In 1991, I graduated at the top of my high school class.  I could have majored in a myriad of topics. I chose the teaching profession.  First in my nuclear family to graduate high school with a traditional diploma and one of the few in my extended family to pursue a college degree, I forged ahead as a history and secondary education major at SUNY Geneseo, with what my beloved aunt called tunnel vision.  My mother and grandmother’s generations were…