I still remember how I was in a hurry home to pick up my diploma and please my parents. When I presented my father with the gold medal and high school diploma, I noticed a smile on his face. “The next step is choosing a profession. Do you understand who you are, my baby? " I immediately told my father: "Of course, I will be a teacher." "Can you wear such a heavy crown around your neck?" which the. Then I did not know if it was my father's assessment of the teaching profession or his attempt to test me.
My dream brought us to the beautiful capital of that time - Almaty. Having achieved my goal, I became a student of the philological faculty of the Al-Farabi Kazakh National University.
In the middle of the first year at our aviation faculty, a competition "Student research projects" was announced. The news " Five Centuries Sing " filled the imagination of a young student. Having expressed a desire to take part in the competition, I flew to Uncle Nemat . My teacher did not turn away and suggested the topic “Historical and mythological images in the epic about the Oguz kagan”. The fact that the search lasted a long time or my doubts did not convince me to write, I was not ready by that time to take the test. I still remember the angry face of my leader at that time. “I hope this is a child,” said the author, “I don’t want to lose hope.” This monologue, which I read during my student years, became my main goal.
When day comes, speakers are like sparrows in the ranks. I looked at my boss in the front row: he was not looking at me. The lungs fit. Sweat was rolling down my face. I'm afraid to blow with paper in hand. When it was my turn, I spent five minutes looking over the information I had collected over five months, and I was pushed away. I look at my brother again. "How did I do it?" I mean. Uncle Nemat did not give up. Each work is analyzed by graduate students and scientists. As my turn approached, my heart was pounding in the audience. He became blind and deaf. I turned my head and looked to the side when one side was bent. A classmate next to me pushed me from the side. I gesture "what happened", there is no language to speak. He silently squeezed my right hand. "What is it?" Is my appearance ruined? " I thought. Then, "Maybe my work was positively evaluated?" There was hope. My brother approaches the podium. The results of some listened projects have been summed up. I didn't think that some part of my work was not included in the list of “good” ones. Uncle Nemat : “The epic“ Oguz Kagan ”is still little studied. Contrary to the opinion of Kulmat Umraliev , who studied this song in detail , the seeker raised the moon into the sky. I spat and said it was the end. I cried when Uncle Nemat said, "Great scientific discoveries are the result of such discussions and intense research." “I hope this topic will form the basis of my student dissertation,” he concluded.
The same hope ... Today I have become the teacher of thousands of students who are full of hope and hope that they will be taught "good knowledge." I also expect good from their every step, I hope there will be educated leaders.
When a chick incubates an egg, he sees his “mother” in the bird. Now try to prove to her that "your mother is not a bird." When I first left the village, I considered educated people as my ideals. I warn you that if you try to change your mind, nothing will happen, because I am a teacher who voluntarily wore the heavy "crown" my father said, enveloped in the flames of my educated teachers and gave hope to my students! I am the one who forever laid on my shoulders the "hope" of yesterday's teachers!
Taussogarova Аyauzhan Kairatkyzy
Candidate of Philological Sciences
A/Professor of department of general linguistics and European languages,
faculty of Philology and World Languages
Bazarbek Saltanat Tastankyzy
Master degree student “Foreign language: two foreign languages”
of department of general linguistics and European languages,
faculty of Philology and World Languages