Black Expo

Every year there is an enormous event that is attended by people all around the country, called the Black Expo. All my friends bragged about what a good experience they had at the expo the previous years and I envied their endless stories. As senior year came to a close I figured I would ask my mom if I could I go while she was still vulnerable. All I can say is that my plan didn't go over as smooth as I thought. It took months and months of begging and groveling before she would even attempt to hear me out. I literally had to cry and complain that I wasn't given the privileges that I felt I deserved. I went on to say that when I go to college I'm going to take complete advantage of my newfound freedom because I wasn't receiving any at home.

Without even knowing it at the time I was incorporating rhetoric into my argument with my mom to get what I wanted. With my intense play on her emotions I was able to make her see how horribly I felt when I thought she didn't trust me. I challenged her because I knew in the end that the worst that could happen was that I would lose. By being able to show her that I need to slowly receive more freedoms before college she realized that that was best in order for me not to lose control when I would eventually be on my own. I was also able to show my credibility by instilling in her the appreciation that I had for her excellent parenting skills when raising me. So in the end I of course got what I wanted and was able to go to the expo.

SN: May I please say that was one of the worst experiences of my life :) (I should have listened to my mom)