Karantzalis
English 10H, Period 2
5 January 2012
Shedding the skin of immaturity The rite of passage to me is what we experience during our lifetime that triggered our sense of entering adulthood. The sad moment I endured this is when my grandma passed away. Tears and emotions took me to place I never entered before. I felt that I had to live my life alone without support or guidance. She spoiled me with love and now I knew I had to stay strong for her.
My family is Buddhist so, 12 guys had to shave their heads and become a monk for the day of the funeral, including me. There were also 12 women who had to wear all white. The day of the funeral was an excruciating time for everyone. My heart was beating quickly