I never thought I would love teaching and learning as much as I do. My meager view of the world growing up was shaped by my upbringing in a small, Baptist town in South-central Virginia. I still to this day am in disbelief on how I ended up in a college with a doctoral degree in cultural anthropology. I absolutely abhorred high school and had simple plans to settle into the restaurant job I had scored when I was 15. But something happened. I met someone who was curious and encouraged me to be curious as well. I enrolled in the local community college with my newfound curiosity and experienced what I recall to be a gentle, creeping, beautiful explosion. I was taught by the first woman I had ever met with a Ph.D, I learned new religions, cultures, and ways of knowing and . . . I got A’s! Even after twelve years of college, traveling beyond my little town to new states and different hemispheres, learning new languages, and earning three degrees, that curiosity is still unquenched and I try to infect my students with it every chance I get.