“Who made you queen?” was a phrase used by my mom multiple times throughout my childhood. Whenever I made brainless decisions without approval or demands without manners, I was brought down to earth with the pointed reminder that I was, in fact, not royalty. I gradually grew into this knowledge of my lack of birthright, and often remembered the phrase to keep my ego in check. This phrase followed me as I transitioned from a sassy seven-year-old demanding snacks to a college-obsessed seventeen-year-old praying I would find a college I would like for all four years.