Short skirts, pom-poms, and cheering are usually the first things that people think about when they hear the word cheerleader. What they do not know is that cheerleading is much more than that. As of 2010 cheerleading has not yet been considered a sport because a U.S. Judge thought that it was “too underdeveloped and disorganized” (Pom 1).What that judge does not know is that cheerleading has already earned its place as a sport but now needs to earn the title of being a sport. Cheerleading needs to be considered a sport so that cheerleaders will finally get what they deserve to have. To begin with, cheerleading is a sport is because it meets the Title IX standards.
I would consider sideline cheer more of a hobby than a sport--and I can get away with saying this since I am a sideline cheerleader myself. However, competitive cheer is more of a sport than sideline cheer. For many, it is easy to confuse sideline and competitive cheerleaders because from the outside, they potentially look identical, wearing similar cheer uniforms and using similar cheer voices. Competitive cheer is an activity that many do not categorize as a sport; but with the increasing athleticism of cheerleading, we are trying to break that "blonde hair and peppy," good-for-nothing stereotype. Imagine hair bows, short skirts, and constant yelling and smiling.
What channel was used to send the message? Face-to-Face. What was the misunderstanding that occurred? I didn’t have enough foam wrap for the client so I took the foam wrap that belonged to my co-worker, Cynthia How could the misunderstanding have been avoided? I could have communicated better with Amanda by explaining when I came back from my car that I didn’t have any foam wrap with me and that I will just use the salon products Directions: Bring your completed chart to class for sharing in small groups.
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.” My best friend and I were inseparable as we went to high school during our freshman year in Jamaica together. We would study together outside in the scorching Jamaican humidity for our twenty-one subjects. During lunch, we oftentimes shared money in order to feed ourselves as well as sitting together on our favorite bench. However, I began to realize that my best friend was not always at her best. She came to school sometimes with bruises and welts covering her body.
Mr. Foster invited me to eat lunch with the students, but I declined because I did not want to get in trouble with anyone. When I explained to the students that I was observing them for a high school class, I did not have to. Kim Bearson, a student who knew me from the YMCA, interrupted me and said, “I know. You’re in high school.” Interestingly, I had not even told Kim that I was in Child Development, and her mother did not know either. The second graders did not seem to have any larger of an attention span than the kindergartners.
You could also have time to finish your homework if you couldn’t the night before. This year on Wednesday, October 12 we took our PSAT’s and the seniors didn’t have to be at school until 11:30 in the morning because they didn’t have to take them. Instead they had to take the SAT’s but I don’t know the exact dates they would take them. I expected not to see any seniors in my classes that I have seniors in. But I was shocked to see all of them actually show up.
Does that make it okay to call me a Bitch? Whatever happened to walking away or ignoring people. Calling me or anyone a Bitch clearly shows you're weak have no morals. Females who use it to address their friends say it's
When he handed it to me she sent the hostess over to help me as if I inconvenienced her. When the hostess came I told her that I was not deaf at all and that I was doing research for a paper for my sign language class. The Hostess almost fell over laughing. She called my waitress over and told her. She apologized for not knowing what to do this was her first time ever having to deal with something she knew absolutely nothing
This passage is relatable to my life because although the women are wished luck in certain cultures she can be cast off by her family into a new world in a new house and style of living. A like college life for me I have not been able to ask my parents for help all too often but rather live my life by myself with my own money and experiences. Bateson sat in on a day of preschool for her daughter. While at school she realizes the big culture difference between the groups of humans when the teacher throws away all of the drawings done by the children during their drawing time. This passage shows the huge difference between a cultures that rewards creativity in children to not showing any concern in their creativity at all.
My mother read to me every night until I fell asleep. I can remember having dreams about the fairytales she read to me. My father let me pick a book out of the Scholastic paper I use to get every month at school. It didn’t matter how much the book cost he never said no. Welty said, “Neither of my parents had come from homes that could afford to buy many books, but though it must have been something of a strain on his salary, as the youngest officer in a young insurance company, my father was all the while carefully selecting and ordering away for what he and Mother though we children should grow up with.”(Welty, 391) I remember my father giving me his old Hardy Boys books when I was about eight years old.