Munson starts Not for Sport with a weak attempt at ethos. She is a mother supporting her daughter’s cause. The letter her daughter wrote to her principal on the issue lead their “family to activism on the state and national level” (Munson 1). Munson is referred to as a “Native American activist” (Munson 1). Munson speaks for all…
Female physical educators attempted to create a separate and "moderate" sphere for women's athletics, by creating a restrictive set of rules for women's sports. Commercial sports promoters sought out the fears of the "unfeminine" sportswomen by emphasizing a sexual appeal of athletes. In both of these cases that goal was to show that sports could actually enhance women's fitness as mothers or their attractiveness a mates. Another one of the books strengths focused on ways class and race intersected with gender. For example, the views of white female educators were based on middle-class conceptions of feminine respectability. Cahn's examinations of particular sports include those that were favored by the wealthy (field hockey), the middle class (non-competitive basketball), the working class (soft-ball), and African Americans (track and field). Her interviews with former elite athletes show that women gained opportunities and personal satisfaction in sports, while rarely feeling stigmatized. Cahn also shows sports provided a place for lesbians in creating a shared culture. In the final chapter "You've come along way, maybe"; sketches the remarkable developments since the 1960s, highlighting the rapid advances that have occurred in women's sports, while also noting the limits of these changes,…
This was fine sport” (Aaron and Kuhl 74). My initial reaction was that it was “just okay” but as I continued to read, the narrative drew me in further as Dillard continued to describe her background story of how she was something of a tomboy and set the stage for what was about to occur in a child’s point of view. What I had considered a tolerable introduction, quickly escalated to the part where Dillard spoke of making an ice ball that carries the story back to the start where she describes how she had a “boy’s arm” when it came to throwing a baseball. The actions taken by Dillard and the Fahey boys, throwing the snowballs at vehicles landed them in an adventure when the guy in the black Buick actually stopped and pursued them on a foot chase that was extremely engaging to the reader.…
One thing Finny was known for was his extraordinary natural talent. At Devon he dominated in every sport and game. His strength, agility, grace, and fluidity showed in any physical activity he participated in. Over the summer, Finny longed for an entertaining game to play. He picked up a medicine ball and declared we would be playing a new game about the war, “blitzball”. Although the game was extremely in favor of the defenders, Phineas managed to defeat the odds of the game of his own creation. I remember watching in amazement as Finny’s abilities shone. It was not just his amazing skill that made him a victor, it was also his winning spirit. Phineas showed unmeasured sportsmanship when playing with others; he even got a few awards for it. But the countless awards don’t encompass Finny’s love for sports. He was the embodiment of a champion.…
In Annie Dillard's excerpt from her autobiography, "An American Childhood", she portrays not only the exact moment when every child experiences undulated joy, but also the understanding that they may never have this feeling again. She begins with an explanation of the "fine" (16) sport of football to convey the importance of courage and fearlessness. She states that "if you fl[ing] yourself wholeheartedly" (16) into this sport then "nothing girls [do can] compare with it" (17). Since she could not play football or her other love, baseball, in winter there was the allure of throwing snowballs at cars which were "targets all but wrapped in red ribbons, cream puffs" (17). Reynolds Street is the setting in which the neighborhood kids go "looking…
In this essay “From an American childhood” by Annie Dilard first starts off talking about how she likes football and other sports and how she really like playing them and some females may not like playing. Then she jumps into how and her friends are outside in the middle of the winter, gathering up together playing and trying to find cars to throw snowballs at. Finally her and her friends spotted a car and they were getting ready to throw the snowballs at the car and when they threw them at the car, the man jumped out the car and began to chase them. While chasing them her and her friend Mikey were getting tired and when she looked back she was realizing that he was trying so hard to catch them. She noticed he was really trying and the essay…
Failure can come from nowhere, and when young star Roy Hobbs was just one step away from signing a major league baseball contract, a single moment stopped him. Roy’s agent Sam knows how talented Roy is and brags, “I’m personally taking him to Clarence Mulligan of the Cubs for a tryout. They will probably pay me a few grand for uncovering the coming pitcher of the century” (14-15). Years in semi-professional baseball were finally about to pay off for Roy. To celebrate, he accepted an invitation to see Harriet Bird, a beautiful girl he met on the train to Chicago. Roy liked Harriet, and thought maybe she felt the same, but her request was not out of compassion. She wanted to stop Roy from playing baseball, just as she had done with other promising athletes in the past. As soon as he reached her room, she took out a gun and shot Roy in the stomach, ending his major league dream. Roy worked hard for years; yet Harriet Bird ended it in a single moment. Roy's situation is relatable, even if the reader has no ambition to play professional baseball. All dreams have the potential to end in the same way, by chance and devastating. Nevertheless, people will always have dreams and work hard to reach them. Failure is an experience that everyone must face, and for the reader, Roy’s misfortune reminds the audience of the obstacles that halted the pursuit of their dreams.…
Things would then escalate, snowballs turned into slush balls because the damage incurred was different. It would further escalate into ice balls, and some kids would get creative and make snowballs and take them home to put in the freezer so they would hurt even more, thus doing more damage; and they would wait for the opportunity for a surprise attack.…
It was a cold winter day in New Mexico 2008. It was snowing and I can feel the snow getting into my shoes and melting. It made my feet a wrinkly after I took my shoes off. We were visiting a family friend and they had a big back yard. While everyone was inside I went to the backyard to play. Then I met this kid……
The spiritual embryo is a phase in the development of a child that coincides with non-physical development. This can be the development of the child’s intellect, personality, and soul. Dr. Montessori calls it an “embryo” because it can be compared to the physical development of the embryo within the womb prior to birth. I think that Dr. Montessori believed that environment was more important to the growth and development of a child.…
In every person’s life , there are many important times. One of them is childhood . Some people may argue that childhood is the happiest time in a person’s life, other think that it isn’t so. But for me , I had the happiest memories as well as the saddest memories in childhood. When I was a child , the world seemed to be a place of a joy and happiness to me. There was nothing worth worrying about because my parents always looked after me .Also , I lived with the full of my grandmother’s love .I used to live in the small house in the countryside . When i was 3 years old , I was sent to a kinder-garden. Because I was a silly girl , I felt hard to make friend and I also felt lonely in school. At home , my grandmother always was the first person who asked what it had happened in that day . While I was telling her the story about how i felt in school ,she was listening carefully . After that , she soothed me and gave me some advice that could help me become more cheerful . But when i was six , my family had to move in a new house in Ho Chi Minh city because of my father’s business .In that time , I felt very upset . I remembered I always cried bitterly when I was in bed. Because I missed my grandmother so much , my mother had to told her about me . Everydat , my grandmother tried to keep in touch with me . In addition , she encouraged me in my studies . The bad memories that I always remember is that I was told that my grandma died of the stroke when I was 10 . In her funeral , my heart died within me because I can’t believe that she didn’t live with me anymore . Because of her encouragement , I was not a funk in school . Now I am 18 years old , I can make friend easily . In my heart , I never forget every memories about her…
The time I have spent in (school name) is quite unforgettable. My parents had decided to enroll me in (school name) in a small village with a unique motive. (School name) is a place where one can discover the wonders of village kids and how these kids grow their senses into an extraordinary realm. That has been an inspiration and I feel I am executing and documenting my life positively in a creative way. I hope I am always able to go on this way.…
My childhood was hate in the hood, and food that tasted like Campbell's ummmm ummm Good!!!!…
The first feeling I can remember is wind rushing through my hair. I was five, riding a bicycle on my way to the park to meet my older cousins and friends so we could play baseball. At least that is what I think I was doing; it is the first thing that comes to mind whenever someone asks me what my earliest memory is. However the most vivid thing about that memory is the wind and the fact that I was wearing a light blue shirt, the brain is weird that way. Though whenever I think about that light blue shirt my whole childhood comes to mind, and going down memory lane is a wonderful journey; I like to think I had a fantastic childhood, shaping me to be the individual that I am today.…
Every person has a special memory; sometimes we remember it in our mind or by photo or video. But the beautiful memories we can’t forget them. And I think every one has his/her special thing to say when some one asks hem/her about the thing we remember it and we can’t forget. In this essay I want to write about what happened, how I felt at the time and why I still remember this event.…