Rite Of Passage Essay

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Rites of Passage are rituals, of varying length, that always involve the transformation of a person or persons from one cultural status to another. These rituals can be seen in movies, plays, games, and the real world. Everyone at one point has experienced a rite of passage whether it was getting a job or getting married. When I experience a rite of passage, I was in the process of obtaining my driver’s license. This experience was accompanied by nerve-wrecking events which contributed to my formation of becoming an adult. At the end of my journey those who once saw me as an ignorant kid, began to respect me and treat me as a mature adult.

Before I was granted the privilege of a Driver’s License, I was force to seek other forms of transportation. …show more content…

I committed to a lot of preparation that would assure that I passed the exam on the first try. I studied for three weeks day and night and created flash cards to help me memorize rules. When the day came to take the written exam I isolated in a room with a piece of paper and a pencil, this did not help my level of anxiety that I had prior to arriving at the DMV. But by some miracle, I had passed the test. Receiving my driver’s permit made me one step closer to freedom, but it wasn’t over yet. Now that I had my permit, I had to learn how to actually drive a car. I had a little over four months to perfect my driving skills and learn the interior/exterior of a 2003 Toyota Corolla. Through the course of that time, I put in hundreds of dreadful hours in learning how to drive and locating the interior buttons. I practiced turning left and right correctly, as well as how to accelerate and stop smoothly on public roads. I was told by many that having a car wasn’t only about driving it, it was also about knowing how to keep it clean and knowing how to make sure every aspect of the car was running well. The hard part of learning how to drive was memorizing all the rules, such as the meaning of the lines and signs on the road. Every day spent practicing was a day closer to turning eighteen. On the day of my birthday I made my DMV appointment to take my “Behind-the-Wheel” test. The fear of failing my driving test made me far from excited when the day came. When I arrived at the DMV, I was told to park the car on a drive way next to the building. As I waited for my instructor to get in the car I was sweating bullets but despite the twenty nerve-wrecking minutes the drive lasted, I

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