A Rite Of Passage Essay

Rites of Passage are “rituals that mark a person passage from one identity to the next” (Robins, Cummings and McGarry 2016, 61). Marriage is the 15th and most important rite of passage in a Hindu’s life (Holme and Bowker 1994, 72). This rite of passage is known as “vivaha” and the rituals conducted during the ceremony vary from each region in India. “Satpadi” translates to “Seven Steps” and is the final ritual of the “vivaha”. This occurs during the marriage ceremony of one 's life where the bride and groom tie a piece of their clothing together and walk around the sacred fire seven times, where each round is symbolic as it holds a lifetime vow (Holme and Bowker 1994, 82). I have witnessed this at every Hindu wedding I have attended and

communitas. They describe Liminality as a phase of “being ‘in-between’ within a rite of passage, as a person moves from one social state to another. During a rite of passage, a person enters a phase of separation from a previous group, which is followed by an ‘in-between’, or liminal, phase during which many aspects of life are likely to go through a process of change or distortion. Finally, there is a phase of reintegration into the community and entrance into a new social state... Liminality is a strange out of this ordinary world character.” (p.xxx). in this context communitas is an experience of unity felt by those sharing a rite of passage experience. Communitas is a model of sociality and an experience of unanimity with other human

"Greasy Lake" by T.C. Boyle is a tale of one young man's quest for the "rich scent of possibility on the breeze." It was a time in a man's life when there was an almost palpable sense of destiny, as if something was about to happen, like a rite of passage that will thrust him into adulthood or cement his "badness" forever. The story opens with our narrator on a night of debauchery with his friends drinking, eating, and cruising the streets as he had done so many times in the past. What he found on that night of violence and mayhem would force him to look at himself hard. This is a story of one man's journey from boyhood to maturity.

Rites of passage are key aspects of every culture. According to Window on Humanity written by Conrad Phillip Kottak, a rite of passage is an individual or collective transition from one stage in life to another that involves a change in social status. Although they differ between cultures, every rites of passage includes three major phases: separation, liminality, and incorporation. Separation is when the person withdraws from an old social status. For example, when a Maasai boy is about to begin the process of becoming a man he must shave all of his hair.

By this point the patient had stopped breathing, I had pressed the emergency buzzer and ran to phone outreach whilst one of the nurses on my ward had started CPR and a nurse from the ward next door had pushed down the crash trolley. During situations like this it is hard to always insure that the patient’s dignity says intake, there is a lot that happens quickly, with urgency and as well as a confined space, as a result an output is often prioritised over making sure that patient in covered for example. However, the patient is constantly being reassure and we were running him through what was happening to try and lessen his panic in an unsettling and terrifying experience.

While making the drive on my way to school, my father decides to take a short detour to go pay his worker. It is early in the morning and still very grey outside which facilitated my usual slumber. This detour meant nothing more to me than simply that of a detour, but it wasn 't until I was suddenly awaken by the car being strangely rocked like that of a small raft in the sea. Being nearly eight years old, I 'm instantly on high alert and very confused. There is a man in the passenger seat saying hello to me as my dad pays him for a honest day 's worth in a moving job the day before, but surrounding the car are about 25 men eagerly trying to speak with my father. Not only was my early morning routine nap disrupted, I truly believed I woke up to a nightmare. As we drove away, my dad laughed telling me to say goodbye to the blue house. After this experience, I simply stated to my dad that I would never return to this place ever again. I was legitimately horrified and pledged to never return. As a kid, I could simply decide to ignore and choose to not care for what I had witnessed, but as I grew up, curiosity and acquired knowledge promoted awareness. I simply became intrigued, and decided to confront a childhood fear. I was not expecting for this fear to then transform into compassion, but while gaining exceedingly more information, I have grown a profound interest that I believe needs to be exposed to in our society.

As children, my brother and I would constantly fight with each other. He would pull my hair and steal my dolls. I would call him names and tell him he was adopted. We would both get upset. As a significant person, a person whose opinions we especially value (66), my words were incredibly powerful and hurtful to my brother. He would of course tell our mother what I had said. This was incredibly frustrating for her as she was always reassuring him that he was in fact, not adopted. She would tell me how my words hurt and that once said, they can never be unsaid. She cautioned me that one day, I would regret the things that I said. I didn’t truly listen to her caution. One day my brother was so upset about the thought of being adopted that my mother

Perhaps the most important rite of passage in my life was my high school graduation. This moment in my life, like many other rites of passage, can be separated into Van Gennep’s three different stages: separation, liminal, and incorporation.

We had heard that I-10 heading west was a gridlock, so we were very grateful that my Dad knew to try Hwy 90. We never were stuck in traffic like others had, so I didn’t have to suffer a long boring car ride. Once we arrived at the hotel in Houston, my mom went to check us in while the rest of us stayed in the car. After about thirty minutes my mom returned to the car crying. She then explained to my dad that the hotel had over booked their rooms and gave our room away. When I saw my Mom crying, I started to wonder what was going on. At the age of five, I could not understand why all the hotel rooms were occupied and there were none available for us to stay in. I immediately became scared because I could see the look of fear on my parents’ faces and I knew that they weren’t sure what to do. It was now nine o’clock at night and my parents and myself were tired, and we didn’t know what to do next. My parents then decided that the best thing for us to do is to drive around Houston and hope we could find an available room. We finally found a room at the Marriott in downtown Houston that was available for us to stay in for three days. My parents became very nervous wondering how we would pay for

Attending a kind of subcultural initiation ritual, known as a gig, in this case comprised of local Wellington musicians is reminiscent of Turner’s discussion of rituals and Rites of passage. This particular ritual form certainly encourages belonging, uniformity that appears to be a universal attribute of group rituals. It is important to distinguish between ceremony and ritual here, the gig can be considered a ritual as it could promote transformation in an individual and is not a conformational event. The following essay discusses this ritual in two parts, firstly examining Turner 's discussion of Rites of Passage and ritual particularly Separation, liminality and Aggregation themes. Secondly the essay will suggest what this particular ritual does for identity and community and suggest that rituals, more broadly, remain essential to contemporary life. Overall, this essay will argue that Turner’s discussion is useful in illuminating aspects of this ritual, however it does not accurately explain all of it.

Around the world, different cultures have different ceremonial events and rituals that are unique and one-of-a-kind to their culture. These events are more commonly known as Rites of Passage. For example, in Jewish cultures, an important rite of passage is the Bar Mitzvah for boys, and a Bat Mitzvah for girls (Bar is a Jewish Babylonian Aramaic word that means son, and Bat means girl). In these celebrations, girls of the age 12, and boys of the age 13, become responsible for fulfilling the Ten Commandments. Birth, marriage, and death are also an important rite of passage in most cultures. Becoming a man is VERY important in most tribal cultures too. Although, located deep in the Amazon, the people of the Sateré-Mawé tribe have a strange initiation for becoming a man.

A boy’s rite of passage for becoming a man is called a Mukanda. This begins between the age of ten and twelve and is announced when a masked, garbed creature (or makishi) travels from village to village announcing when an upcoming Mukanda is about to occur ( “Mbunda” 2007 ). The boys usually live three to six months away from home at a bush camp and are taught survival-skills, knowledge about nature, religion, social practices and values ("Mbunda people" 2014).

I would consider the rites of passage for my family to be rather subtle and based more on responsibility and temperament towards treating them like an adult. For one to be considered an adult in my family that person must first act like an adult, and be responsible for themselves. The fact that someone can drive or has a job does not make them an adult, what would make them an adult is more of an unspoken agreement where we no longer must worry about them needing our parents help. I am not sure that the rest of my family has this perspective on when they become an adult, but this is my own personal rite of passage and I would not consider a sibling an adult unless they could do so. I consider the usual rituals, such as getting a license, going to high school, dating, and getting a job to be more of a step up a ladder where adulthood is at the top. I have siblings that have done all that, but I do not consider them an adult and I do not think my parents treat them like it either. I believe a person must earn their rites of passage through responsibility, compassion, and independence.

The Rites of Passage is associated with puberty, birth, eating and marriage. The rites for the boys and girls who past puberty and head into fault hood. Adults who have been initiated can have a part in a role of the ritual. The roles usually vary as it depends on what the dreaming belongs to. No priests were in the ceremony because the aboriginal believe that everyone is equal so everyone who participated has equal amount of contribution. The initiation first starts of with the person heading to the bush where they get treated harshly in order to prove that they are worthy. Second is the person is though mysteries surround the objects or action of the group. The third and final stage is when the person return to the rest of there community

There are many measures to take when checking the scene. First measure to take when checking the scene is safety. According to chapter three, your personal safety should be the most important because an dead or injured hero are not beneficial to anyone. Looking careful at Figure 2-1, I notice a messy scene, including downed electrical lines, chemical spill, escaping steam, fire, no traffic, two unconsciousness victims, one struggling consciousness victim, children bystanders, and possible traffic or vehicle pedestrians, since the accident looks as if it occurred within a school district. The scene is not safe. Seeing the fire, escaping steam, chemical spill, and downed electrical lines is enough to call 911 to get professional help. Before