There is a small, but cosy building of secondary school 77 named after Komarow in an old Russian town Yaroslavl. There are only 26 classrooms in a three-storey building. There are Russian and English languages, biology, geography, chemistry, physics, mathematics and cooking classrooms. We have also 2 gyms, big and small ones, a nice library and 2 computer classrooms. There are 656 students and 45 teachers in our school. We live friendly and cheerfully. We have many parties for holidays. We like Saint Valentine's Day, New Year's Day, All Fools Day, Family's day and others.
We have no time to be bored. First, we have our lessons from 8 till 14. Then our out school works begin. We have many societies of interest. There are folksong society, young artists, a literature design society, young programmer society and piece of cloth plastic society. Our school has a special thing - we like our land. We study its history and culture on a lesson "My land". We like to go hiking, we have our own club for hikers. We have many trips around our country. Here are the brightest impressions of our students about our trips:
Katya Bezrukova:
Our school is a pearl of our Zavolzhsky district. Our parents, uncles, aunts have been studing here. Our brothers and sisters have been too. Now our school doesn 't look new as 39 years ago, but it is in a good condition. The remarkable teachers of our school are full of enthusiasm and love their pupils. There is a nice smell on the first floor, because our school kitchen cooks very tasty scones and pies. We can go there and have some tea.
We can hear a nice melodic bell every 45 minutes. It calls us to have a rest. We are very proud of our school!
Sasha Malinina:
Our school will be 40 years in 2003. Several generations have been educated here. My grandmother worked here. My mother works here as a teacher. My uncle and sister were pupils here. My school became a second home for me. There are very good teachers in our school. They try to give us knowledge to their best.
It was 4 years ago. I've wrote a poem about my school to its anniversary:
My native, my lovely school!
You are 35 already!
But you are still young for us.
We'll sing you a glory,
You are the best,
And we'll study here
For if there are talented children,
Our motherland will have tomorrow.
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