Rites of Passage

aidan, I remember doing the same thing on a jungle gym in grade school. Those things were dangerous.

Next phase was daring to get on a ferris wheel at the carnival. I recall the thing stopping while my seat was at the top. I closed my eyes and clung to the bar hoping the operator would hurry up and get me down from there.

i was about 7 years old when i had my first taste of "operating" an automobile .
my dad's company had just purchased a "three-wheeler" and i was allowed to ride along with the driver during the summer vacation .
my "operational" responsibilities were to activate the directional "flippers" and the windshield-wipers - i was proud as punch - and hooked forever !
hbg

When I was in the eighth grade, I was the kid who stayed by himself. I contributed nothing and spoke to no one unless spoken to first. Naturally, I only participated in sports during PE class, and usually in a token position. One day we played baseball. I don't recall my field station, but, when we came up to bat, I stepped up to the mound when it came my turn. The pitcher, brimming with confidence, zinged a strike across the plate. A bystander said, "AW, let 'im hit it." The pitcher ignored the plea. He had mayhem in his eye as he lobbed a fast ball in. To everyone's amazement, I smacked that sucker deep into center field and had a third base run. It was the one highlight in my junior high school sports career: the day I made them respect me for something.

Carrying the tent. Drinking beer.

That's about it.

Interesting that we, who live with a culture that does not highly formal rites of passage (rituals of change) from one social identity to another--like barmitzvah (sp?), can identify relatively INFORMAL and personal ones (e.g. driving a car, first sex experience, college degrees, first haircut, long pants, etc.).

Interesting that we, who live with a culture that does not have highly formal rites of passage (rituals of change) from one social identity to another--like barmitzvah (sp?), can identify relatively INFORMAL and personal ones (e.g. driving a car, first sex experience, college degrees, first haircut, long pants, etc.).

Well, there used to be a few rites of passage. When there was a draft, going in to the peacetime Army was one. Also, for boys there was often the Boy Scouts; girls had the Girl Scouts. In cities, using the public transportation alone was another.

I am guessing that many young people today just move along, from grade to grade, and rites of passage might not even be in the lexicon?

I am guessing that if this was researched, rites of passage may be an obsolete concept for the mainstream U.S. society? It almost sounds like something that might only still be part of some subcultures, but not mainstream. Or, possibly part of some ethnic cultures that are in the U.S.?

Where are the sociologists, when one needs one? (Was the "S" on Superman's outfit really for Sociologist? He did always seem to understand a situation.)

Ah, a boy and his wheels. Yep, hbg, that is one ritual that is a must in a man's life.

JL, welcome back. We are not exactly talking about formal rites and rituals, buddy, and the individual expectations count just the same. but thanks for the reminder.

For those of you who might want to know, here is a review of Margaret Mead's Coming of Age in Samoa.

http://www.age-of-the-sage.org/scientist/margaret_mead.html

patiodog, one small act can create a change, buddy.

edgar, that success with a bat did make you feel more worthy, right?

foofie, hope the replies clear up your questions. Thanks for the response

It is amazing how sports can make for a level playing field in more then one way.

My father would kind of do the same thing with me when I was little and driving. He would place me on his lap and let me "steer" the car. Of course I thought I was the one navigating the truck, but it was really his hands doing the work. It never failed though, that when we got to where we were going, proud as I could be, I thought I had gotten everyone there with my great driving abilities.

Where there's a wheel, there's a way, seed.

Among the American Indians ,one wasn't considered a man until they could withstand pain. Check out "A Man Called Horse."

I just had another rite of passage - I beat my friend Justin at scrabble - by only four points granted - but I WON! And he's really, really good - we've been playing for about 18 months now and I started out losing by 40 to 50 points and then I'd lose by 20 and then by 10- but I ALWAYS lost and I won the other day.

I said, 'You felt sorry for me - you let me win- didn't you?'

He swears not...