Stereotyping
...remember. This took place on the Sahuaro patio during lunch. I was sitting at a table with some of my friends. Robert was telling us about how he hurt his ankle while trying to transition out of the bowl at the Y.M.C.A. skate park. Then a kid walks up. He had been in some of my classes, so I was semi-familiar with him. I never liked him that much, he was always saying something stupid to get attention. He is dressed all in black and has really baggy pants with a pierced lip. I don’t think he showered much because I can smell mildew coming from his clothes. He opens his mouth and starts to speak. “ I saw that you guys got your butt’s handed to you on Friday.” He was referring to a football game that my team lost the week before. This was somewhat of a sore subject for me still. “ That’s why I’m not a dumb jock. You guys only care about sports.” I felt my fists begin to clinch. They were as hard as the hull of a ship. My friends knew I had a short temper. I could see the worry start to creep up their faces. I stood up and said, “Do you know how many different scenarios you have to know to play linebacker?” He shrugs his shoulders and responds, “ What does that have to do with anything?” “ You called me dumb.” I could feel the tension ease up just a little. “The same goes for every other position. It is not an idiots game to play.” The expression on his face changed as if he just saw a train wreck. “As a matter of fact I’m willing to bet that I get better grades than you do.” By now he has nothing to say to me about the situation. The only thing he could come up with at that point was “You’re retarded.” The next thing you heard were his ...