With a greater determination than at any other point in my life and a shrewdly calculated approach, I launched my proposal to my parents: allow me to stay in Tennessee at Brentwood High School to complete my final year of high school. I had done by research, composed a detailed presentation designed to persuade my parents, and pinned all of my hopes on the chance that they would agree to my appeal and allow me to stay with a family friend in Brentwood for the next year while the rest of my family moved to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. My reasoning was nearly flawless, as I explained that it made sense, both academically and socially, for me to finish my senior year at the same school. Moving to a new state for my senior year would pose a challenge when seeking out leadership positions and teacher recommendations, as well as radically alter my academic experience as a whole, not to mention the stress it would cause in my life overall. I felt utterly confident in my argument, sure that my parents could never refute logic like this. However, all of my careful planning and compelling evidence meant nothing in the face of my parents' unwavering mindset: we were all going to move as a family, myself included. …show more content…
Waves of nausea and dread swept over me as I contemplated the true extent of my failure to convince my parents. After working for three long years toward the exalted senior year, I was stripped of my illustrious power as a reigning senior in one horrifying instant. I would not be the aloof, superior by default senior; I would be the nervous, disoriented new kid with no friends and no idea where my next class was. In a few short weeks, everything in our house would be packed up, as would my life in