I attended a NACADA conference in Nashville last weekend where, like many conferences, I had to wear a name tag. For some reason, NACADAians have been really bad about introducing themselves, plunging their hand into mine for a handshake, and–before I can offer my name–they look at my name tag and give me a general, “Hello, Se-VAN, nice to meet you.”. To which I reply, “My name is 7, actually. Like the number.”

I’m going to request a name tag with the number 7 for future conferences. Then, at least people will pause with confusion before an incorrect enunciation, thereby giving me the opportunity to actually say my name.