That was roughly a year ago when I was studying in Canada. As a new international student, I decided to go to school in the States, where I believed American high school would be a better fit for me and I could have a better chance of applying to top-tier universities. I could still envisage the accumulated documents I had gathered for persuading my parents to support that decision. Things weren’t always in the direction I anticipated. My parents, however, negated my choices in the first place, where they believed that I could apply to universities in the States as well, no matter where I was. Indeed, it was a fairly reasonable statement, and I got nothing to refute. Admittedly, it was weird and somewhat unacceptable to recognize this abrupt change. They held that there was no such difference between the two schools, and it might be difficult for me to adapt to new environments. After several conversations, we finally agreed upon and underwent another application process not long after. I appreciate my parents’ understanding and buttress whenever I seek help from them. Assuming an American school would help me thrive and offer me a more well-rounded education was bold and risky, and even I couldn’t make sure if it were justified and correct. Truth stands on my side, and as I am writing this paragraph, I feel happy that I made that decision but more importantly