Shakespeare in My Pocket

Walking into the gym

Excitement filled my heart.

The lights kind of dim

I knew it from the start.

I was going to have fun

Not knowing what to expect.

My mind started to run

Looking at them, their faces exact.

Smiling I walked up to the circle

Finding my place between two people.

 I looked at Steve, his eyes looked purple

Then over to Mike, his nose like a steeple.

They both saw me, and smiled

My heart always jumped when they did.

Steve's strong voice spoke "We are starting mild

Just until you guys get the hang of it" he said.

The workshop ended soon

And we all went back to class.

I remember the whole weekend with them

Tears fill my eyes as I remember the good times.

Looking back I remember I kept the script with me always

Keeping it with me the whole time, like a memory locket.

I will forever remember and hope to see them again some day

And never forget the weekend with Shakespeare in my pocket.    

Good Guys and Bad Guys

I think that Max had a hard time picking which is good, and which is bad because they are all his friends.  Also, metaphorically because they are his feelings, and he has felt all of them, and they area each a part of his life.  Other films such as Lord of the Rings  portray the bad guys as faceless, emotionless, inhuman characters like demons.  Unlike the good guys which are more like Kings and Gods.  So in result the viewers have no question which is good and which is bad because you can tell the difference just by looking at them.  The wild things are not like this though.  They are more alike.  The real difference between the wild things is their voices.  You can tell the difference between the good emotions and the not so good emotions by hearing them talk.  Personally I like the way the author of Lord of the Rings portrayed the good, and bad guys other than the way the author of the wild things did.