During junior year, I worked after school at a local coffee shop to save money, sensing I would need my own resources in the future. I managed to maintain a 4.0 GPA despite working 20 hours a week. Meanwhile, Lily joined the debate team and instantly became the star, with my parents attending every tournament and celebrating each victory with special dinners.
By senior year, both Lily and I were applying to colleges. Despite being two years apart, Lily had skipped a grade, putting us in the same graduating class. We both applied to the prestigious Westfield University, known for its excellent business and political science programs.
Against all odds, we both got acceptance letters on the same day. I still remember the excitement I felt, hands trembling as I opened that thick envelope. I got in, I announced at dinner, unable to contain my joy.
Full acceptance to the business. Program! My father glanced up briefly from his phone. That’s nice, Emma.
Minutes later, Lily burst through the front door waving her own acceptance letter. I got into Westfield’s political science program, she shrieked. The transformation in… My parents was immediate.