She painted a good picture of how hard life was at her junior high school. She begged and pleaded to make the switch, as soon as possible.
When the new school year came, she had not changed her mind, so we kept our promise to transfer her to the private school of her dreams. At mid-year in the private school, amid tears, she begged to go back to her old school. Life was not as ethereal as she had dreamed, and she hated the private school.