Can I just tell you that it is weird to see my name written by anyone else? We all grow up, some of us change our last names and suddenly we only see ourselves digitally and on paper in type, in font, with ink or pixels. I am having flashbacks to classroom Valentine’s and all the ways my name would appear on envelopes. Of course that also means the variety of misspellings. Come to think of it; there is a sign for “Souya’s room” written in the scrawl of a six year old and taped on my hallway wall. I think it is just that adults no longer write my name.