In middle school I had a Black American history teacher who would show the class slavery films every chance she could. We were at an all-black school. At community college I had a Black American typing instructor that would mark your paper for any little error. She explained her reasoning was Black American had to make sure everything was right in order to get a job. I had the proof when an older Caucasian student in the class stated she was taking the class to learn the keyboard. She stated she already had a job as a receptionist for twelve years without any experience. These educators wanted us to know where we came from and to be on top of whatever we were doing because that’s what it took as a Black American.