Last week, Advisor Who and I submitted a Letter to the Editor. It was fun, and the first time I'd ever written a comment on an article. I came up with the idea, Who made my words pretty, and I submitted it with both our names on it. And didn't hear anything from the journal.
I assumed that that meant we had been passed over, but Who said that that might not be the case. So I checked. And indeed, it wasn't the case! Our letter had been published.
It's just that, miraculously, my name was not.
Who's name is on there.
My words are on there.
But not my name.
This is as perplexing as it is hilarious. As frustrating as it absurd. Like that time my name on the plaque was smaller than all the honorees before me. History has a way of repeating itself to my disadvantage.
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