Elena Livanova published a post with unpleasant memories of studies in a regular St. Petersburg school in Facebook. Under Huesteg # is a myistoriyoproshk, she proposes to collect stories about what is happening in the average schools, that teachers and parents are silent. PICS.RU publishes her post entirely.
I read about the scandal around the 57th Moscow School and the Volley-Neils I remember my teenage period. In my memory, many bright moments related to school number 16 of Vasileostrovsky district of St. Petersburg are preserved.
A new boy comes to our class. It is low growth, blonde, obviously younger than everyone else. For the first month of this boy, beaten several times under her feet and break his nose. The class teacher comes to "understand" with our class and asks New, why he climbs to the guys, if he sees that they do not want to communicate with him? The boy does not just do not receive support, but also turns out to be "guilty" is that he is beating.
The two most "popular" girls in the class is enough for the chest and for the ass every time they pass by our boys in the corridor. The most "looting" guy somehow slept his hand between the legs of one of these girls, after which he lifted it under friendly laughter of all the guys present in the classroom.
Russian language lesson. He teaches his woman aged. In the class of silence. From the rear desk suddenly the cry suddenly comes: "Oh, you are old redhead n *** a!". The teacher ships for a few seconds, then the lesson continues as if nothing had happened.
I regularly listen to the stream of frozen insults. Once after school, I return home and I think that today was a good day, because no one even called a whore and stupid bitch.
I am called to the blackboard in Russian, but I can not really answer, because the whole class begins to laugh, hurry and shout different curses. The teacher in Russian helplessly stands next to me. It even seems to me that it rejoices that the kids are currently mocking her.
I tear with my classmates. Deuly every day. Decoration to blood. I return home with bruises, and sometimes with bumps on the face. And all this was useless, because the forces are not equal. I was one against a dozen aggressive and well-splitable guys.
Did I tell anyone about what came across every day at school? No, did not tell. I was ashamed to say that I was driving every day. I vaguely understood that I was most likely accused of everything that happens to me. In addition, I believed that it was necessary to endure this test alone. Only weak people are addicted to support, I thought then.
How much I am experiencing rage, remembering the school, words do not pass! Why, when I have a teenager from the problem family (I grew up without parents), should have been done in this hell? Where were all these social workers, psychologists, and officials who, in theory, should have to defend me and other adolescents?
Where were the parents of those guys who initiated the injury? Why didn't they be interested in the fact that their children behave like the real cruel scum?
And our state, what did it do? Why no one tells children and teenagers that they have any basic rights? Does anyone explain to children that no one dares to insult, beat, paw and humiliate them? Someone tells schoolchildren, in what social services can they contact, if you encounter injury? No, instead of conducting information and educational campaigns on the problem of adolescent violence, our state promotes traditional values and protects children from homosexual propaganda.
I write these deadlines and understand that something I encountered, far from the worst thing. Moreover, I probably had a lot of me.
I really want to launch Flashmob under Hesteg's # washing myistorioskolt, because millions of adults with shudders remember how much pain and powerful anger they survived, being students of the average Russian school.
