“My name is Deveonte. It sounds exactly how it’s spelled, but it gets butchered up every time. My second-grade teacher, Ms. Christian, noticed everybody kept butchering up my name, so she gave me the nickname ‘Dev.’ And it just stuck with me.

Ms. Christian was actually my first Black teacher, so it was a monumental step for me. I actually didn’t know how to handle it. Growing up, I was always the only Black child in class or in sports. On top of that, I had very long curly hair. So I would either get my name butchered up, or I would be called a girl. So having a Black teacher was a shock. Like, wow, another Black person besides me. I was grateful because she would help me interact with my race because I didn’t know how to, outside of home. She ended up being my fifth-grade teacher, too. She was pretty much my favorite teacher.

She was hard on me. And, soft with me at times. I didn’t always understand why, but now I do. Without Ms. Christian, I know I definitely would not be who I am today – a humanitarian from the heart. So I will forever be grateful for her.

Sadly, Ms. Christian passed away. She was definitely one of the people I would love to thank because she really changed my life.”

– Dev, junior speech communications major with a concentration in theatre from Chattanooga, Tenn.

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