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This is kind of a softball question, since defining "dependability" can vary from individual to individual, but I'll tell you my own opinion (only).A president is dependable if:1) He or She commits themselves to a course of action, and does not waver from that path, regardless of their political philosophy. Example: the much venerated Ronald Reagan was an opponent of the Soviet Union and Communism in general, and he never waivered from that position-- which created policy decisions that effected his presidency. He was "reliably a Cold Warrior" you might say.2) He or She makes promises to political constituencies and follows through on them (or makes a good faith attempt to do so).3) A dependable president does not constantly lie or reverses him or herself (in public anyway). A president who consistently lies is a hard to president to rely upon; you never know what might be coming out of their mouth from one day to the next.4) A reliable President keeps good faith with his country's allegiances, treaties and binding agreements, even when opposing parties signed binding agreements.Those are a few I could answer from the top of my head.

The do.Soccer: MLS supports the development academy and high school students train with a local club that is sponsored by a MLS team (and other sponsors, as I believe there are on the order of 70 academy clubs around the USA). Several of those high school aged players then make it to the MLS teamBaseball: For years, MLB teams scouted high school players and then offered minor league contracts to promising prospects and placed them on minor league teams to develop.Basketball. High school students can ask for a waiver and enter the NBA draft as a graduating senior. Like LeBron James: LeBron James - WikipediaIce Hockey: The NHL encourages many high school age players to play Junior Hockey and then go directly to the NHLIndeed, the only major US team sport that doesn’t do that is football (NFL). The NFL uses the NCAA D-1 colleges to be their “minor league”.NOTE: This is for US Male athletes. US female team athletes do not have a truly viable professional league to go to, and therefore wait until after a college education (typically paid for by their sport through an athletic scholarship) before trying the Pro leagues. That is certainly true for the WNBA, the women’s soccer league, the small pro softball league, and the small pro ice hockey league.

For me it goes like this.Get up at six and wake my sister and mother up. This is not hard because we share a room all together. I brush my teeth and then get dressed. I may have half an hour to kill while my younger sister gets ready. She puts on makeup, does her hair, etc etc. I get up and go. I haven’t brush me hair in weeks (It doesn’t look nappy or anything. It’s just curly so it looks worse brushed.) I take my medicine and we load up.We leave at seven and get to school at seven forty five. There me and my sister split up, we don’t share much in common and have come to the silent agreement that it’s better if we act like each other don’t exist. I go stand in the cold and listen to everyone else talk until the bell rings. Then I go to first period.I believe my situation is a bit different then others. I don’t have any friends and am very private about my home life. Typically, I may have two conversations my entire day. My medication only enforces this.First period is Financial Algebra. It’s mainly seniors but this is fine because as a teen who is working towards early graduation, technically I have to keep up with some of them anyway. They will of course be recognized with me come senior festivities.It ends uneventful, I typically don’t talk to anyone and if we aren’t writing equations or taking notes, I’m doodling by myself anyway.Next period is Geometry, which for me is the same class and teacher. I hate this class more then the rest because it’s full of sophomores. My sister is also in this class. Right now they’re reviewing slope and such, so I’m not taking much notes anyway. I don’t speak to anyone.Third is English 4. Another senior class. My peers are friendlier to me here. They think I’m smart and funny and I do appreciate it. They don’t alienate me like my first period does but they don’’t pressure me to join in.Fourth period is my second English. AP English 3. Full of juniors. I only talk if I’m in a group project. They’re okay, they’re just very full of whatever is taking there time outside of school. Not a bad thing. But, for example, half of them skipped there ACTs even though they all got fee waivers because half the school is on free or reduced lunch. I would cry if someone even asked me to. That’s money I don’t have and won’t ever get to spend. Thankfully I got one too.Fifth period is Physics. It’s very laid back and where most of my conversation comes in. There’s only five kids in there though, so it isn’t much.Sixth period is even smaller. It’s just two of us. It’s an ALE (Alternative Learning Environment) It’s for kids who have issues in big classes, are playing catch up, or in my special case, getting ahead. I don’t talk to the other girl because she has multiple core classes she’s catching up on. Everyone once in a while I help her with an Algebra problem.Then we have lunch. The majority of kids actually go to lunch. I’m to scared to go in by myself so I wait outside between the Jr High and the Highschool buildings. There’s one girl I talk to there, but it mainly consists of a one-sided conversation where she tells me all about how wild her weekend got or what someone said. It’s mostly about boys and of “that” nature, which I can’t comment on much because I don’t interact with anyone.Seventh period is Algebra 2. My third and final math class. There’s only seven of us and it gets pretty wild. I only actually speak to two of them on a daily basis and it consists of a “hey.”Eighth period is French 2. It’s online so I don’t actually have to speak to anyone.Then we go home at 3:15.I get home around 4. My sister does her chickens and pigs. I work on my ACT practice or scroll on my phone. My mom stays in the living room to listen for my grandfather in case he needs something. I might get something to eat. If I do, its my first and only meal. Sometimes I’ll go work on my softball if my aunt or someone else is here.Typically we all avoid each other until bedtime. I pretend to take me second dose of medicine, though usually I just smash it and throw it away. I shower the fall asleep.It should be mentioned that my school consists of probably 200 kids just 9–12, which is all I interact with. It’s a k-12 school, but there aren’t enough to where space is cramped. We don’t have cliques per se. But it’s half a public school half a charter so that kids from the state below can go in without having to find an instate address. The only thing that makes kids separate is when topics of where they’re from come up.Typically those enrolled through the charter will band together, myself included, because we grew up the same. In low wages and through shitty school systems. Most of the other kids had it a little easier and you can tell which is which by what one complains about. But we’re all hard working people. Most kids here have a job, and if not then they’re working their ass off for a scholarship through sports or something else. Some of us go to learn career orientated skills half way through the day such as welding, cosmetics, AC mechanics. I personally want to get into the class that teaches you automobile mechanics. I don’t know about other places but from all my other schools and speaking to other people, I’ve found this is south specific. We are not worried about the latest updates or prom queen. We’re working our asses off through physical labor so we can pay for college so out lives don’t amount to working in oil companies and chemical plants like the rest of our family did. Because at a young age, the kids here realized that it was make it or break it. Being on welfare didn’t make you an embarrassment and not being able to eat lunch was normal so we shared are trays. It’s not crazy to see a kid come straight to school in work boots and dirty jeans, they would have to leave anyway. This is why it pisses me off when people say teens are lazy. Because in our case, we can’t afford to be!