My mom is auditing a SF class at her local college. She takes lots of classes this way. It's free and keeps her active.  

She's reading a book by a well-known award winning SF writer--an alternate history that the teacher's raving over and Mom frankly finds boring (which is why I'm not dropping a name here).

But I was all, "[Insert famous author's name here]??  I was on a panel with [famous author] last fall." Once I got to thinking about it, I realized I was on that panel with a load of award winning writers.

So Mom was all duly impressed, thinks I'm Somebody, and is going to tell her teacher, even though I have no idea how I ended up on this panel--it wasn't something I know a lot about--and felt like a poser the whole time.

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