Chapter 455: The Principal takes office 3
After attending the simple banquet hosted by the mayor, Makarov and his wife rested in the residence provided by the town government.
The next day, the couple got up early.
The wife should be prepared to entertain the wives of other prominent figures in the town who come to visit - as mentioned before, those in charge of education now have a high social status everywhere.
That day happened to be Monday, and Makarov immediately started his new job.
In the morning, he came to the new school, which was a large, square area located in the southeast of Beiwang Town. It was surrounded by a red brick wall and contained a two-story building and a warehouse.
According to the information obtained by Makarov, there are more than 200 students in this school, divided into four classes.
The only three teachers in the school greeted him at the school gate.
“Hello, Principal Makarov, I am Frano Deco, a Chinese teacher in our school. These two are Mr. Corey Holly, a mathematics teacher, and another Chinese teacher. Ms. Feli Abdullah.”
A man dressed as a scholar with a mustache introduces the school’s teachers to the new principal.
"Thank you for your hard work! Thank you for your continued work."
"This is our responsibility and what we should do."
Makarov stepped forward and shook hands with the teachers one by one. Hand, followed them to the principal's office prepared for him.
"Everyone, since there is only one math teacher here, I will also serve as a math teacher part-time to reduce the work pressure of Teacher Holly."
Cory Holly asked him Express thanks.
Marklov waved his hand and continued: "In addition, I will also serve as a teacher of ideological and political classes."
"Ideological and political classes?"
The three teachers were collectively confused and never listened. I said there is such a subject.
Makarov explained: "Yes, ideological and political courses, courses responsible for shaping children's world view, outlook on life, and values."
The teachers kind of understand it, it sounds a bit Act like a missionary.
"Now, Mr. Deco and Mr. Holly, do you see the carriage I'm riding in outside? Please come with me to carry some things. We are going to install them in every classroom."
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In the afternoon, all the teachers and students of the school were gathered in the small auditorium on the first floor.
The students looked at the burly new principal with curiosity. He had taken off his original Arda army uniform and changed into civilian clothes.
The small auditorium is actually the largest classroom, with a blackboard painted on the west wall.
Now, an oil painting hangs above the blackboard.
To be precise, it was a bust.
Fili Abdullah quietly asked Frano Deco: "Mr. Deco, the painting on it... seems to be the lord. I must have read it correctly."< br>
Teacher Deco nodded: "You are right, I confirmed with Principal Makarov that it is Mr. Grayman."
"But..." Felicia concealed He pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "If I remember correctly, Mr. Grayman will be eighteen this year."
The man in the oil painting has deep eyes and a sense of vicissitudes. He looks mature and reliable, which is almost the same style as the young and immature Earl in reality.
"Ahem! Art processing, art processing."
Principal Makarov picked up the chalk, turned around and wrote a big word on the blackboard.
Loyalty!
“Now!”
Makarov used the same chanting voice he used during military training, which shocked the whole room into silence. "Let's start the first ideological and political class! The first thing we need to teach you is - what is loyalty!"
Makarov transferred to the education position with a special mission , and retired soldiers who entered the education industry like him all have this special mission, which is to imprint "loyalty to Paul Graiman" as a firm belief on the hearts of growing children.
For this reason, before leaving the army, the instructors trained Makarov and others repeatedly. Before leaving, each person was given a copy of the "Outline of Ideological and Political Education" for them to study carefully and pass the standards. Bust of Count Lyman.
At this point, Makarov, a former lieutenant platoon leader and now the principal of North Look School, started a new life in North Look Town.
I have to go back and forth between my residence and school at two o'clock every day, and I regularly supervise the militiamen who are training in rotation. My life is very comfortable.
But a sudden news interrupted this calmness.
The news was brought by militia captain Kajit. At that time, Makarov was teaching four arithmetic to first-year students. Kajit ran into the classroom panting.
"Lieutenant, Lieutenant, there is an emergency!"
Makarov put down his textbook, "What's the matter, don't be in a hurry, speak slowly."
"Two lumberjacks said they found savages in the forest north of the town."
"Savages?"
Makarov was surprised. Isn't that a legendary thing?
“Are you sure you read it correctly?”
“Confirmed you read it correctly. These two woodcutter are also loyal and reliable people, and they should not be lying.”
"And the savages still have weapons in their hands."
"Weapons? What about the number of people?"
Makarov became cautious.
"Witnesses said there were at least ten people. They were afraid of being discovered by each other, so they immediately fled back to the town to report, so they are not sure how many people there are in the end."
"Okay, you can do it right away. Assemble two platoons, one platoon is responsible for guarding various intersections in the town, and the other platoon will be led by the two of us to search to the north. "
"Yes!" Khajiit saluted with a military salute and hurried out to summon help.
The teachers and students at the school were surprised to find that their new principal had changed into the uniform he wore in the army.
Then soon a group of militiamen lined up on the school playground - the school playground was also used as a training ground for the militiamen. Most of them were armed with spears, some were wearing swords and shields, and a few were carrying longbows and quivers.
Makarov quickly came to the front of the team.
Kajit went out to report to him, "Report to Lieutenant, the first platoon of Beiwang Town militia should have 32 people, but there are actually 32 people! Please give instructions."
"Yeah!" Makarov nodded, and he was very satisfied with the speed of the militia's gathering.
"Calling everyone here today, I think Khajiit has already told you - to search for savages in the forest to the north of the town. What we know so far is that there are at least ten people on the other side, and they are equipped with metal weapons. "
The militiamen were silent. No one asked questions or whispered to each other. Everyone had different expressions on their faces. Some were surprised, some were curious, and some were excited.
Makarov asked loudly: "So, does anyone have any questions to ask now?"
The team was silent for a while, and it seemed that no one wanted to ask.
"Okay! Let's go now!"
With a wave of Makarov's hand, Khajiit conveyed the order: "Everyone, turn right! Run!"
The militiamen With neat steps, they left the school playground in a single column at a trot.
(End of this chapter)