What do you think of when you hear that something is a stereotype? Usually, I'd easily assume you have a similar reaction to mine. Stereotypes are bad, or wrong, or misleading. Stereotypes tell us that all women belong in the kitchen or all black people are "gangstas" and the like. Especially if you've spent any amount of time on this site, you'd see some stereotypes aren't quite so bad.
These are simply a few observations I made during four years worth of high school. You may find yourself thinking some of the same things.
1. No one will notice or care about your dirty shoes or the stain on your shirt unless you keep pointing it out.
2. No one will take you seriously if you overuse the word “like”. Except maybe Paris Hilton.
His Dark Materials is a very good fantasy series.
SPOILERS!!!! You have been warned.
To me, progress has many meanings:
-To continue, despite the threat of defeat.
-To learn.
-To discover something about yourself you had never been aware of.
-To become closer to another human being by understanding them better.
-To try. No. To do more than try. To achieve.
Let me do the cliche thing and provide an official definition. Winning, according to dictionary.reference.com, is a noun. The site shows several different definitions, but I thought the following two were fairly accurate: "The act of a person or thing that wins" or as an adjective "successful or victorious, as in a contest: the winning team".
Today was just one of those days when my professor gets into speech mode. Today's speech was about how my professor went to this leadership conference and saw the likes of Steven Spielberg there as well. The challenge presented at this conference was to read a book a day for a year. People in the media field must do a lot of reading, you see, so this was not an outlandish thing to suggest.
So there I was, sitting in my seat, feeling very uncomfortable. I remember doing this peculiar thing with my eyes. I’d start by looking at the teacher in the front of the classroom, but then my sight would stray to one side of the classroom. Immediately I would have to look at the opposite wall and look at the back wall of the classroom. I didn’t understand why I was doing it.
Do any of you feel that "calm before the storm" sensation? It's not a feeling of doom per se, but a knowledge that soon the next Blogging For Progress Scholarship will start, and the madness will begin again....
