Walking into Hemlock Creek Elementary School, I get a feeling that I do not feel at any other school. I was able to attend this school the first two years after it was built. A great number of memories have been made here by the kids heading to school. The children are kind and greet you every day. During the summer, a lot of additions were being made to this somewhat new school by Miron Construction. They were adding a new gym and many new classrooms because the school was expanding quickly. It previously stood in a field surrounded by dirt, however, it is now surrounded by new homes. Near the parking lot is a fountain that continually runs in the fall and spring. The homes nearby have or will soon have children that hop on their bikes
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Lynn,” a soft voice said every morning as Wyatt gave Mrs. Lynn, the kindergarten teacher, a hug. Wyatt is a short and skinny boy with his head always hanging down. He has a disability where his vision is not the best and was not connected properly in his brain. It took Wyatt a longer time to process directions and his work needed to be enlarged. A smile never left Wyatt’s face when he was at school. His manners were better than most kindergarteners and was nice to everyone. Wyatt was as sweet as cherry pie, but not many of the children knew because they all looked at him as being different.
Mrs. B, Wyatt’s aid from 4K, was with him every day as they traveled to classrooms. Mrs. B, a middle aged women, tall and thin, was always so patient, calm and knew exactly how to handle Wyatt. She treated Wyatt how she would treat any other student. He was treated just like the rest of the children, like he wasn’t different at all.
As most children arrived each morning, they started to play. They grabbed their nametags and headed for the toys. Wyatt arrived, worked on his letters with Mrs. B, and then played. Mrs. Lynn has a pink spiky ball that Wyatt loved. Every morning after doing his letters, he would ask me, “Miss Abby, can we play catch
Lynn,” a soft voice said every morning as Wyatt gave Mrs. Lynn, the kindergarten teacher, a hug. Wyatt is a short and skinny boy with his head always hanging down. He has a disability where his vision is not the best and was not connected properly in his brain. It took Wyatt a longer time to process directions and his work needed to be enlarged. A smile never left Wyatt’s face when he was at school. His manners were better than most kindergarteners and was nice to everyone. Wyatt was as sweet as cherry pie, but not many of the children knew because they all looked at him as being different.
Mrs. B, Wyatt’s aid from 4K, was with him every day as they traveled to classrooms. Mrs. B, a middle aged women, tall and thin, was always so patient, calm and knew exactly how to handle Wyatt. She treated Wyatt how she would treat any other student. He was treated just like the rest of the children, like he wasn’t different at all.
As most children arrived each morning, they started to play. They grabbed their nametags and headed for the toys. Wyatt arrived, worked on his letters with Mrs. B, and then played. Mrs. Lynn has a pink spiky ball that Wyatt loved. Every morning after doing his letters, he would ask me, “Miss Abby, can we play catch