I have been fortunate over the years to have so many fantastic learning experiences. I owe that mostly to my parents, two career educators who constantly pushed me, inspired me, taught me, and showed me that learning is not a one-way street, nor is it a final destination with a clear end point. It is a lifetime pursuit, one that requires constant teaching and learning. My father is a presidential historian and was a college president. My mother was a high school English teacher. So our daily family dinners were constant learning experiences, and a practice I now look to replicate with my own children. But my truly defining learning story was what happened when I was outside of the classroom and beyond the watchful eye of two committed and caring parents. It happened when I arrived at the University of Virginia and began my postsecondary education. When I started at Mr. Jefferson’s University, I was one of only three students from West Virginia enrolling that year. There were more students from Bangladesh than from the neighboring Mountain State. I was lost my first semester on Grounds. I felt like I was going through the motions, doing what was necessary