On my 15th birthday, I had become a young woman. I wasn’t seen as a little girl anymore. I was somebody different especially after realizing what I had learning during my party. This day is so important to me because I didn’t get the party my dreams of. The biggest day of a hispanic girl’s life is the day of your quinceanera. I couldn’t have the big moment of my life. I was so upset by the fact that I wouldn’t be walking to a big hall having the grand entrance seeing all my family clapping for me. I thought I couldn’t have that moment in my life, but I was wrong. I had gotten something special. I had gotten something that meant so much more to me then a big party. Something that affected my life in a good way. This experience taught me to be more grateful and be happy with what life brings me. I won’t ever …show more content…
I didn’t need a long mass to be sent off as a young adult. didn’t need a big hall with decorations and tables with centerpieces. I didn’t need a big poofy dress that cost more than a thousand dollars. I didn’t even need to memorize five dance routines for a surprise dance. Why did I want a court of honor If I already had my friends with me by my side? I was being so ungrateful and over-exaggerating this whole quinceanera party. I would have loved to have a traditional quinceanera but I didn’t need it. All I needed was my family and my friends to celebrate the moment of me being a young woman. It’s the same things that count in life. This part of my life will stay with me forever.
I shouldn’t have been acting like a spoiled little girl and cried my heart out for a party. I never realized how much it hurt my mom to not give me what I wanted. I had learned that I can’t be mad at my own mom for not giving me what I want. I knew that she would’ve given me the party of my dream if she had money. There will always be obstacles in life that will get in the way of what you want. It’s the small things that count in
After the religious ceremony ended we headed to my friend’s Uncle’s to continue the next stage of the quinceañera. Some of these galas are similar to weddings where you have the father putting on an enormous display of wealth and prosperity for vanity’s sake. For the not so financially well off, the celebration itself is sometimes considered the gift. I was privy to the latter. I was completely amazed at the turnout of family members. Not only the sheer numbers who attended, but the distance that some of them
Envision stepping into the venue, seeing your guests smile and conversate peacefully, the atmosphere of the room glowing, and sensing the enthusiasm grow in your chest as you know you planned a successful Quinceanera. The day a girl of the Hispanic culture turns 15, is the day her fantasies become a reality; and she becomes a woman. Quinceaneras bear plenty of decision making, particular details, and ingenious ideas; but with these simple steps it can be spectacular.
Although the Quinceanera is a formal rites of passage that is supposed to signify maturity and purity, in this article it is portrayed as just a fancy coming of age party that does not shape one 's identity. “It is rare that a ritual alters the way a society is organized” (Alvarez 50). At the Quinceañera Expo, Alvarez noticed little girls walking around in lustrous dresses and tiaras in their hair (Alvarez, pg. 50). The ritual is similar to the American Sweet 16 than a coming
It took us three months to learn the routines. The songs that we are dancing to are all by Britney Spears. Everyone applauses when we finish all three dances. I am dancing with my father and we both are getting a little teary eyed. I am trying to hold it in though. The party ends at three a.m. After everyone leaves, my immediate family and friends clean up as much as we can because it was a part of our contract with the owners. I get home at four thirty a.m. and open my presents. I get one thousand dollars, jewelry, and cards that are wishing me a happy birthday. I give the one thousand dollars to my parents because I feel bad on how much they spent on the party. I didn’t really get much sleep last night due to the fact that I keep thinking about my biological
Most people, especially girls shop for an outstanding birthday outfit to wear. No other wardrobe can relate to what you wear for your quinceañera. It is the only birthday where a Mexican girl could actually feel like a princess. She wears a beautiful crown covered in rhinestones that essentials her up do with a gorgeous scepter that contributes to the tiara. Her dress is what makes her the starlight of the night. It is big and puffy as a “Cinderella dress” embracing her figure. There is not another birthday that it is usual for a girl to wear what a quinceanera wears, and that is what makes the night distinctive from any another birthday.
A quinceanera is a tradition of celebrating a hispanic young girl’s coming of the age 15. At the quinceanera i will be wearing a blue ball gown. It will also have a tiara and a prayer book.. There will also be a unicorn Pinata!! The court that i will have will be wearing light pink gowns and black tuxedos. All of the family members from where ever we have them will be attending. Unless they are sick or some other reason like a family matter or something. The guests will be receiving tokens, to attend the celebration. The events will include very good food and music, and a waltz or dance performed by me, my court and my parents . The food at my quinceanera will
When choosing the right dress, you should consider looking for the dress that perfectly fits your body and in which you feel completely comfortable. Besides if the young girl would want to add volume from the waist down, a puffy tulle dress will produce the desired effect. In addition, if you want to narrow your silhouette, it is recommended A-line dresses, corsets, imperial cut dresses, or dresses created with plain or undecorated material. The neckline can be in several forms such as V-shaped, a low round cut, or a halter. If the quinceañera will wear a backless dress, it would preferably be either strapless or contain thin straps. Yet all the choices should be considered according to their budget, in which they will determine if they would
I am hispanic my name is Allibess Rose Dyer and i will tell you all about my wonderful quinceanera. I am 14 years old i will be turning 15 tomorrow and i am super happy about it. I have been waiting for two years now o urn 15 ever since i started wanting a horse. I new since i was 12 that my parents had been planning on getting me a horse. I will also be looking for he father daugher dance that most all quinceaneras have. this will cost a lot of money but. i know my family loves me and is willing to spend whatever amount i will take. My dad m mom m sep parens and all of here families will be ehere so will my cousins. Everyone will be here to watch me urn from girlhood to womanhood. A quincenera is a lavish par includes man guest and is reall
“Shut up, Alec. Tessa, this is Alec, my pain in the ass cousin.” I waved as a way of greeting. Talking would just hurt too much right now.
For example, my photographer friend which gave my family five hundred-dollar discount, my godfather who paid for the DJ , my uncle from Florida who paid for the four layer cake, my uncle from New York who paid a limo ride, and my aunt from Florida who gave me tips and ideas what to have in a quinceañera. Which in fact helps myself since they were the ones who did their part. The hardest part out of all was to find a court and the centerpieces. My sister asks so much of so called friends to join the court many said, but cancel last minute or said they won't wear the things we are telling them to wear. We needed four girls and five boys for the waltz and the surprise dance. Two months passed and we couldn't find no one just one girl stick with us hoping she wouldn’t drop. I hire a dance instructor and needed to cancel four classes, but at last that girl convince some of her cousins to join the court and I ask some 12 year old to help a poor girl out. First practice it went crazy, the kids didn't want to pay attention to anyone and then second practice they did it again. I let those two practices slide, but I couldn't take it anymore and gave them all a speech if they really want to be here to take it seriously if not I will replace them and I won't be sorry. Since that day they respected the instructor and me more,nobody
September 2003 is a date that has impacted my life in various ways. Every person is a book in process, we have a beginning, make critical choices, have a climax, but with no wonder how it will completely end. When I was six years old, I didn’t realize I was going to start my American Dream. I was not aware that I was leaving my love ones, my best friend, and my house to live in a country where I knew and had nothing. Crossing the scorching deserts in the middle of the night, I had no idea my life was actually going to change for the better. Being brought from Mexico, I was directly enrolled in Pactolus Elementary School in North Carolina without any basic knowledge of the English language. As a new student, I was afraid to speak because I did not know
As the year passed me by it gave me time to think and time to realize that it did cost money to throw such a festivity and that it’s not as important as many traditional Latinos see it. All I really needed when I turned fifteen was my family and most of all my mother who raised me to be a reasonable, smart, mature woman. What I learned from this experience was that I didn’t need a big party to know that I made the rite of passage to become a woman; all I needed was those who were close to me, responsibility and
As always, Arindrel found the experience of stepping through a portal to be unpleasant. Unlike her kin, who crossed as easily as if they stepped through a doorway, she felt like nothing so much as a piece of flotsam tossed about by a storm. Her mind refused to let go of where she had been before, melding her sense of two disparate locations until she fell to her knees, her bones turned to jelly. She collapsed on the dirt, trying desperately to steady her spinning vision. To that end she focused her eyes on a small stone that lay before her eyes, staring hard until the dirt surrounding it began to stand still. As she came back to herself, she started to understand the garbled words of concern directed at her from someone standing nearby. A
. 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
"Happy Birthday", my mom screamed out and scared me the morning of June 9. But it was surprising and nice of her since she wished me before anyone else. It was my eighteen birthday and it was my day. While looking out the big windows in my room, I thought to myself, I will do what satisfies me today, but wasn't quite sure what? I didn’t receive any calls from my friends, or other relatives. Nobody was home either besides my mom with whom I can’t make plans because she got her own work to do. It depressed me because it seemed like this was going to be one boring eighteen birthday.