
“At school I sat down at my desk, and for ten years I just didn’t laugh.”
“What is school to me? There are more negative opinions on this question than positive ones. However, for me, school is not just a “cage with lions - teachers”, but also a place where time and energy are brutally wasted, because everyone knows that it is better not to hammer anything into the head of a sleep-deprived person. It's no use. I also don’t like how evil and unceremoniously evil teachers treat us.”
“For me, school is life. I'm already used to going here every day. During the holidays I miss school and my friends. But in reality, here we get incredibly tired and don’t get enough sleep. Now we are in 10th grade, and I really want summer holidays. But when I think about 11th grade, I feel sad, because last year, and then life itself and all that. I would like and would not like to finish school at the same time. And in general, school is fun! So, while you still have time, have fun!”
“School means sleepless nights. Wake up early. Loading free time. Sometimes I get so bored that I get sick from depression. And these are my extra holidays.”
“School...I have an ambivalent attitude towards this first and most memorable social institution in my life. There were different days: when I didn’t want to go to this government house, and when I couldn’t be kept at home with a temperature of 38. Everything depended on the situation. When I had an unquenchable desire to learn or another love, I rushed. When they return a mountain of lessons, she skillfully evaded. But overall, I love my school and can't imagine myself attending graduation next year. How will I live without these sometimes annoying classmates or animal teachers? No, the school is still a unique institution!”
“For me, school is a source of knowledge, a path to the future. But sometimes it's just hell."
“What is school?.. For me it’s meetings with friends, some kind of relationship with people, affairs. And in general, it’s so cool! You walk around school, you know someone, you don’t know someone, and you think that all these people are already like family to you. And it’s impossible to imagine school without them. Maybe this is nonsense. What about studying?.. They don’t teach life at school. I would like us to have lessons in psychology, philosophy, etiquette. And they drum into us this useless algebra. After all, why do we go to school?! Learn to live! So I demand innovation! I like going to school. I come here with joy, especially when I do all my homework!”

“A school is an institution where students are taught various sciences. For some kids, school is an opportunity to learn something new. For others, school is some kind of “bullying”. For me personally, school plays huge role in my life. I'm interested in going to school. These are new acquaintances, new knowledge, communication with peers. The only thing I don't really like is getting up early. In general, I can say that school years“These are some of the best moments of our lives.”
What happens? And it turns out the following: out of 15 people interviewed (5

) students believe that there is no need to go to school, that

School is our second home. When we enter these doors, we do not understand that this is the most beautiful place on earth.

The first time I crossed the threshold of school was when I was in first grade. It was September 1, 2007. I was just in a great mood. I didn’t go to school alone, but with my mom. She led me by the hand, of course, I was still very little.

A lot has changed at my favorite and only school. Now I'm in 7th grade. I can say one thing: if you remember my school 6 years ago, it has changed in better side: new teachers appeared, techs changed. staff, every class has a computer, cameras are installed in our school, renovations have been made everywhere, well, if you list it, it would be a very long time. In a word, times change, students change, and the school changes.

There are many interesting events going on at our school: competitions, trips, Olympiads.

The Olympiads are an opportunity to objectively evaluate your knowledge. It is there that we show our skills and knowledge acquired beyond curriculum. It is by participating in the first Olympiad that we discover new talent. Then we participate in other competitions, at the district level, and for older students and regions.

Competitions are the most interesting thing. This is where our creativity comes into play. We are full of ideas. Our class teacher Tinkina Natalya Viktorovna guides us in the right direction, we listen to her and respect her. We don’t always win, but we try to improve our results.

Trips. These are the funniest moments from school life. Every time we ride on the bus, we come up with different jokes, gags, wave to people passing by, we always have a great time. And the excursions we attended were exciting and interesting. Any performance in the theater was exciting and had a wonderful ending that was eagerly awaited. The camp site is my favorite place, there, indeed, we all become closer to each other, we learn something new about everyone. The trips are memorable for a lifetime; they are truly a great success.

The school is our second home, and it is very sad to leave it, but a part of it will always be in my heart.

And it’s not about the lessons, assignments and teachers. It's all about people and events. After all, they are the ones who fill my school life positive, bright emotions. The first thing that comes to mind is our theatrical productions, skits and fairy tales. How we support each other, we worry so that no one forgets the words. It often happened that an actor knew his friend’s text better than his own.

Well, of course, I’m not saying that when I forever cross the threshold of our school, I won’t remember anything about the teachers. Of course not. I would say a huge thank you to the teachers that, despite our character, they give us knowledge and do everything to make our school life memorable to us as the best part of our lives.

You know, students, I would like to tell you one thing, that our teachers are very good people, and for all the time that I have been studying, I have remembered them as my second mothers.

From this we can conclude that for all the time I spent at school, I will have only the best and most unique memories of it.

Cool! 17

The class I study in is the friendliest and most fun. I was lucky to be in such a wonderful class. All my classmates are very hardworking and persistent, each of them makes every effort to be the best in something. The first teacher often repeated to us: “You must do everything possible to make parents proud of their children.” Having remembered these words, the guys strive to achieve success, supporting each other, rejoicing at every achievement.

Several years have passed since we first sat down at our desks together. We learned each other by heart and became very good friends during this time. During the lessons, no one sits quietly; everyone takes an active part in discussing the topic and answering questions. The forest of hands is about us.

We are very similar to each other, but at the same time we are all very different. Some people want to go to the cinema after school, others want to kick a ball on the playground or just talk, interesting topics, there will always be people willing. If one of us is absent, it is immediately felt in the class, even teachers immediately notice changes, that we are not the same as always.

Traditions in our class have been established for a very long time. One of them is congratulations to birthday people. In our class there is a whole group of children who prepare a congratulatory program, so congratulations always turn out noisy, cheerful, and the hero of the occasion goes home with a bunch of positive emotions and in a great mood. We are also preparing surprises for our teachers. But for some reason they are not always happy about such undertakings.

We never miss school events and take an active part in them. For several years in a row, our class has taken first place in the “Young Assistant Inspector” competition traffic", and we also have a lot of certificates for other competitions.

We were also very lucky with our class teacher, he is really cool. He will always help, tell you where to go and scold overly active students. Our class teacher will always find a way out of situations in which we constantly find ourselves.

All the boys in the class are very strong and brave. Even high school students will never be allowed to offend their classmates. We always protect our girls from bullies from other classes, although we ourselves sometimes pull their pigtails, but they are not offended, but only make crooked faces at us in response. I think that many kids, after school, will go into big sports and become real stars. And my friend Dimka will definitely become a world boxing champion, well, he’s very good at swinging his fists.

We have a very long time to learn together. Someone after goes to school to college or technical school, and some will stay at school for another two years, so that they can then go to college. But I believe that our friendship will continue after graduation, when all the guys run away in all directions. We will definitely call each other, correspond and definitely meet as a whole class and remember the unforgettable years spent at school and our friendly family called classmates.

Even more essays on the topic: “About my class”

My class is the best in the world. We are all cheerful and friendly. I love our boys and girls, so I write this essay with pleasure.

Our girls are the most beautiful, and our boys are the bravest. High school kids tease our girls, but we protect them. We do not allow our own to be offended. At school we are known as the friendliest class.

At school I especially love recess. Schoolchildren scatter around the yard. But our class does not scatter in different directions. We have something to do together. The girls talk about their dresses, jewelry, guys they know. In general, on women's themes. We guys don't bother them. We have the ball. Favorite game is football. The break is not enough for the game, but we are training. We make sure with one eye that no one offends our classmates.

The class teacher calls us his robbers. Our discipline is not very good, but this is not out of malice. There are just a lot of active and active kids in the class. Is it possible to sit quietly at a desk when a beautiful girl is sitting in front? You definitely need to pull the pigtail, pass a note, or prick with a pen. It's just a friendly gesture, but only boys from our class can do this. Strangers are prohibited from pestering girls.

What I love about my classmates is their friendship. We are all different here. Some are silent, some are cheerful. There are smart, lazy, but very good-natured guys. We complement each other perfectly, it’s a real team. On weekends and holidays, the teacher often organizes nature trips. Almost the whole class gathers for such an event. Only those who are sick do not come. Our parents approve of our friendship and always let us go on hikes. Well, we visit the sick after the excursions. We do not leave any of our classmates unattended.

My parents often communicate with their former classmates. When they meet in the city, they always remember their school adventures. I'm sure we will have a lot of pleasant memories too.

Source: school-s.ru

My class has always been special. We somehow quickly became friends when we first crossed the threshold of our home school.

Boys and girls try to help each other in everything, so that there are no poor students and lagging behind. Our beloved teacher, who taught us from first grade, tried to instill in us a love of knowledge, respect for books and a sense of responsibility. She probably did it well, because we are always set as an example to other classes and students.

The most important quality of our class is true friendship. We are for each other, as they say, a mountain. We will not offend anyone, not even a bully. We will first help him out of trouble, and then help him realize his mistakes and correct himself.

We all prepare together for any competitions, shows, Olympics and sports relay races. There are many talented guys in my class. Someone draws well, and we organize a school exhibition for him. Someone sings wonderfully and, with the help of classmates, prepares a vocal number for a children's fairy tale for sponsored children. And someone is a real champion, and the whole class cheers for his team at sports competitions between city schools.

Often, on extracurricular reading, we act out performances, transforming into heroes of our favorite books. We know each other very well, so we always easily distribute roles.

We also know how to have a great rest, be it a hike outside the city, a tour of native land or a holiday concert. Together we are never bored: neither at school, nor in the yard, nor when traveling together. When we part for the holidays, we always look forward to seeing each other again.

We are truly glad that our class brought us all together, and we sincerely believe that our wonderful school years will remain with us as our happiest memories for the rest of our lives.

Source: vse-diktanty.ru

My favorite class should be, first of all, very friendly. After all, we spend most of our day in the classroom, we study there, communicate, and sometimes play. In class we do almost everything. That is why the class should be friendly. Everyone in the class should help each other, then the atmosphere will always be good and friendly. This is very important, because in order to learn everything well and understand what the teacher tells you, you need to feel comfortable. I am very glad that my class is just like this. Everyone is very friendly and helps each other if needed.

Sometimes, however, conflicts occur, but this is inevitable, because we are all different and we all have different habits and ideas about what is right and what is wrong. But this is why we need a class, a small society, to teach how to properly get out of unpleasant situations, and how best to avoid conflict. I believe that you can always talk and find out if someone is not happy with something. This is always better than silently accumulating resentment and not talking to the person who offended you. It is quite possible that he or she does not even realize that something happened between you. Therefore, it is always better to find out everything and talk.

The guys in my class have been together for a long time, and we know each other very well. We know who is very nervous about tests, we know who is the best runner. We all know who is the best at solving math problems and who loves to chat in English. We all know very well that Masha is very well versed in biology, because she plans to become a doctor in the future. We know that Petya will be an excellent athlete, because he is already taking first place in almost all competitions. We know a lot about each other, we know our strengths and weak.

It seems to me that a class for students is almost the same as a family. We spend half our time at school, and most of it is in the classroom, sitting in class, working together, or chatting during breaks. It brings us very close. I may be repeating myself, but once again I want to note that I like my class, because we have been together for a very long time, we are used to each other, we have become friends. I like the atmosphere in our class as it is very friendly.

The class teacher always plays a very important role in the classroom. He, as a wise ruler, must direct the energy of students in the right direction so that it is not wasted on something wrong. Therefore, if the class teacher loves and knows his job, then it will be much easier for the class.

On the eve of the Anniversary of Gymnasium No. 74, I am publishing school memories

The oldest memories from school life are more in the nature of legends, blurred, beginning when retold with the words: “Do you remember?” (my family remembers how after the first school day the first impression I voiced was: “There are only seven boys in my class,” although I don’t remember this, but I assented: “Yes, yes, I remember”). Some of them can be reconstructed from photographs or from diaries that someone has preserved; some stories have long been impersonal or told in the first person, a ritual even if the narrator did not take part in these events. I remember how on the last day of school, when we, the graduates, were awarded certificates, I thought with annoyance: “How? This is all?".

My favorite story - perhaps the most striking and, surprisingly, one of the first - happened on September 1 in 1st grade. Many people have heard this story more than once, but I will repeat it anyway. So, it was after the ceremonial assembly, the “initiation” into school life; everyone was dressed up for the occasion, with bows and white tights. My future classmate and I, whom we became friends with in kindergarten, stood on a large stump in front of the main school porch and waited for a chartered bus - we were supposed to be taken to a festive concert at the Maxim cinema. Standing next to us was my dad - a fan of outdoor sports games or, in the absence of sports equipment, any other activities like who can run the fastest or who can climb higher. Well, dad suggested - to at least somehow keep us occupied - a competition to see who can jump the farthest from the stump. I was the first to jump. She jumped and jumped - far, but not enough for a world record. It was my friend's turn. She prepared to jump - her arms flew forward, but her legs remained on the stump: she forgot to push off. It’s not hard to guess how it ended: the black tights were washed in the teacher’s toilet, and my dad was reprimanded by his friend’s parents. True, this story did not stop us from subsequent adventures.

In short: I remember how in the middle of spring a wasp flew into our window (in elementary school) and sat on the hair of one of our classmates, she then literally blushed instantly, as they depict in cartoons; I remember how the boys put me on the gate a couple of times in physical education because I was fat; I remember how my classmates and I played volleyball in the schoolyard, some in skirts, some in heels; I remember how one of our classmates, rich in “pearls” from chanson, always repeated “I’ll kill you, boatman,” as well as “African stinkers: I’ll circle them with a black pen” (I don’t know who wrote these lines). This same classmate constantly loudly highlighted the letter “Y” (it really impressed him), another story is connected with this. When in a math lesson he voiced the correct answer: “Thirty-four,” the teacher asked him to say it normally. He repeated a little more quietly: “Thirty-four”; the teacher asked again. He answered again, in a calm tone: “Thirty-four.” The teacher, barely restraining her anger, turned to him: “Can you do it normally? Thirty four". He repeats after her: “Thirty-four. YYYYY!”

I remember: before the aquarium was installed in the teachers’ room, it was first located in the third floor lobby (elementary school), and then in the geography classroom; Goldfish used to swim there, then a catfish settled in - but today no one lives there). I remember how we crammed into the tiny office of the head teacher. educational work on the first floor, preparing competitive projects and various performances (by the way, I am grateful to Elena Anatolyevna for inviting me to participate in all school and extracurricular events and games, conferences and trips, charity events and regional flash mobs). I remember how, before the New Year, the whole class watched Disney’s “Cinderella” in chemistry class and drank tea; Nadezhda Anatolyevna always had spare tights or, at worst, a thread and a needle, as well as a first aid kit. I remember photo wallpapers on some of the school walls (in the lobby where “our” office was in elementary school there was a Russian nature motif with birch trees).

Oh, and in elementary school, when we were taken on an excursion to the Russian Museum, the whole class at some point was so tired that we sat under the paintings on the floor - and after the excursion we ran up a large wooden slide (for which we received a large scolding from class teacher) in the Mikhailovsky Garden. I remember how we went on a bus tour of St. Petersburg in the evening - romance! And once our trip (in the elementary school there were three classes on our parallel) to the Russian Museum was disrupted because school 76 and I mixed up the ordered buses (it turned out halfway!), and when we were taken back, we sang “We” to the whole bus will rock you", clapping and stomping rhythmically accordingly.

I also remembered how, when the whole class - in the fifth or sixth - was returning after some event in the city center (maybe from an excursion or from the theater), we took the subway. It was mid-autumn, and many of the girls had the then fashionable cane umbrellas; Having taken empty seats, we hung these umbrellas in front of us on the upper horizontal handrails, and when the train accelerated or slowed down, these umbrellas, at the same distance from each other, rode along the crossbar, now to the right, now to the left - then the whole carriage laughed! I also had fun when, on Gymnasium Day in Outpost, my friend and I - I was in the ninth or tenth grade, and he was in the eighth or ninth - were presenters at a festive concert. We announced numbers - musical and dance, someone read poetry or gave a solemn speech. During one of the performances, my friend and I danced a waltz backstage to the music of the performers on stage. Oh, we laughed!

Also - continuing the theme of events - when my class and I celebrated some New Year in the house children's creativity on Torzhkovskaya Street, after a thematic performance by a folk song and dance ensemble (or as it is usually called), the performers invited one of our classmates to join their lineup, probably noting her ease, ringing voice and energy. This incident was remembered most of all by the fact that it was this classmate who laughed the loudest at this fact.

Actually, yes, we were all vocal. It seems that we were even nicknamed the most singing class because we always won school choir competitions. I remember how beautifully we sang the war song “Cranes” (standing in a wedge formation, at some point raising paper cranes above our heads). I remember with what fervor they sang “Song of Happiness” from the film “Ivan Vasilyevich...”. I remember how they sang Lyube’s song “Why are the birches making so much noise in Russia.” I remember how, on the way to a tourist rally, we were rehearsing a song on the train, the climax of which came at a stop, and then (in the interval between the noise of the road) over the voices of other schoolchildren who were simply communicating with each other, we sang quite loudly: “And it doesn’t matter what you sing - the main thing is that's loud! La-la-la-la-la!”...

Many of us also played musical instruments(mostly on the piano). I remember when someone in the class (in elementary school) had a birthday, during the whole lesson, of course, under the supervision of the class teacher, we all took turns congratulating the birthday person - who wished something good (usually the same ), who gave a pencil, who performed something simple on the piano. In the year when everyone who went to the third grade of a music school (in fact, we ourselves were in the third grade then) literally took turns performing Kabalevsky’s “Clowns” for the birthday boys. Then the repertoire was replenished with the same works from Tchaikovsky’s “Children’s Album”, Beethoven’s “Fur Elise” and Oginsky’s “Polonaise”. I remember with what pride, with what solemnity we declared that we had not fulfilled some homework, because we had a concert the day before (and the “doubting” teachers were given a certificate, which supposedly was supposed to compensate for the completed task). I remember a long time ago in my mother’s office, on the far wall, a portrait of Akhmatova was drawn, and lines from her poems were written. Now this is no longer the case; the piano, along with the music school, which our gymnasium turned into in the evenings, moved to a new place (I remember how angry my mother was when small children, so that they could reach the keyboard, had to put two green volumes of the Bolshoi on the chair Encyclopedic Dictionary).

I just entered school, today’s multimedia room first served as a music room (I remember how we sat in rows on white plastic chairs and sang all the songs in a row - children’s and pop - to the accompaniment of the teacher playing the piano), here we also performed a musical performance “ Teremok" on German, and also learned to dance (yes, our program in the first grade included weekly ballroom dancing lessons!). By the way, about unusual disciplines: in our class they taught “Hello, Museum!” (Lyudmila Evgenievna’s excursion into the world of art), “Culture of Communication” (Natalia Pavlovna and I listened to recordings of the sounds of wildlife, had tea parties, drew each other, played educational games, went to hug trees in the park of the Forestry Academy). One day Natalya Pavlovna invited Maryana Alekseevna to a lesson: she performed pieces from Tchaikovsky’s “Children’s Album” on the piano - just in the music room - and we sang along. I remember how, when the waltz was playing, a classmate invited all the girls to dance with him and received a refusal from each of us (it was childish shyness or the sprouts of arrogance - you decide). After the waltz ended, we were all reprimanded: it was impolite to refuse; we were extremely ashamed in front of our classmate and in front of the teachers, and the second time, of course, we all took turns dancing with this classmate. Later, when we became “big”, that is, we moved into high school, festive celebrations were held in the music room cool watch or lights (for example, we role-played the fairy tale “Turnip”): we organized competitions, performed in front of each other, sometimes guests came to us (writers, a chamber theater troupe, an anatomy lecturer). By the time I moved to high school, the office was completely refurbished and renamed into a multimedia room: computers and an electronic board with a projector were installed here; this room began to be used for special occasions (conferences, gymnasium readings, and once here the whole class took turns memorizing Brodsky’s “Pilgrims”). The music room “moved” to another place - where labor lessons for girls had previously been held; By the way, today these lessons often take place in the teachers’ cafe; often, walking past it, you can smell the smells of the culinary labors of our schoolgirls.

We also loved to eat. Very. For example, our double German lessons were always arranged in such a way that there was a long break between them - so we either had breakfast or lunch each time. Ravil Valievich called our entire group gluttons for this. When he taught us drawing and in one of the lessons asked what we really liked, hinting at the cinema (with the help of which he explained tricks with shadows), we almost answered in unison: “Eat.” Yes. I remember a girl from a parallel class published a humorous note on VKontakte about establishing the type of schoolchildren by the number of sausages they ate in the dough. Once they were dividing a bun with scissors. We ate yogurt with a ruler... And one day a bottle of yogurt thrown at a classmate turned out to be unclosed... I remember how the monthly duty in the canteen (lucky those who were on duty on the days tests) was a reason to come to school without a uniform - albeit in a jacket, but in jeans! I remember how we stood in line the entire recess until all the “big ones” freed up space at the window - and in the end we didn’t have time to eat everything before the bell rang (and now: you pay at the buffet, you get it at the window - an incomprehensible system). By the way, I also have a memory about the “big ones”: when big uncles and aunts greeted my mother on the way to school, it turned out that they were just her high school students; I thought I'd be that big in high school too. But I look at my mother’s current graduates and think: some of them, like my aunts and uncles, really look much older than me. Considering that I am finishing my master's degree, I feel no more than sixteen.

Among the large number of events in which our school was only one of the participants, important place occupied projects from children's and youth civil-patriotic social movement"Guys from the Vyborg side." As part of the “RVS”, we went to cleanup days at the “Hill of Glory” (“Nameless Height”), participated in regional local history quests, on trips to the Solnechny and Zerkalny children’s recreation centers, organized “Memory Tape” and “Post No. 1” events " I remember how on January 27 we kept a memorial watch in Sosnovka Park at the memorial to the pilots: a frosty day, snow-covered trees before our eyes merged into a black and white blur - but we were doing an important, good deed. We honored the memory of those who defended the sky over our city during the war.

A teacher who lived through the siege of Leningrad worked at our school for many years. We have preserved memories of Nina Georgievna as a wonderful teacher and kindest person: she found an approach to all children and was not indifferent to everyone. She fought even with the most stubborn schoolchildren to the last: once, in the eighth grade, a classmate and I persistently repeated loudly that we did not understand anything. Nina Georgievna asked us to get up from our seats: we realized that we had brought her to a white heat - and we simply burst into tears of shame. Not because the whole class was looking at us or that we did not understand the topic of the lesson - we were ashamed of our stubbornness, which upset the teacher most of all. Despite this, Nina Georgievna eventually helped us understand mathematics - us and many others, and not only in mathematics. I have not met any university professors after school who were as interested in reaching students; I can count on one hand the teachers who were interested in their subject; It is hardly possible to find within the walls of my faculty a person whom you can go to after class for tea and just have a heart-to-heart talk about everything in the world. As my sister once said, school teachers- the hardest workers among teachers. On my own behalf, I will add that, according to my observations, a teacher (at least in our gymnasium) is not just a profession. It's a lifestyle!

TEST 1

Writing, reading

§ Do you know the letters? Name them. (The letters are written on cards and arranged in alphabetical order).

§ Read the words: house, horse, cat, car. Explain what these words mean. Show pictures of objects with these names.

§ Read the sentence: “Mom washed the frame.” Who is the sentence talking about?”

§ Tell a story or poem (3-4 sentences or quatrain).

§ Put the pictures in order and make up a story.

To test auditory memory and fine motor skills

§ Write the following words in printed letters: house, floor, table, mom, dad.

Clarification of spatial concepts, orientation in place, counting

§ Show right hand. Show your left eye, right ear, etc.

§ Count your fingers? Which one is bigger?

§ Place as many sticks on the table as there are circles in the picture.

§ Which circles are there more? (5 large red circles and 7 small blue ones are placed in front of the child).

§ Knowledge of forward and backward counting (count from 1 to 10, count from 3 to 8, from 6 to 2, etc.).

§ Name the numbers in the pictures.

§ Knowledge geometric shapes: name the shapes (a circle, rectangle, square, triangle, etc. cut out of cardboard are laid out in front of the child). Fold a rectangle out of two triangles.

Revealing ideas about the world around you

1. State your last name, first name, patronymic.

2. Give the full name of your mother and father.

3. Are you a girl or a boy? Who will you be when you grow up, an aunt or an uncle?

4. Do you have a sister, brother? Who's older?

5. How old are you? How much will it be in a year? In two?

6. Is it afternoon or morning?

7. When do you have breakfast - in the evening or in the morning? Do you have lunch in the morning or afternoon? What comes first - lunch or dinner?

8. Where do you live? What is your home address?

9. What does your father and mother do?

10. Do you like to draw? What color is this pencil (ribbon, dress).

11. What time of year is it now? Why do you think so?

12. When can you go ice skating – winter or summer?

13. Why does it snow in winter and not in summer?

14. What does a postman, a doctor, a teacher do?

15. Why do we need a bell and a desk at school?

16. Do you want to go to school yourself?

17. What are ears for?

18. What animals do you know?

19. What birds do you know?

20. Who is bigger, a cow or a goat? Bird or bee? Who has more paws: a dog or a rooster?

21. What is greater than 8 or 5? 7 or 3?

22. What should you do if you accidentally break someone else's thing?

Evaluation of results

§ For a correct answer, the child receives 1 point.

§ For correct but incomplete answers - 0.5 points.

§ Point 16 is assessed together with points 15 and 17. If the child scored 3 points in point 15 and gave a positive answer to point 16, then the protocol notes positive motivation for studying at school (the total score must be at least 4).

§ For questions 5,8,15,22 points are distributed as follows:

Question 5: how many years – 1 point, answer including months – 3 points.

Question 8: complete home address with city name – 2 points, incomplete – 1 point.

Question 15: for each correctly indicated use of school paraphernalia - 1 point.

Question 22: for the correct answer - 2 points.

Evaluating the results of the conversation

Points: the child is considered school-age mature.

Balla: medium maturity.

Balla: low level psychosocial development.

Test 2

What does the child know about school?

Determine what your child knows about school. After all, already on the first of September many questions and difficult situations will arise. For you, these childhood worries will seem like trifles, but for him - the most difficult tasks. Be prudent and help your child find a way out of future predicaments in advance, now.

Ask your child:

Compare his answers with the correct ones:

1. How do you address the teacher? 2. How to attract attention to yourself if you need to ask something? 3. What should you say if you need to go to the toilet? 4. What is a lesson? 5. How do they know when it’s time to start the lesson? 6. What is change? 7. Why change? 8. What is the name of the table where children write? 9. What does the teacher write in when explaining the task? 10. What is a mark? 11. Which grades are good and which are bad? 12. What is a school diary? 13. Are there children of the same age or different ages in the class? 14. What are vacations?

1. By first name and patronymic and using “you”. 2. Silently raise your hand so that it1 can be seen. 3. Raise your hand and say: “Excuse me, can I leave?” 4. This is the time during which children learn something new: listen to the teacher’s explanations and students’ answers, do exercises and do not leave the classroom. 5. The bell rings, the corridors empty, children run to classes. 6. Recess is a break between lessons. 7. Recess is needed so that children can leave the classroom, relax, play, and have breakfast. 8. Desk. 9. The teacher writes on the blackboard with chalk. 10. A mark is a number that evaluates success: correctly or incorrectly, well or poorly, the student completed the task. 11. 1 (one) – it can’t be worse, 2 (two) – bad, 3 (three) – mediocre, satisfactory, not very good, 4 (good) – good, 5 (five) – excellent. 12. A diary is a notebook where the lesson schedule is written, children write down homework, and the teacher gives marks. 13. Children of the same age and same year of birth usually study in the same class. 14. Vacation is a break from studying for several days, as well as for the whole summer; After the summer holidays, children go to the next grade.

It is important that the child answers fundamentally correctly, without further clarification.