Hallway Stereotypes

At first, Eubank did not believe her son when he complained about his mean teacher. The staff at the school suggested at her son should take medication because he was not concentrating on class. She took him to get an evaluation at Baylor University, but he was fine. After visiting the school, her eyes were opened by a student who was classmates with her son. Jessica Kelmon, an author for greatschools.org, writes that “the teacher would regularly humiliate him in front of the other students, yelling at him and slamming her hand on his desk (Kelmon).” This fourth-grade teacher is an example as to how much a teacher’s attitude toward the students affects their excitement to learn. When a student is being treated poorly by a teacher, an interesting subject can be ruined for that student.

When Mr. Clark originally taught at Eastside High School, the culture seemed very competitive and full of high standards. The students seemed very eager to learn and at a pretty high level for their age. Twenty years later, the culture flips dramatically. The school quickly goes from pristine to a graffiti-infested playground. The teachers are the prey and the students (mainly the ‘hoodlums’) pretty much do as they please. Education is a small goal for any of the students, and the students that do want to do well fear those “hoodlums.” Mr. Clark identifies this immediately when returning to Eastside High. During his first assembly, Mr. Clark let the entire school know that he was the HNIC. He gathered up all the trouble makers and sent them home, expelling them from school. Most were drug dealers, 5th year students, or drug abusers that were dulling the spark of the other students.

“Sally is not winning prom this year, and I’m going to make sure that will happen,” I said angrily to my lunch table.

Some common stereotypes I have heard include women are bad drivers, are not good at math, and love shopping. Of these three stereotypes, I think the first two can do the most harm. After all, if someone is being told they will be a bad driver or that they will not do well in math, I think they are likely to not try as hard or subconsciously worry and not do as well. The third stereotype is mainly harmless, though it is annoying when someone simply assumes it is true. No two people are alike. However, there are those who I relate to easier because of similar hobbies, shared beliefs, and similar life experiences. Whenever I meet or interact with those who are notably different than me I am generally open minded. However, when deciding if I want to become friends with someone I usually take several factors into consideration; some of which

Some of the brightest young students at this school are faced with a growing problem. In class there are disruptive and downright rude students who do not contribute to the learning environment. These bad students are a terrible influence to the rest of the school community, those who don’t care about their education are more likely to get involved with violence and gangs. Some of these students are simply “un-teachable” and are a waste of time and space, overcrowding the school and ruining its reputation. We must heed the saying “A rotten apple will spoil the whole barrel.” After all, what will become of these worthless people in the future? I hereby suggest a proposal to eliminate all of these social ills, make use of high school

One should never judge a book by its cover. This is a recurrent theme in the short story “Cathedral.” In Raymond Carver’s “Cathedral,” the narrator forms misguided opinions about his wife’s blind friend, Robert, even before he actually meets him. The narrator’s opinions are greatly influenced by stereotypes, jealousy, and even anger.

This story was supposed the paint West Hartford as the respectful, equality promoting town in claims to be.

I guess before I met brothers and knew what it was about, obviously I just had that freshman perception of Greek Life like drinking clubs with letters, not knowing anyone, and not being able to get in without my iCard.

As future alumni, of Emmerich Manual High School, going on the fourth year here, I have an abundance, and variety of memories. Undoubtedly, the incomparable memory I have, was the day I realized I had found the diamond in the rocks. In the course of my sophomore year, one of my teachers motivated me by saying; “You’re selling yourself short, and turning in hogwash to get by.” The following day these words were regurgitated over and over in my head. While enduring this repetitive selection of words, I registered everyone I was surrounded by were also being navigated by almost the same words. Subsequently we all joined in on a healthy academic competition. We hustled each other, and continue to do so; my friends became my ‘saving grace’ this day. Regardless of this experience, Manual was not always a great place to go to school. Essentially Manual could have been considered a zoo by anyone who read, Matthew Tully’s 2012 book, Searching for Hope. Tully’s book details a school that contained students with academic apathy, violent action, and crippling attendance. These students demolished many opportunities that Manual yearned to present to the students. While Manual today resembles Tully’s Manual in the way some students maintain the prior students’ characteristics,

Raymond Carver focuses on one of the critical problems that has been present for ages is that people do not know how to interact with those with disabilities in his short story the “Cathedral.” Stereotypes have led to awkward or lack of communication. Breaking down the barrier between disabilities and the world is necessary to develop an understanding for the other and to “look through their eyes.” In the “Cathedral” the husband breaks down many stereotypes of the blind, overcomes barriers in communication and develops an understanding for his wife’s blind friend, Robert.

After speaking to a resident, she was able to show just how ambitious some of the ladies in the shelter could be. In movies most of the women in the shelter seem like they’ve hit rock bottom and don’t plan on getting out. Or they’ve been abused so badly that being strong and independent is no longer an option. Given the opportunity to speak to a resident, her story and the things she had to say were definitely unexpected. She proved every stereotype wrong and considered herself a fighter. She definitely appeared to be one after hearing her story.

There has to be some of the dumbest people ever that go to school. It might just be me, but I can't stand some of the people. It’s almost like they want to make people's life harder. I know I can't be the only one who notices these obnoxious people. I’m not trying to be mean or anything, but I don’t know how some of these kids made it this far into high school.

I have gone to Northwood High school for 4 years, and this year it has reached a record high for student population. Walking through the halls is the same as trying to struggle by to get somewhere on a sidewalk in New York City. There are the people who think walking slowly makes them cooler, and those are the people who bother me the most at Northwood. There are Freshman who believe they only have 30 seconds to get to class and end up running into people as they speed by. There are even students who just stand in the middle of the hallway talking rather than going to class. Oh! And don’t even get me started on the couples who make out.

Although The Hurt Locker details the emotional impacts of war on soldiers and occasionally breaks some male-role stereotypes, this does not necessarily make the film or the presentation of the characters feminist. The depiction of the soldiers generally holds true to standard male gender norms, even though the three main characters occasionally show emotion and weakness. For example, James’ friendship with Beckham, a boy who lingers around the base selling DVDs, is that of a father or older brother; James is upset when he believes that Beckham had been killed for use as a body bomb, and sneaks off base and into town to learn Beckham’s whereabouts. However, while showing that James is able to care for others, this role is still that of a protector.

I conceal my face with layers of makeup hoping that half a bottle of BB cream will be enough to make me as flawless as Kylie Jenner look on the cover of Seventeen magazine. I use innumerous acne medications, aspiring to be as unblemished as the girls in the Clean and Clear commercials. I reject bags of M&Ms and fudge brownies thinking that my sacrifices will make me “love my body” as much as the emaciated Victoria Secret models love theirs (see appendix A). I routinely shave my legs and armpits and pluck my eyebrows with fear of becoming the hairy woman the media deems horrendous. I do everything, yet feel like I am nothing. Nothing compared to the beautiful women pictured on television, magazines, and