Two days before the event, you begin to dance around, run around, walk around, dance around, run around, walk around. Slowly the crowd picks up in numbers behind you. The rules dictate that you cannot be sedated for the cut, so one can only assume that the dancing is to numb you with exhaustion.
There are no speeches. The circumcisions begin immediately.
The moment of truth... was I man enough to confess that I am not actually a man in his eyes?