Consultant Showcase

Our Work

In the Saline Writing Center, we are committed to building a strong community between consultants AND those who submit to us. Thus, below is a continuously changing display of our work, for you to get to know US as YOUR Consultants!

Aly Broekhizen - Senior - Poem

When I was little, I dreamed of the day,

I’d grow up, and things would go my way.

No more bedtimes, no more rules,

just freedom, friends, and life after school

I wished to be sixteen so bad,

thinking it would fix the things I never had.

Freedom, cars, and late-night calls,

I couldn’t wait to be done with dolls.

But now I’m here, and it’s not the same,

Life feels more like a careful game.

School means stress and endless tests,

and sleep feels like a second best.

School feels heavier, days move fast,

and childhood fades too quick to last

I miss the days of muddy shoes,

of picking which crayon I’d choose.

When laughter came without a plan,

and joy was holding someone’s hand.

If I could go back, I think I would,

To that small house, that neighborhood.

Where the biggest worry I ever knew,

was if my friend could come play too.

When I was six, I wanted sixteen

now I see what those years mean.

The days I rushed, the times I sped—

I wish I’d slowed and played instead.

Because life moves fast, and it never waits,

for anyone to grow at their own rate.

Ava Spitler - Senior - Creative Writing

The wind tussles a brown-colored leaf as it gently sways through the air, drifting down, down, down. It lands on a pile of its fallen relatives. A rake passes through, pulling them all toward the now-faded, brown grass. The wind is brisk and fresh, and the scent of cinnamon rushes into the noses of those who step inside the red barn, where apple cider and donuts await. The longer days and earlier nights mark the season when we all love to become something we're not. Dressing up like creatures from other worlds, we play our part in this movie called Halloween. On October 31st, candy is passed out, and lone buckets on softly lit porches test the honor of those who approach—each bucket filled with chocolate goodness. As the night wears on, lights turn off one by one. People begin to walk home, and the leftover candy sits in the buckets until its owners retrieve it in the morning.