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It was an honor

Alondra (Notice the cakes in the heart behind her

When a teacher develops relationships with students, opportunities to be witness important events in students’ lives come along. I was there four years ago when Jordan Kippur became a man according to Jewish Law. And last night, I was there to celebrate Alondra Peralta turning 15 and making the transition from child to woman according to Mexican tradition. I feel honored to have been invited to both of these special events. Unfortunately, I missed Alondra’s mass, but I was there for the celebration with food and dance.
Celia, Alondra, Me, Daisy
Walking in, I had no idea what to expect as this was the first quinceanera. When Patti and I walked in, there were not many people there yet. We didn’t recognize anyone. And then the princess appeared followed by her ladies in waiting. The three girls transformed from the 8th graders I saw in the halls all year. I was welcomed with hugs. We took pictures and chatted for a bit before Patti and I found a table. Within no time, we were being served dinner. I am not sure what it was, but it was DELICIOUS! Even though Alondra was the princess, she was a gracious hostess who wanted to be sure I wanted for nothing. I asked her what happened during the celebration. “It’s like a wedding reception except I don’t have a groom.”
One of the dances.
Slowly the dance hall began to fill up. Children ran and played as they waited for the dancing. Some of the brave ones took a quick taste of the icing on the cakes. And then it was time for the dancing. Alondra, Celia, Daisy, and her other ladies in waiting had been practicing the dances for the last six months. Even though I didn’t understand any of the introductions or explanations of the dance (should have paid better attention in Spanish class), the language of dance came through loud and clear. It was beautiful. What an honor to be a part of such an important day in Alondra’s life! 

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