Professor Abra Mcdowell
July 14, 2010
From a Little Girl to a Young Woman
. The day of my Quinceanera started early. I had just turned 15 and it was the birthday I had always dreamed of. I was always a dama in other Quinceanera’s, but now it was time for my own celebration. In Mexican culture, a dama is just like a bridesmaid. I had 14 of my closest friends as my dama’s to be a part of my “court of honor”. All 14 girls wore beautiful hot pink dresses and had polished hairstyles. The girls looked like beautiful dolls. When my mother was a little girl she had two Quinceanera’s. One celebration took place in Mexico and the other here in California. Looking back at my moms photo’s, I could see that both celebrations were huge and costly. I was the first of all my cousins to have a Quinceanera. My mother and other family members worked for over a year to plan the celebration that followed. It was the morning of my special day, there was so much to do and not much time to get it done. I had a 7 a.m. hair appointment to sweep my brown hair up in preparation for the crown t I would receive during the ceremony. I then had to rush back home to dress in my light pink ball gown before heading to the church. I arrived to a church crowded with friends and family. So many people had gone to St. John’s Cathedral to witness the simple, yet elegant, tradition. There were also relatives from Mexico and Puerto Rico who took the long tiring trip to attend. I was honored to see so many people there on my special day. My court of honor led the way into the church. When it was my turn to walk down the aisle, soft music was played by the organist. I felt like a princess walking in my big, beautiful ball gown. My gown was similar to a wedding dress except it was a pastel pink. When the ceremony started it was nerve racking. I was thinking about my hair and people staring at me from behind, and hoping my tiara or...