Stereotypes: A Short Story

As I claimed the faded, chipped three blue steps of the bus, when I looked up I saw my fellow class mates, or as I called them Idiots of the World. There was three people in a one set, making them look like rats in a small cage squealing uncontrollably to be released. They kept turning over the papers, now wet and ripped, to their friends. They must have split up to find answers, or they were hopping the other got the answers they didn't bother to even attempt to get.

MISCONCEPTION IS BORN OUT OF MISCOMMUNICATION. WHEN STUDENTS GRADUATE THINKING THAT TOMATOES ARE VEGETABLES AND BEING UNSURE ABOUT THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN “DESSERT” AND “DESERT”, YOU’D COME TO BELIEVE THAT THEY HAVE HAD AN UNSUCCESSFUL LEARNING EXPERIENCE. IN SOME WAY, I’D DESCRIBE MY UNSUCCESSFUL LEARNING EXPERIENCE AT SCHOOL AS SUCCESSFUL.

The low rumble reverberated through its victims’ ears. Like statues, everyone stayed still; too frightened to deliberate on what may happen if they dared move a muscle. Looks were shared from across the small courtyard, everyone wide eyed and shaken. In between the madness I heard a sparse bellowing sound from close by.

To a young me, the world was black-and-white. The virtuous will remain good while the immoral will stay wicked, no shade of grey existing. The notion that humans can change their nature was ludicrous. Living in a society where sorting human beings into stereotypes is the norm only served to reinforce that idea. One day, though, the action someone who should stand for justice forced my eyes opened.

I have thought of a social experiment that to me would be interesting to test out. I dream of having racial extremists from multiple ethnic groups write letters to one another or engage in an internet chat session. They would then talk to each other about things like the food they like, movies, television, books, and just other things that would not give away who they really are as far as race goes. If they ask who they are talking to, I would say someone of their race and that this dialect is not to be about race for this session. At the end, they would be told or shown who they were actually communicating with and would essentially prove that their racist attitudes are irrational and blind. We can all get along with each other just fine if

Good turnout this year. All the kids seem nice, hopefully some of them are doodlers, I have been wanting some new tattoos. As it is the beginning of the year, I have been scrubbed squeaky clean to make the school seem more professional. I mean of course I still have some indentations, but they are only a heart that says “RS+DS” and a rocketship. At least I hope it is a rocketship. You never know what to expect with the doodlers. Some of them are “damaged” kids who draw band logos and write emo song lyrics everywhere, some are jocks apparently confused of their sexuality and feel the need to draw “rocket ships” everywhere, some are just bored kids drawing a tornado or a star, and the elite few are actual artists with a light hand and a good eye for detail. I like the artist ones the most, it makes me content that I may be supporting a kid who becomes successful. As for some other kids, well, at least they have a nice smile.

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 bs and has the cutest girls in school being his girlfriends.

At age 16, I have a lot of expectations to meet and stereotypes to battle. I am a hard working student who has the grades to show for it. I am the calculus team member who goes to every competition. I am the animal lover that aspires to be a marine biologist. But I am also the math team president who would grab a novel over a book full of problem-solving techniques. I am the introvert who likes to talk in class. I am the perfect debater online who gets too worked up face-to-face to ever engage anyone in person. I am the scholar that wants summer to last forever.

Negatively Stereotyping others is a substantially serious social issue in todays society. There are various different underlining issues like hate crimes, bullying, suicides and deaths that compose the severity of it alarming in todays society. Countless people stereotype without acknowledging the effects. As shown throughout their actions and behaviors, even their children begin to obtain the same attributes and judgmental state of minds as their parents. In reality, todays society most likely doesn't stop an consider the cause and affect. While others on the opposite side of this situation might suffer detrimental effects. Field studies shown on children who were bullied, were more than likely to have long term psychological issues through

I wonder if other people from here also encountered such a...peculiar thing like I have. She wondered to herself in front of the mirror. Rachel was busy flicking her orange hair to another side of her face away from her eye that was bothering her once she woke up. Her red egg was nested by her in the bathroom. She’d look like she wasn’t paying no mind to it but she couldn’t help but to shoot her eyes at strange egg every so often as she was getting ready for the day. She likes to prepare herself in the morning before dawn even if it wasn’t a school day. Her daily routine consisted of doing school assignments the day she gets it, spending time outside for jogs then coming home looking at prehistoric documentaries (even some that she had already

Bryan's announcement, had gotten the attention of Tim from across the aisle. At the age of seventeen, Timothy Williams was the youngest high school seniors in Minister Mike's delegation. He too disapproved of Bryan's cocky attitude.

Atkins and (related topic) use contrast to highlight conflict and challenge perspectives. By using contrast allows the audience to question their values and assumptions. Atkins uses a strong contrast of setting. Rosie upholds stereotyped views of Aboriginal people when she is in the present, as she wants to belong; however, through the reminiscence of the past the true values of the strong family bond shared with Nona is forced upon Rosie. (ADD RelTop EXAMPLE) Correspondingly, throughout stereotypes that are held in the Australian society (related topic) uses contrast to ‘smash’ these stereotypes.

#1. I remember an incident when my aunt had a crisis and she told me to watch her newborn daughter. I have never watched a newborn and I was terrified because anything can happen. I was scared I might do something wrong and hurt the baby, but I was the only choice she had. I took a risk of putting a newborn into my hands. It is a terrifying thing to watch a newborn and there could be things done erroneously and turn into a calamity. If I knew my child was about do the same thing I would tell him or her to really keep their eyes on the child, be patient when the baby is crying, and don’t panic when things go awry.

One thing you can’t live with or without, teachers and stereotypes. We hear them everyday and everywhere. Stereotypes are natural human flaws widely known and particularly pointed at a certain person or group. Different types of people can be stereotyped in many various ways. Sometimes the way we are stereotyped is incorrect and other times we may actually fit the description. Misconceptions are also used as a form of viewing people. Even though there is a small difference between the two, they still have criticism as a common ground. Stereotyping is a part of everyone's everyday life whether you stereotype or are being stereotyped. We all have stereotypes and misconceptions whether we know it or not. You don’t need a credential to stereotype, but you do need one to be a teacher.

It was steamy and bright outside as I sat in the pearly white, shiny, sleek, convertible corvette that I got to ride on in the parade. My crown, shimmering in the sun, made me stand out to all of my family and friends watching from the sides. While we were driving along the path my smile kept getting bigger and bigger as I saw many families and little kids wishing to be in my spot. I slowly and softly waved to everyone as a princess would. Each time I passed someone I knew, they would either yell, “Ellie! or, “You look so pretty up there!” It was another amazing moment that I could never erase from my memory. Everyone's eyes were focused on me. Cameras could have been found anywhere you look to capture my big contagious smile. But most of all,