She wants to be great, like the tales of yore. She wants to be quick, like foxes and moments of happiness. She wants to be strong, like bears and people who endure so that others don’t have to. She wants to soar, like eagles and skyscrapers in cities where natives carry themselves so confidently. She wants to be confident like that, wants to walk like nobles who have been trained since birth to carry themselves with authority, to command a room with the posture of their shoulders, to wear a crown and prove it is more than the jewels that adorn it. She wants to conquer, to slay her fears and inhibitions, wants to broadcast exactly the way she feels every moment of every day and be proud of it. She wants to be the kind of person elders tell stories about when asked of greatness. She wants to achieve all of these things, but instead she goes to school.