В качестве вступления: шла я как-то на пары...

As an introduction: I once went in pairs to the second higher and met my beloved Mr. Zyabrikov. Well, we stand there for some time, and then he looks at me with narrowed eyes and says: “That's it, I’m not holding you back anymore! Go to the students - discharge yourself. ”

Vladimir Vasilievich is looking at the root. For me, ekfak really is like a big scene. I vitally need this drive from lectures, for me the brilliant defenses of my students after a year of drill are the best motivation every September, with our teeth shut, for the umpteenth time I agree to the circle.
But the Spiridonova method is a tough method. And my love for students is demanding love! And a student who has visited my lecture at least once knows this. I have a very fast pace: speech, movement in space and life in general. Because of my unaccustomed behavior, I feel a little surrealism on my couples (I understand this, but I can not do anything).
Sometimes you speak, speak to students, you get emotionally tired even emotionally. You think: well, everyone, stopudovo understood the devils. You write a puzzle, being absolutely sure that now they will take it for one or two. You wait 5 minutes, 10, then someone reaches out, you hope that here he is, a ready answer, and the person just wants to find out what is written in the third line of the condition ...
And then I remind myself of my dog: she has already climbed the mountain in three jumps, and is still lagging downstairs, she looks at me with her tongue out and thinks: "MDA ..." and begins to bark.
Of course, I don’t start barking, but I can troll. Usually most of all goes to those whom I love especially, positioning myself in the segment “Hopes of the domestic economy”.
In short, yesterday, in the usual, very harsh manner, I re-educated myself at such a seminar at such a seminar. At this moment, one of my friends calls me, my phone is on the table, in the “silent” mode, well, I press the end call. So it seemed to me, but in fact - "Akella missed."
After a couple my friend calls me and laughs in a voice. As it turned out, I did not press the end call, and a man and a half hours (there was nothing to do) listened to my “stand-up show”.
He says to me: “Spiridonova, you’re a fire! Poor children! How they haven’t ordered you for such a terror. I wasn’t in the audience, like I was virtually formed, but I was already sweating!” I was also told that after such couples it’s unrealistic to go to other classes - just go to a bar to drink stress. That my lectures can be broadcast online, the ratings will go through the roof. In short, he mocked me as best he could, but then, however, he said that by the end of the pair he began to cut. And for dessert, in response to my attempts to justify myself (well, like I want the best, I just have my own pedagogy) I also compared me to Mordyukova from “Marriage of Balzaminov”
So I think! Maybe well him (in the sense of the Spiridonova method). I will become phlegmatic, unhurried and measured. I’ll stop driving horses, I won’t shock the audience, and maybe life will get better. Although it will not be me anymore ...