Am I a Man Yet The day had come when I thought my life was going to change. Something that morning made me feel as if this day was going to make a big impact on my life. It was the day of my bar-mitzvah. The day I was looking forward to for quite a while had arrived. It was a climax in my life; the day I would turn into a man. It was a Saturday morning in March, and New York City was filled with life, making my bar-mitzvah day a pleasure.
The sky was blue, trees were blooming and everyone was out enjoying the day. My family and I got up early to get ready for the big day ahead. Since we were still early and it was a beautiful day we decided to walk to the synagogue which was only a 10 minute walk. As we walked to our synagogue in Gramercy Park, thoughts kept crossing my mind as to how I would feel in a few hours as a Man. We arrived at the synagogue and I was starting to get nervous.
My hands felt sweaty and my heart sped up a few paces. I just wanted to get it over with. Grayson 2 As the ceremony started, I looked around the room and saw all my family and friends right there with me on my journey to adulthood. It was a warm feeling to know how many people cared to share this special day with me. The passage I read from the Torah was about life which made me wonder again when my own life was going to change into one of a man. The ceremony continued, and I read some prayers from a prayer book, but I still didn t feel any change in my life.
As the ceremony came to an end, I was given a blessing by the rabbi and congratulated. I was so surprised that it was over because I still felt like a kid. This was the first of many congratulations I received that day. At the end of the ceremony my family, friends, and I all walked across Gramercy Park to the Gramercy Park Hotel where we had the reception.
Bells sang and lights danced in colour, emotion radiated from the electric glow. I stared at the wall, shadows bounced in each direction, fighting to escape the chains of the cold concrete. Christmas. Didn’t feel much like it. With my parents at work all the tradition and delicate planning fell through the cracks, leaving me playing babysitter for the night. As I looked out the window, snow ...
I still could not understand why I still felt like a kid. As the reception went on I was congratulate and then asked, So, how does it feel to be a man I wanted to say Just like yesterday, but I told them what they were expecting, Great! The reception was lots of fun with music, dancing, food and open bar, but by the end of the reception I had almost given up on being a man. I was wondering if I might have done something wrong. When I got home I was tired from a long day and I opened all my presents and then got into bed.
I thought about being a man for the last time that day. I figured that maybe the change happens overnight. So I went to sleep, and the next Grayson 3 morning I woke up in the same body, thinking the same thing, When My parents still treated me the same, and I was still in junior high school. From then on I gave up on the expectations of being a man. As I look back on my bar-mitzvah now, I see the miracle of becoming a man happens from within. My bar-mitzvah was the day I started my long journey to adulthood over the years that followed.
Through the years following my bar-mitzvah, I have noticed changes in my thoughts, level of responsibility, and manner of handling different situations. My bar-mitzvah was only the beginning of new responsibilities and a new way of thinking.