Most of the time I am pretty happy just slipping by, you know living out the days the way I see fit but without much attention to myself. I do what needs to be done and keep going.
But sometimes I like GLORY. I like spotlights and cat calls and rounds of boisterous applause. There are times when I want to be celebrated. A) Birthday
C) When I cook something perfectly
D) When my beauty is just so overpowering people can’t help but comment
E) When I win special awards and prizes for that gooey stuff inside my head-my brain!
Last night was an E on the list of “Reasons to Scream ‘Sarah Buchanan Rules’ on repeat”
College draws to a close. It’s been one hell of a 4 year ride. I came out older, wiser, and smarter. And I have a plaque to prove it. I won the African History Departmental award for scholastic achievement in my line of study. There, I said it. It’s out there.
I think I can hear the cheering from here.
When do you like being praised?