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I'm lousey with the compliments. Giving and recieving. But we did do one of these in sixth grade. All the desks were aranged in a circle, and each student wrote their name on top of a black sheet of paper. That paper was passed around the circle, and when it was filled out, would arrive in front of you.
And in my high school pysch class, we verbally complimented the person in the seat next to us. I didn't know the gal in front of me at all, so I had to think of something.
"Nice shoes."
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"I don't know that I ever wanted greatness, on its own. It seems rather like wanting to be an engineer, rather than wanting to design something - or wanting to be a writer, rather than wanting to write. It should be a by-product, not a thing in itself. Otherwise, it's just an ego trip."
Roger Zelazny
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