I Look Like High-Class Stereotypes

The article, “Alcohol can rewire the teenage brain,” starts by stating that more than 4,750 American kids aged 15 and younger, said they took their first drink of alcohol already. Kids who start drinking before the age of 15 are more likely to become alcoholics because they get addicted to the drug. The article also states that they are more likely to start binge drinking. A study conducted by Lorena Siqueira a pediatrician at the Florida International University and Nicklaus Children’s hospital in Miami, reported that, “When kids drink, they tend to do heavy drinking,” and that, “Their bodies are not ready to handle that kind of alcohol.” Teens think that alcohol will help them feel happier and better, but that is not true. Teens also drink

Plato, a great Greek philosopher once said, “Any city, however small, is in fact divided into two, one of the city of the poor, the other of the rich; these are at war with one another.” To clarify Plato’s quote, the division can be summed up as there are two types of people in the world; the lower class and the upper class. Furthermore, the statement of war in his quote may not be referred to as a physical altercation, however, a reference of class stereotyping. It is a known in the past decades, which individuals of each class are taught to stereotype people of a different religion, gender, and especially class. Reason being is that each individual belong to a different class and culture group that most individuals are not familiar with.

For many years, I felt inferior of my appearance. In my childhood, I used to be a lovely girl, and everyone who saw me would say that I will grow up into a gorgeous girl, as well as I thought. But, as we know, life is so cruel that it always doesn’t follow what we expect. When I was 10, I started to get pimples on my face. At first, I didn’t worry about that so much, because my parents told me it is a normal phenomenon when children grow up.

I was especially bored. I knew it would happen again. Addison was competing in a Glamour Girl pageant, but I had to go. I knew she would win and I was proud of her, but I had to practice the clarinet in my school band. Suddenly the announcer calls out my identical sister, Addison Hand, onstage. She had won $500 plus a 6” tall trophy. Addison and I are exact opposites except for our faces. She is an extrovert and popular and I am an introvert and nerdy. She came off stage acting so surprised that she won. “Great job Addi!” I said running up to her. She ran right past me into the arms of her boyfriend, Brady Anderson. Brady is a cute high school stereotype boy, plays football, gets B’s and has the cutest girls in school being his girlfriends.

Mass media and Hollywood movies create nursing images, using stereotypes. The main goal of Hollywood and all shows is raising their own ratings and getting profit. After watching the old movie“ One Flew Over the Cuckoo Nest” with Jack Nicholson and Louise Fletcher I had as positive and negative emotions as well. I was a little depressed seeing how patients were abused and how nurses were acting like gendarmes. Nurse Ratched, a nurse-tyrant, working in the mental institution, punished everyone who could say “No” to her. She did not treat patients with dignity. Instead, she restricted the patient with their basic needs.

As a young child I learned what the good group of kids looked like and what the bad group of kids looked like. In movies, the bad group of people are portrayed in high school as boys who wear really big clothing and girls that wear too dark of makeup. However after my junior year, I now know that you never really can tell between who the good and the bad people really are. Starting from when I was very young, my brother began changing my entire life for the better because I grew up with him in and out of jails and prisons for theft, drug use, and underage consumption. During his time in jails and prisons, it killed my mother and father. However for me, I never really knew the person labeled as my brother. He was a shadow with a name for me.

Pleasant means enjoyable... agreeable... welcoming. When characterizing my identity I don’t want “pretty” to be the first word that pops into peoples minds. “Pretty” says: dull and uninteresting. People in school know me, not because I score winning points in basketball games, or come in first in swim meets. People know me because I am supposedly “good-looking.” Sometimes I feel like I don’t have an identity aside from the way I look, and my definition of identify doesnt include appearance. I sometimes list the things that identify me. My strongest features are my “different” hair and my “clear skin.” People have often told me that I should be a “hand model” or go into commmercialism because I have a “unique smile” These compliments put a temporary smile on my face, but having clear skin does not make me feel good about myself. Having clear skin does not give me the confidence and self-assurance I need to be happy and accomplish my goals. But according to the majority of my friends and family:my looks are going to get me the farthest “ So I guess in a way my looks are my identity.

Measuring in at six feet, four inches, born a caucasian male, and a member of the middle class, life is not all sunshine and rainbows like most claim. The white, middle class male, in my opinion, is the most accused member of the all social classes. Now, yes that is just an opinion, but if a survey were to be taken, more often than not, that opinion would be agreed upon.

Instinctively, the ethics concerning secrecy appears more appropriate for evaluating the issue regarding McKenzie’s desire for keeping the details of their conversation a secret; however, sexual misconduct, sexual violations, abuse, and molestation are dangerous secrets to maintaining. Especially considering minors are allegedly involved and the occurrences are said to have occurred on church property. Since McKenzie confided in Joannie as a member does with a minister concerning matters that possibly affect the church this matter is being analyzed within an organizational context. Joannie is a minister and employee of the church which is considered a religious organization under the 501c(3) tax code. Assuming this incident is taking place

In a high school, there are many types of groups that are stereotyped. For example, there are the cheerleaders, the jocks, the loners, and the nerds. The stereotype that I immediately fit into was the nerd group. Not only was I placed into that group because I had a brain in my head, I was more specifically placed into that group because I am in the band. The hat, the uniform, and the instrument automatically gave me a free ticket to be part of the band nerds of Priceville High School. As high school progressed, I slowly showed my classmates that being in the band does not decide my personality and other interest for me. I may be in the band, but that does not mean that my life is strictly lived under an umbrella of taped up glasses and Pokemon.

The stereotype being displayed in this picture is that Asians spend all of their time studying and as a result are successful in school and life. I first encountered this stereotype in elementary school when a girl came up to me on the playground and asked if I could help her with her math homework because she, “knew I was good at it.” At the time, I was confused because I had no idea how she knew I was good at math. Then, as I became more aware of the stereotype that followed me due to my race, I noticed how it influenced others’ interactions with me.

Once people have been the dark, they learn to appreciate everything that shines. Stereotypes were one of the many darknesses that had haunted me. Stereotypes can consume every fiber of a human being if allowed. Stereotypes controlled me for various years. Eventually learning to break free and not let others control me. The usual stereotype had been “troublemaker”. I had always been told I'm going down the path of a failure and that nothing good could come from my life. A troublemaker is meant to do nothing with their lives and live a “good for nothing” life in a jail cell. The stereotype had become all consuming and took me down a dark path, which would have led to a jail cell. If the path had continued i would not be able to write this essay. Growing up, always having this dark

Women try to erase any unwanted features from themselves that appear as unacceptable in men’s modern society today. For example ; moles, body hair, acne and blemishes, body fat, and any other visible ‘flaws’ we contain. As far the fashion industry goes we have chosen to think that as long as what we are wearing can be considered ‘sexy’ and ‘feminine’ that it is acceptable despite if it makes us uncomfortable. We choose to wear tight clothing and shoes that constrain our movement. Our beauty desires that we constantly try to feed consumes our lives, health, well-being and finances. The dedication and alterations women have made to eating less, living, moving, and speaking differently is to satisfy the stereotypes and sexual desires that live

There is irrefutable evidence that over the period of the Middle Ages, both Christianity and Islam have been anchors in both shaping and influencing governance of kingdoms and empires comprising Western Europe, the Byzantine Empire, and territories ruled by Islam. Religion during this period was widely used to set laws, influence culture, justify armed conflicts, and pronounce punishment on citizens domiciled within the geographies depicted within this essay. I will attempt to illuminate the geopolitical climate, territorial demarcation, and religious influences that depicted life circa 500 – 1517 CE. From the background material submitted, I will directly answer the following questions:

My immature world revolved around physical appearances. By the time I had turned thirteen, however, it all came crashing down. At that time, I had been diagnosed with Bell’s palsy, a condition that paralyzed the left half of my face and left me with a permanent crooked jaw. When I smiled, the smile came out lopsided, when I spoke, my voice came out slightly slurred, and when I took a picture of myself, the photo came out ugly. I loathed myself as I only saw my one quality as being ugly. Eventually, I met an older girl named Olivia. Olivia defied the social norms of what was considered beautiful. When I had first met her, the most striking quality about her was her skin. Olivia had been fairly tan but all across her body were blotches of which lacked any skin pigment. She had a genetic skin condition called vitiligo. When I asked her about it, she would happily explain to me why her skin had looked so different from everyone else’s, and she did so without hesitation. Whereas my condition would last only for several months, her condition would last a lifetime, but there she was without a single fret about how other people thought of her. Over time, I found out that other people had treated Olivia cruelly because