"And when he came to the place where the wild things are they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws."
             Throughout life, a person makes very significant changes. Within the first five years of life, a child has learned to walk, talk, and eat all by herself. Later there's marriage, children of her own, and eventually growing old. Right now, all of my energy is spent focusing on my next big transition: moving away from home. Most teenagers look forward to this date with great anticipation and excitement. I, on the other hand, loathe it. Moving on, a thought that terrifies me, means making it on my own. In the book Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak, I re-discovered an incredibly valuable lesson: no matter how far I roam, of how long I'm gone, it will always be my home, and I will always be welcomed.
             Beyond my safe-harbor home, though, I know there's a world much like the one Max imagines. There, among the flat, stereotypical figures of society I will stand out in all my three--dementional glory. I plan to go and tame the monsters by revealing my inner strengths. I will be an example, a leader, to those around me, by working hard, and preparing for what lies ahead. I will also continue doing what I love the most, composing and performing on the piano.
             If I happen upon a world of dorms and parties, textbooks and beer kegs, there where the wild things are, I will be okay. I have high morals and integrity. Their 'gnashing teeth and rolling eyes' won't tempt me. Perhaps, ironically, they'll call me the wildest thing of all.
             Maybe they'll see in me someone much like they'd want to be: a person that they can rely on, an invariable role model. And I don't plan on letting them down. I have the fortitude to make it through all the way to the end.
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