The President’s Plaque: Part 10

M-M-Mr. P-President

It’s been, like, 20 minutes!! Man, can that fat announcer TALK! So I say to the camera, “Hi! My name is Cindy Lauren Albott. I’m a high school freshman. In my free time, I like to jog, sing, photograph landscapes, and read books.”
I walk to the left — the camera follows my every move — and see the faces of 7 previous NMIHSS award winners. Most of them look like they’re suffering from an acne-attack. Sorry, random observation.
So I do what I’ve been practicing all week. Greet, shake, step. Greet, shake, step. Greet, shake, step. I continue this, until… I gasp loudly.
“M-M-Mr. P-President!!” I squeal and shake his hand vigorously. He smiles a wonderfully kind grin, chuckles a little, and hands me the plaque. “Now, would you like to sit down with me and answer a few questions?” he asks in the deep, gruff voice I hear on television all the time. “Y-yes, of course!” I exclaim.
The awesome Mr. President leads me into the extremely beautiful room that I’d visited earlier with Mimi. The camera follows us. Even the couches are pretty! I sit down daintily — not because I’m trying to act like a lady, but rather because I don’t want to damage the couch — and look earnestly at the president.
“So, Cindy,” he says with a friendly smile. “What would you like to have as an occupation once you complete school?”
“Well, Mr. President, I’m actually very unsure at this moment.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, Mr. President. My original goal was to become a professor, but suddenly I feel indecision. Maybe that’s because I might like to become the president of the United States one day?”
We both laugh.
“You have a very good sense of humor, Cindy.” And so the president asks me several more questions, and we leave the room.