Droppin' Some Knowledge at Rust College

Hi, Everyone!

So I’m leaving class, and on my way to my dorm, I hear some guy yelling out for someone named “Li’l Mama.” I kept on walking, because quite honestly, I didn’t think he was talking to me, until he said, “Oh, so you gon’ act like you don’t hear a brotha, huh? Why you actin’ all sidity?”

I saw that he was with his buddies, so to keep from embarrassing him, I paused for a moment, then I asked him, “You were talking to me?”

“Yeah, I was talkin’ to you,” he answered, as his buddies looked on. “I kept sayin’ ‘Hey, Li’l Mama’ like, three or four times.”

“But that’s not my name. My name is Natasha—Natasha Renee Stewart.”

His face dropped as his buddies began to laugh at him.

“I didn’t mean nothin’ by it; I was just sayin’…”

“I knew what you meant, but just to let you know, I’m more accustomed to being called ‘Miss.’ These other chicks may respond to that other rigmarole, but I’m not one of those chicks.”

And as I walked away, I heard one of his buddies say, “Damn, Dawg—that girl just straight clowned yo ass!”

I kinda giggled when I heard that, but it really was not my intent to clown the brotha or make him look bad in front of his buddies. And I meant what I said, too: If he had referred to me as “Miss,” then I would’ve given him my full attention. Call me old-fashioned—and yes, I know I’m only 18 years old—but that’s who I am.

Until next time, take it light!

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha