[what is a horizon?]

[what is a horizon?]

On my way home today, I looked at the hill that I pass every day. Since I was with my friends who are all teachers, I couldn’t help but remember the time over 18 years ago.

I was in the first grade and we had a Nature class. Knowing that we don’t like to sit for a long time and listen, our teacher took us on a “field trip.”

My first school was located right at the foot of that tall hill, so Larisa Pavlovna gathered her chicks, i.e. us, and we went to climb the hill.

I distinctly remember that I was walking right next to her and asked her how could she keep up with the steep climb – she wasn’t a young lady even back then. She smiled at me and said that she used to climb mountains, so she was trained. I still worried, but back then she was the coolest teacher ever.

20 minutes later, we finally got to the top. It felt exhilarating to stand on top of what back then seemed like a huge mountain, feeling the breath of the wind in your face, and overlooking the city that sprawled beneath us. Besides, it wasn’t every day that we actually could roam and play and climb hills outside during the class time.

“Okay, kiddos, look straight.”

We all did, waiting for what will come next.

“See where the sky meets the earth?”

“Yeah!”

“This is called a horizon – the line where the sky and the earth seems to meet. They don’t meet in reality, of course, but it looks like it.”

… My friends were saying something, so I pulled myself back from the memories into the “here and now” world, but still I grinned to myself. Of all the classes that Larisa Pavlovna taught, that was the one that still is as fresh as if it happened a couple of minutes ago.

Did you have lessons / classes like that the memory of which remained with you until this day? If yes, care to share?

  • I remember once calling my 8th grade history teacher a prevaricator. He used it all the time and thought it sounded cool. I didn't know that it meant "liar." I felt the paddle with the holes in it against my back side. Never did use that word again. 🙂 I also remember being in love with my 4th grade teacher. I charmed her but never got anywhere. LOL

    • *wince* that would be quite a lesson to learn…

      it's easy to fall in love with a good teacher. i don't think i ever did, however, (at least in school) since most of the teachers were women and i prefer guys 😀

      you made me think of another teacher i had, the only Ukrainian literature and language teacher who actually came close to making me like the language. she was in her late 60s and spoke beautiful Ukrainian. she was also very kind (yet strict when needed) and one time in effort to make us learn Christmas songs and poems, she'd give us a candy each time we would come up front. we also wanted to ask that teacher to be our "class teacher" (i.e. responsible for the 30 of us), but she declined due to the fact that she was retiring next year… we were really sad because we didn't like the class teacher we had (she didn't really like us either)…

  • I remember learning from my 5th grade teacher that it was okay to admit mistakes. He had this thing where if you caught a mistake he did (whether it was a spelling error on the chalkboard, grammer mixup, etc) he gave you a small prize. He would then emphasize that everyone makes mistakes and is not perfect… Small, but sticks with me to this day.

    • I think that is an awesome lesson we all need to remember.

      There were a couple of my favorite professors at the university and one of the things I loved about their way of teaching was that they were not afraid to admit they can make a mistake as well as they were always open for other opinions. I guess it was partly due to the fact that they were (still are) Americans and the culture is different. In the former USSR (CIS now), teachers and students were two "opposite camps" so to speak – the distance was stressed and as a result, students don't have a right for an opinion, they just need to agree, which is quite dumb.

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  • annkroeker

    Your story sparked a strong memory from my junior high art class, when our teacher introduced us to some of the greatest paintings and painters in Western art. I wrote about it on my blog today, and linked up to Charity Singleton's "There & Back Again" project, a community-building blog carnival encouraging members of TheHighCalling.org to meet new bloggers in the network.

    Here's my post: http://annkroeker.com/2011/02/03/there-and-back-a
    And here's Charity's: http://charitysingleton.blogspot.com/2011/02/ther

    I'm so glad I've found you–thank you for your story. We even had a great dinnertime conversation with our family tonight, thanks to your story. 🙂

    Ann Kroeker
    Content Editor
    TheHighCalling.org
    My recent post “There and Back Again”- School Memories

    • Thanks for coming by, Ann! And thank you for sharing the blog carnival link – gonna check it out!

  • What a fun post!

    My third grade teacher was so fun and real. He forced one, too serious, little girl to look for some silly times at school

    • Hi Amy 🙂 Cool – fun teachers rule – especially when can teach too, besides being just fun 😀
      My recent post quotable quotes

  • I had a teacher who would often catch us looking at the clock, and he would say, "Don't count the minutes; make the minutes count." I've always remembered that.

    Coming by from Ann Kroekers blog. It's great to have you as part of today's carnival.

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