Not Listed

In addition to being a full-time student, a part-time blogger, and a no-time Tea Partyer, despite the fact that I think tea is a very good alternative to coffee when coffee is (very rarely) not available, I am also a contributing writer for The DePaulia, my school's newspaper.  I have been writing and taking photographs for them for about a month now.  I think they like it when photos accompany a story.  The chances of someone reading your story greatly improves when there's a visual aid, such as a photograph, or if you're artistically inclined, a drawing or cartoon.

Today I have not one, but TWO pieces published in the DePaulia.  I was also not mentioned in the Writers section on Page Two, which is the first thing I check every Monday.  When my name was not listed, two things immediately came up.  1) WTF?! and 2) Really, WTF?!

I was almost ready to throw away the paper when I opened it and turned to the Entertainment Section.  The first thing I saw was my review for the documentary "Catfish."  I turned the page back and saw my second article.  "Okay, both stories were published," I thought. "They were edited a bit more than usual, but they were published."

It still bothers me that I wasn't officially credited.  I'm sure it was a mistake and no one reads the section of the newspaper or magazine where they list all the editors, photographers, writers, various staff, and contact information.  My ego has been temporarily bruised.  Maybe this is what ghost writers and editors must feel like whenever their work is released and they don't get their dues.  Then again, ghost writers probably know that when they take on the assignment.

I can't let this mishap get to me.  I am convincing myself that this was a minor error, get off this soapbox, and will move on with my life.  Actually, I wonder who uses actual soapboxes.  That would make an interesting Halloween costume.  Too bad I'm already planning to be Clark Kent and Superman.  I wanna be Clark Kent half the time and Superman the other half.

-With love and regrets,

Eddie