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As a child I always looked forward to what was coming next. Growing older was an exciting, I knew this would lead to more responsibility. When I turned twelve I would have the first event in life that would transition me closer to adulthood, when I was fifteen I would have the official event declaring me as a grown, then I when I was sixteen almost seventeen I felt confidant I was ready for adulthood. At age twelve I started middle school. To me life was still as simple as it would be for a fifth grader. But when I was twelve, the month December would bring the cruel realities of the world down on me. My grandfather officially had dementia, I would move away from my child home, to Pocasset, Oklahoma to take care him. This was my first passage into adulthood. This is when I learned how to go through hard situations and not letting work fall behind, that hard times will come, but that won’t stop me from the important things. This was the first time I understood, how hard adulthood could be. …show more content…
I was proud of the fact I was half Guatemalan and I wanted to live up to the traditions that several of my family members had followed. My Quinceanera came along as my official transition into adulthood, at least by the standards of my abuela (grandmother). Though it seems like a large party, filled with certain traditions possibly ridiculous to the outside viewer, it showed me how delegate planning to people who weren’t me and to trust it would all be okay. My Quinceanera would also be the point where I learned it’s okay for me to have a voice and I shouldn’t be ashamed of wanting one. That new perspective and the want of extra-credit, would be what first brought me to Red Dirt Poetry. Red Dirt is where my new found voice grew stronger and stronger, teaching me independence in thought as well as
Adulthood, as a child, was always portrayed as a time of freedom. The short sighted minds of children, as I once also had, only wanted to get away from the parent’s all-seeing eyes. I never thought a job too bad, what my mom did, my dad did, it didn’t seem too bad, but how wrong I was. I thought I could
The moment I’ve been waiting for turned out more hectic than I was expecting. From waking up super early to forgetting what to do, the day had its up’s and down’s. So, what day am I talking about? Well about June 22, 2013, the day of my quinceanera, the day I went from a little girl to a woman.
I remember the time when I had gotten promoted to high school as a 9th grader. That time was so important to me, at that time and age. It was a phase that you usually get over. I was growing up and starting all over again in a different environment with entirely different motives. I had started at the lowest class in the school, once again, as a freshman. I wasn’t a big 8th grader that internally felt more in control due to my age and experience. It was quite odd, just a couple of days before promotion, I was 8th grader, however I had more similarities with a 6th grader. This was me starting from strength to weakness. Through that I figured it out. Life is a process of phases that repeat, and helps a person grow. The famous novelist and blogger
There comes a significant time in everyone’s life when we reach the point that we are no longer seen as children, but as adults. This transition from childhood into adulthood is often referred to as the “coming of age” stage or growing up. The transitional stage of life occurs differently in everyone, which is why the initiation of change differ in “Quinceanera” by Judith Ortiz Cofer, “The Lesson” by Toni Cade Bambara, and “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” by Joyce Carol Oates. These three pieces of literature all embody the “coming of age” theme. Some people reach this special point in their life by simply grasping a better understanding of what is going on in the world around them, by suffering from a tragic event, or by being honored with a traditional celebration. All of these events mark the passing of a person from one stage of life to the next and what is known as this “coming of age” phage of life is one of the most popular themes expressed in literature.
Lights flashing, the booming bass of the subwoofer, a fiesta with crowds of people, all enjoying their time gleefully in their festivities and music. All I was thinking was getting out soon and not afterwards. My mother nags me, "You need to get out more and make friends." Thinking in my head, I called back, "They way I see it, I do not need or want more friends who don’t care about me, and outside confrontation is not my forte nor do I seek to explore it." Comfortably fine and staying in my solitude exploring and learning for enjoyment. If others happen to partake in a common interest and talking flows naturally then I shall decide the following steps.
Quinceañeras: they mark the beginning of a girl’s womanhood. Cherished by girls all over the Americas but dreaded by their parent’s wallets. Mine was as chaotic as it could be. My little cousins running around our small house, my aunts struggling to get ready for the party, and the sounds of pans and spoons clacking as my mom prepared the evening’s dinner. This all added to the mayhem that was that day. It was a day that I had looked forward to ever since I was a little girl. I wish I could say that my quinceñera marked my transition from being a little girl to a young adult, but that just isn’t the case.
Life in the middle school and high school was not easy for me. I had become an introvert, I still didn’t know how to be social, and I had very few friends. I was teased for being very quiet, and some people insinuated that I’m scared of fellow people. On the other hand life at home was difficult. My mother had become so bitter and pleased her was next to impossible. She became very harsh with my brother and me, and we were always scolded for even the smallest mistakes. Once in a while, my father would come for us and take us to the city he lived. I would look out of the windows as we drove out of town and would imagine how life in another city would feel like. I looked at the skies, and all I saw were promises of a better future. All my life I had lived in San
Julia Alvarez in her book, Once Upon a Quinceañera, explores the quince tradition from cultural, historical and personal angles. Herein, she seeks to clarify some of the myths and ideas that surround this tradition from the notion that quinceañeras are from old Aztec traditions to the idea that this rite has been passed down from one Latino generation to another. She discovers that most contemporary quinces are firsts for many families and are different from those of the past. Consequently, the tradition depicts a group that is experiencing transformation who seek to establish their roots in a past that is somehow bleak. Many have often described the US has a melting pot of cultures. Therefore, Americans from different cultures find themselves amalgamating their values with those of the American society, thus affecting the overall culture of their communities. In Once Upon a Quinceañera, the author demonstrate and applies the cultural myth of melting pot.
My story began on a cool summer’s night twenty short years ago. From my earliest memory, I recall my father’s disdain for pursuing education. “Quit school and get a job” was his motto. My mother, in contrast, valued education, but she would never put pressure on anyone: a sixty-five was passing, and there was no motivation to do better. As a child, my uncle was my major role-model. He was a living example of how one could strive for greatness with a proper education and hard work. At this tender age of seven, I knew little about how I would achieve my goals, but I knew that education and hard work were going to be valuable. However, all of my youthful fantasies for broader horizons vanished like smoke when school began.
My quincenera was a celebration in which I will never forget. Not only because of the party or the dress, but due to the fact that I never felt more part of my culture until then. There has always been two things that I had always wanted in my life. They were to have a quincenera and visit my family in Mexico. Since both of my parents were one of the first of their family to migrate here from Mexico, most of my family members were over there and i never met any of them. However, it was always set that I was most likely not going to do either due to expenses. I was incredibly disappointed, but deep down i understood that money for us was not always available. So I never tried to After I finally lost hope, my mom told me that my sister and I
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Yesterday at work, I was helping an older gentleman find a pair of hiking boots. I was asking basic questions about what he was using them for and so forth. He begins to tell me he had to drive 2 hours to the city, so he thought he'd stop in to get a pair of hiking boots for his upcoming trip. I ask why he had to come down to the cities, and he told me he had to get treatments once a month for his bone cancer. I began to get sympathetic because obviously cancer is a terrible thing. He looks at me and says, "if you put a smile on your face and look at all the positives in life, you can conquer anything." He then tells me he's had bone cancer for 5 years, and he just tries to keep a smile on his face at all times because life is too short. Then
Though people see adulthood and childhood more different than alike, we never stop growing, no matter the age. We never stop learning. We always have rules to follow through life. There is an
It was the second semester of fourth grade year. My parents had recently bought a new house in a nice quite neighborhood. I was ecstatic I always wanted to move to a new house. I was tired of my old home since I had already explored every corner, nook, and cranny. The moment I realized I would have to leave my old friends behind was one of the most devastating moments of my life. I didn’t want to switch schools and make new friends. Yet at the same time was an interesting new experience.
Have you ever had something happen in your life it made you so happy you still remember? I do. I remember the day my mother made a surprise party for me. She knew that turning fifteen in a Latina's world meant so much. My mother couldn’t afford to do me a Quinceañera- the celebration of a girl's fifteenth birthday in parts of Latin America . It is celebrated differently from any other birthday, as it marks the change from adolescent to young womanhood.A Quinceañera is a celebration in which a girl turns fifteen which in the Spanish speaking countries it is a recognition of her journey from adolescent to young womanhood. It starts out with a religious ceremony. Afterwards comes the reception which is held at home or at a banquet hall. The celebration includes food, music, choreographed dances or waltz (performed by the quinceañera and her court). A court is made up of fourteen people ( seven young girls and seven young men) plus the quinceañera making it fifteen. She wears a ball gown. Normally the gown’s color is chosen to be white or pink but in last few years it has changed as more trends come out. Some dresses are now chosen to be blue, purple, yellow, orange, red, and even black. As I was growing up I started hearing about girls turning fifteen getting ready to plan their parties and inviting people to their quinces. They would say they would get a DJ or a Mexican/ Guatemalan group to come sing at their party.