Stereotypes In Friday Night Lights, By Buzz Bissinger

There are many major characters in the novel “Friday Night Lights” by Buzz Bissinger, but two of them stand out to me. To start off, The Permian Panther football team was a very talented group of high school athletes. Many of the players had good potential into becoming a pro someday. One specific player that stands out in this novel is Boobie Miles. He was a “star” of the Permian football team. Going into another year looking to achieve their everlasting goal in becoming “State Champions.” But for Boobie Miles, this got cut short in a preseason scrimmage. He tears his ACL and will most likely miss most of the season because of his injury. Since the team has lost their potential “star” of the season somebody has to step up and fill his role,

Both players passed through high school with a C+ average without opening a book. Butler received a football scholarship from El Camino Junior College, despite his ability to read and write (about third grade reading level). Many colleges and universities had been courting Boobie too since his junior year, despite the fact that he can only read at a grade five level. Boobie was a black player from the poor side of Odessa. Being a football player who seemingly has it all, but he has transcended many of the racial barriers that trouble less gifted young black players. As always Boobie is having a spectacular game except one time he got hurt. Basically, Boobie’s injury took him out of football, and people would suggest that he would just be another, “big ol’ dumb nigger.” Just like Butler, once Boobie’s athletic abilities is gone, so did the assistance he received from football.

Sixteen Candles is a movie about how a rich girl does not get to forfeit dreaded teenage years. For Samantha Baker, the angst of young adulthood is with her every single day. From her family forgetting her sixteenth birthday, to the geek freshman wanting her underpants. Despite Samantha dreading every single day of her life, things turn up for her in the end.

A young girl walks through the halls of her high school, clutching a book to her stomach as if it were a shield, her hair falling in her face blocking most of her vision except what was in front of her. She kept her head down. She climbs the stairs one by one, the world turns into a blur as she sees her tormentor standing at the top of the staircase. It’s already too late to turn around and go back, they’ve already seen her. Hands grab at her book, and she is pulled away from the swarm of students. Without warning she is shoved, tumbling backwards. Her head meets a metal bar, her wrist gets caught in the railing, the weight of her body tugging on it until it snaps out of place. She slides down the rest of the steps, pain erupting her. Something skids

I am sitting in the back of a stranger’s car on the way to a cemetery as a little girl in a yellow tutu arranges her bobble head pets that seem to emerge one after the other from her white sparkle purse on the seat between us. We both communicate through hand signals while I help her feed plastic carrots to the bobble headed dog and eventually by parroting the sounds she makes manage to stumble through the entire alphabet in Croatian.She laughs at my funny pronunciation, and I smile at her enthusiasm for spelling every passing sign. Not twenty minutes ago I was sitting in a cafe on my first day out of the bustle that is Zagreb on a lazy Saturday afternoon trying to reconcile the images from my news clips and history books in my head with those

I scan the crowded train and staring back at me is nothing but the tops of heads glaring down at screens. I think to myself, have we as a society become so consumed and dominated by these machines? The copious amount of phones are disconnecting us humans from each other. Constantly looking down, we often miss out on the perfect opportunities to meet someone new and share conversations. We miss the moment that we could have talked to that girl on the packed commuter train. We miss the moment that we could have shared stories with the old man sitting next to us. We miss the moment that we could have met that special someone or life long friend.

Many people are often treated differently in different cultures based on what they look like and how they act. No matter where you go people will think of stereotypes of your ethnicity, religion or culture. People often judge a person by their color and thus act differently around and to the people of different color.

I decided to go for my usual seat in every classroom, all the way in the back, since, from the perspective of a Class A observer, it was the best location to observe people. And stay out of trouble. And doze off during the middle of a boring lecture without the professor noticing. And dozens of other things I can’t think of at the moment. Just know that the back can be your very best friend during the long school year.

The day started off in Bangkok where we felt like millionaires despite only having paid $15 each for our two-bedroom penthouse airbnb with an infinity pool. It was hard to peel away from, but with only three days in the commercial hub of Thailand, we got our asses up and started exploring. The thin coat of mist naturally started to form as we walked down the polluted streets towards the temples. Any girl with big thighs understand the chafe-age struggles in the summer, and despite it being monsoon season in Thailand, ya girl was still struggling. (deodorant in between the thighs usually does the trick). Of course I’d wear shorts, despite my skin creating enough friction to start a damn fire, I’d rather have my legs out, than covered with even

During my first year as a high school English teacher, I got into the habit each Friday afternoon of sitting in the bleachers and grading papers while the players on the freshman football team squared off against their counterparts from nearby towns. I had been assigned four classes of rambunctious freshmen, and several of my most squirrelly students were football players. I hoped that demonstrating my interest in their gridiron pursuits might make them a bit easier to manage in the classroom.

“I won’t publish this. It’s absolutely rubbish; even a toddler might write this! I order you only essential information. No opinions here, Norah! Can’t you understand? You don’t have permission to express your fucking judgment. You can’t write an issue with this impact on our society!”

When you stare at someone it makes them feel uncomfortable like they have something wrong with them. If someone is different and it makes their appearance different don't make them afraid to go outside and do public things. Being stared at may make them want to stay inside and not go out. Nobody is the same, we are all different, and so if you see someone that has something wrong with their appearance don't stare and make them uncomfortable. Everyone has feelings and nobody wants to feel uncomfortable due to someone staring at them.

The next set of characters found coming of age and self-definition through stereotyping. The first story that dealt with stereotyping was “The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chopin. This story showed how a wife dies of joy when she finds out her husband was killed in a railroad accident. After she found out her husband died, she claims herself to be free. The stereotype of this story was the wife would be sad to hear her husband died.

The American stereotype all around the world is defined in many ways, but Americans are often seen as, the fat and arrogant American who is chauvinistic and obnoxious. Yet on the opposite end of this stereotype spectrum, there are also outsiders who perceive Americans as polite, tolerant, large tippers who firmly believe in freedom and being able to speak your mind. Americans are widely recognized for their achievements as well, such as our domination in technological world and our power to accept immigrants from various backgrounds. But,we are also condemned for our views on guns, race and the choice of our current leader. The article, “How Americans are perceived by the rest of the world” by AP, delves deep into what these stereotypes really

“My sort? What do you mean my sort?” (Alan turing) In a nation that is known for phrases such as the melting pot or a mixed salad and unity, the United States is a country that struggles when it comes to categorizing its people based on one’s race, religion, or gender. When those categories are formed, what stems from it is the word stereotypes. Stereotypes are labels that a specific group may be known for viewed as. These stereotypes may come from many sources such as the hegemonic force, media, family, or even friends. There are stereotypes that are true and may be positive about a specific group of people conversely, there are stereotypes that have a negative connotation. Those stereotypes for the most part may not be true but, they tend to play a significant role in society when it comes to identifying people and their place in society. That role is labeling people as a