For many, a rite of passage may be a bat/bar mitzvah, a confirmation, or a quinceañera. And although I had a confirmation, it did not change me or my life. At my confirmation I did not find myself to be suddenly enlightened, mature, or magically find the meaning of life. I did not change at all. I kept on living in the same way as before. But getting my license, now that is another story.
The day I got my license was the same as any other except for the whole me having to wake up early and heading to Simi part of course. After my alarm went off I got dressed and my dad drove me to the DMV. When we got off the freeway my dad and I switched so I could get in some last minute driving practice. It had taken me a lot of time to convince my parents to let me take the test and when I was finally there I was psyched! I didn’t take the test that day because my taillight was out, but when I did take the test I passed. I actually did well, and I finally had my license! And unlike my confirmation, my life changed. Having a car and my license meant freedom. I could finally go places without my mom busing me around, and this really changed how I could live my life. So when it comes down to it, getting my license was my version of a rite of passage.
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