hutch times volume 27, number 1 · hutch times volume 27, number 1 written by hutch school...

hutch times october 2015

HUTCH TIMES Volume 27, Number 1

written by hutch school students, dedicated to our families, volunteers and supporters

HUTCH SCHOOL nurturing hearts and minds

Hutch School is a uniquely supportive learning environment for K-12 school-aged patients and family members who are temporarily living in Seattle while undergoing serious medical treatment at the Seattle Cancer Care Alliance, University of Washington Medical Center, and Seattle Children’s Hospital.

We believe that:

Hutch School is a place of hope, a place where kids can be kids, and a place where children feel safe and protected.

We recognize that children and families each follow their own path in coping with change, stress and uncertainty.

Because everyone is here due to a serious illness we treat each other with compassion and extra kindness.

Because everyone comes from someplace else, we celebrate diversity as a learning opportunity for everyone.

Our community of multi-age classes addresses individual academic needs and promotes group learning.

Seattle and the Pacific Northwest provide rich opportunities for integrated learning.

The school is a place of humor, fun and joy.

1100 Fairview Ave. N., H-SCHL Seattle, WA 98109-1024 206)667-1400 www.hutchschool.org

hutch school happenings


Issaquah Salmon Hatchery By Malayah, 7

th Grade, Washington

On October 15th, Hutch School went on a field trip to the salmon hatchery in Issaquah, Washington. It was really fun, because we got to see firsthand a lot of the things we have been learning about salmon in class. We got to see many different salmon species, in-cluding chinook and coho. We also observed female salmon digging up gravel to create their redds (salmon nests), while male salmon waited nearby to fertilize the eggs. My fa-vorite part of the field trip had to be seeing the three albino salmon with their white skin and freaky bright red eyes. After looking at the salmon in the creek, our docent took us inside the hatchery to see the process of fertilization. We got to watch how they do stuff with the eggs and how they weigh the salmon. If you would like to learn more about the hatchery, you should visit the website www.issaquahfish.org . You can ask questions, look at pictures, and learn more about how the hatchery is helping the salmon habitat. I hope we can visit another time soon.

Issaquah Salmon Hatchery

Salmon Hatchery Field Trip By Hailey, 3rd Grade, Washington Hutch School went to the salmon hatchery in Issaquah on October 15. We had a tour. I liked feeding the Coho salmon fry. We threw food in the gate. The fry jumped up out of the water to grab the food. They were one year old. We sang “happy birthday” to them. I learned fry are also called “Parr.” I wonder how long do salmon live?

Salmon Hatchery Field Trip By Kapua, 2nd Grade, Hawaii Hutch School went to the salmon hatch-ery in Issaquah on October 15. I liked seeing the baby salmon because I had never seen a salmon egg before. I learned that some salmon move in the water a lot. I wonder when the baby salmon grow older.

Salmon Hatchery Field Trip By Kamilah, Kindergarten, Hawaii Hutch School went to the salmon hatchery in Issaquah on October 15. I liked when we were feeding the fish. I learned to not touch anything in the egg room because it could hurt the eggs. I wonder how the salmon jump up the fish ladder.

http://www.issaquahfish.org

hutch school happenings


Tillicum Village By Jenny, 6th Grade, Washington Where can you experience the Native American culture, explore a fun island, and enjoy a delicious salmon dinner? If you guessed Tillicum Village, you’re correct! Last spring, Hutch School students took a ferry to Blake Island. That’s where Tillicum Village is locat-ed, in case you were wondering. When I heard my teacher tell us we were going on a boat for this field trip, I was happy and excited. When we got on the ferry, we could see that there were going to be a lot of adults and kids on the boat. After a little while on the boat, a small group of actors came out to perform a Native American myth about a raven. The play lasted about 30 minutes. It was fun and I think that every kid on the boat liked the show. I would actually say it was fantastic! I liked it so much because I always like to learn new things and this play taught me about Native American culture. When the boat ride was over and we made it to the island, we saw a huge house. When we went inside the house it was pretty cool. Right after we sat down we had lunch, and it was really delicious. We ate salmon and other food like mac and cheese, plus mixed fruits and a chocolate chip cookie. It was an amazing lunch! I think that was my very best lunch this year. After the performance we explored Blake Island. It was a beautiful day so the first thing we did was walk quickly to the beach. After taking a bunch of pictures and throwing skippers, we returned to the boat and made it back to Seattle. The next time you’re in Seattle be sure to visit Tillicum Village. You won’t regret it!

Moments Captured


Hutch School Summer Camp!

Moments Captured


Hutch School

Day of

Caring

Creating quilt

squares with the

Arnold Guild

Moments Captured


Visit to the Issaquah

Salmon Hatchery!

student voices


HOOP DREAMS By Sam, 6


There once was a man named Franklin C. Johnson. He was a legendary

playground basketball player. He started playing basketball when he was 9 years old and no one that ever tried could beat him. He is now 22 and lives in Chicago in the basement of his aunt and uncle’s house. Franklin only had a BMX bike for transportation because he did not have enough money for a car. He was so poor because instead of going to college to get a good job Franklin thought he could get into the NBA but years have passed and Franklin still has not gotten accepted in the NBA.

Franklin also had a dark brown pit bull named Chop, who joined Franklin on his daily trip

through Chicago to the playground basketball court. When Franklin and Chop got to the basketball court, Franklin would play game after game. One afternoon, Franklin finished his last game and was getting ready to return home when a well-dressed man with cleanly-shaven head approached. “Hello, I’m Michael. I used to play for the Chicago Bulls. The Bulls are looking for some new talent, so if you’re interested call this number,” he explained, handing him his business card.

“Umm, thank you,” Franklin muttered, sitting down on a bench and too stunned to know what

to say. He had just met the best NBA player of all time! As soon as he got home, Franklin called the number to find out about tryouts. There were

tryouts at the end of the week and he could hardly wait. In the first part of the tryout he went one-on-

one against three different players. Each time he won easily. The biggest challenge was at the end of

the tryout when he had to go up against a player nicknamed “The Giant”, a 7-footer who weighed 350

pounds! The game started and Franklin just couldn’t guard him. At the start of the 4th quarter, the

score was 45-28, the Giant ahead. Once Franklin found The Giant’s weakness (he couldn’t dribble

with his left hand), Franklin guarded only his right hand and stole the ball almost every time. With just

5 seconds left in the 4th quarter and the score is 47-46, Franklin was down by one. Franklin took one

last shot and the ball ended in the basket with a swish! Franklin won the game and was drafted by the

Bulls that spring! Franklin retired 10 years later, a legend of the NBA, though he never became as

good as Michael Jordan, it’s still a dream accomplished.

Earthy By Karina, 2

nd Grade, Hawaii

Earthy like a colorful rose Earthy like a wonderful garden Earthy is ours Earthy like a pumpkin patch Earthy like a butterfly flying Earthy like the green grass in the forest Earthy like dirt around a tomato

Proud By Spencer, 3

rd Grade, Washington

Proud like a strong rock in the ocean Proud like an eight year old boy skiing down White Pass Proud like a football moving between me and my Dad Proud like a great reader of chapter books

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The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane By Lynnea, 5th Grade, Alaska

If you like action, adventure, drama, and thrills galore, then you’re in for a treat! This

thrilling adventure takes place in a house on Egypt Street. Inside lives a girl, her parents,

grandmother, and a three-foot tall China rabbit named Edward Tulane, who happens to be

the main character. He’s pretty arrogant for a hare. He cares only for himself, and doesn’t

even put effort into loving his caretaker, Abilene, and for that he suffers the terrible curse

that awaits him. Soon enough he realizes that he has been blind to the answers. These

answers are also available to you, so be sure to visit and library or bookstore and pick up a

copy of Kate DiMillo’s excellent book!

BIO POEM By Josephine, 8th grade , Washington I, Josephine A girl, adventurous , energetic , and faithful Daughter of Tuaula Kelemene Sivaivai Lover of surprising projects, food, and rugby Who feels compassion, sympathy, and joyfulness Who needs Mason, food, and family Who fears spiders, dark nights alone, and clowns Who would like to see America Sa-moa, Dwayne Johnson, and Superwoman the YouTuber Am a resident of Washington Welcome to my poem

I Am By Diego, 4th Grade, Washington I am the light who guides everyone through the journey of wisdom. I am the chill of a cold winter day. I am the guitar who makes the sound of peace. I am the hawk who flies in the swift of wind. I am the salmon who finished its jour-ney to spawn. I am the love and holy spirit of life. I am the speed of light that never stops dreaming. I am who cares, worships, and enjoys life on Earth. I am the wolf that never stops fighting for what’s right.

Seattle Seahawks Corner By Diego, 4th Grade, Washington

Our Seahawks haven’t had such a good season so far. Marshawn Lynch is out with a hamstring injury. Russell Wilson hasn’t been concentrating like he did last year. And what’s up with Jimmy Graham?

The Seahawks have started the season with a 2-3 record. The defense has not act-

ed like the best defense in the NFL. Richard Sherman has gotten too many penalties, and

has not been acting like the best cornerback in the NFL. As a repeat Super Bowl team, it’s

just been too hard. Earning wins against pathetic teams like the Chicago Bears and Detroit

Lions is not an accomplishment. An accomplishment is beating undefeated Carolina Pan-

thers. That should be followed by an easy win in Week 7 against the San Francisco 49ers,

and then probably barely holding on against Jason Witten’s Dallas Cowboys in Week 8.

And there you have it, your recap of the Seattle Seahawks. Thank you for reading. GO

HAWKS!

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The Salmon Life Cycle By Kori, 7


“Let me out of here!” I yelled. I was in a pod like object, about a quarter of an inch thick and I couldn’t get out. I had been trapped in there for about eight weeks now, trying to get out every single one of those days, without success! I grew restless and I didn’t think I could take it anymore, when all of a sudden I emerged from the egg.

I swam all around, excited, until I realized I was trapped again in a bigger, darker, space. It was a redd. Then all of a sudden a bright orange thing came up to me. “What are you?” I asked. “I’m the same thing as you, an alevin. We’re all very small and in about three months we’ll be out of here, but for now we’re trapped here in this redd with thousands of other alevin,” a smart alevin in-formed me.

“What’s a redd, and what’s that orange thing on everyone’s stomach?” I asked curiously.

“First of all, we’re in a redd right now – it’s like a nest for salmon. Second of all, that orange pouch on everyone’s stomach is called a yolksac. That’s our lunchbox for the next fourteen to thirty days, while we’re down here”, the smart alevin explained.

It made me feel better that I knew I wouldn’t starve to death! The next twenty days went by in a blur. Finally, the time came when we all swam out of the gravel. It was a whole new world. It was so much brighter now that I was out of the redd and swimming freely in the river. It took me awhile to get used to it. I was very small still—just an inch long–and I wondered what a little fry like me was going to eat. That’s when I saw the small plankton and insects around this log and instinctively knew that was the nourishment I would need to grow into a strong, healthy smolt. I noticed, when I was eating, that I and other fry were silver and had black stripes on our backs. Initially, I wondered why we had black stripes, but then I saw a little insect trying to hide from me, and I just knew it was for camouflage. Later, as I grew into a smolt, I didn’t have those black stripes anymore, I was just silver. I was also much bigger, approximately five inches long. I headed downstream, towards an estuary, to prepare for salt water. As I prepared to go into salt water, my lungs changed and I grew in size. From there I grew to be an adult. Then I spent the next four and a half years in sea. I could have spent up to five years but I decided not to. During that time I ate whatever I could and grew rapidly. I went on a seri-ous binge, eating all sorts of smaller fish. My instincts eventually told me it was now time to return home to spawn. I went back to my home by using my sense of smell. It was a long and treacherous journey. To conserve energy I stopped eating, and my immune sys-tem shut down as I returned to fresh water (remember that I am an anadromous fish). At last, I reached my spawning bed that I’ve been trying to dig for a day now, while fending off other female spawners who want to take my redd because they are lazy. I remember long ago when I was just an alevin and staying in my redd. Now I‘m at the end of my life cycle. After I lay my eggs I’ll die and be food for some other animal. I can’t believe I‘ve made it this far. Truly, I’m one of the lucky ones though. Approximately two salmon out of 4,000 eggs make it back to spawn, for we have many pred-ators, such as sharks, birds, and whales. Suddenly, a male salmon came up to me. It was time to lay my eggs and for him to cover them in milt (a white milky substance). Finally, I started laying my eggs in the redd and at the same time the male covered them in his milt. Then I covered the redd, using gravel to protect my eggs. It is my time to go. I’m leaving these eggs, hoping that they will come to be like me, a spawner, for they are the only thing left of me. My journey has now ended but don’t weep for me as this is my destiny.

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Imagining and Expressing By Ximena, 8th Grade, Washington

I draw because I can express what I feel. I really like

to draw characters from the books I am reading. If I’m draw-ing a character I can show what their expression is based on how their feelings are described in the book. I read the de-scription of the characters and how they look and I try to im-agine them and draw them. I’ve read the Percy Jackson se-ries by Rick Riordan and now I’m reading the continuation of that series called “The Heroes of Olympus”. New characters pop in to the stories so I’ve drawn them according to the de-scription in the book. For example, in writing there may be a description that says “golden eyes”, “baby face”, or “curly cin-namon brown hair” and it’s fun trying to bring those charac-ters to life.

I also like to draw objects that are associated with a character like the God of the

Sea. He uses a trident under the water and he can turn in to human form when he uses the trident for that power. I will draw that object to represent him.

Drawing while I am reading is fun. It makes the parts of the book when characters

are being described interesting because I am thinking about what that would look like in my drawing. While I love to draw real people and try to catch their expressions, I like the chal-lenge of trying to imagine characters and their expressions to create my own images.

A Mysterious Bag By Izabella, 4th Grade, Washington One crisp fall morning, I was walking down the street on my way to school with my friends Maya, Johnny and Cory. We were talking about the big test on Egypt and how bad our grades would be. Maya was the only one who studied. Suddenly I crash into something. “It’s a trash bag,” yells Cory. “No it’s not! It has writing on it!” I scream back. “Maya, do you know what it says?” I ask, knowing that I can always depend on her knowing nerdy facts about everything. (Sometimes those facts are not needed.) “It’s Egyptian,” she says “It says, do not open, or… (Maya hesitates, not wanting to scare an-yone) man will pay.” “Let’s open it!” says Jonny excitedly. “Did you not hear the part DO NOT OPEN OR MAN WILL PAY!” I exclaim. “Who cares about that part, it’s probably the answers to the test!” Jonny shouts impatiently. “I never thought of that,” I reply, opening the bag slowly . . .

TO BE CONTINUED!

Art by Ximena

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Thank You, Ma’am (10 Years Later) By Jaylynn, 6th Grade, Washington

Langston Hughes’ “Thank You Ma’am” is a story of a young teen, Roger, who tried to steal a woman’s purse, but surprisingly the woman didn’t call the police to have him arrested. Instead, Ms. Luella Bates Washington Jones took care of him, treating him like her own son. This is my version of what happened when they met again, 10 years later.

It was Mother’s Day and Roger and his family, which included his adorable little girl and his smart, beautiful wife, went for a short walk around the city for Mother’s Day. It was a sunny and breezy day in New York. Roger found himself and his family walking on the same sidewalk where as a young boy he tried to steal a purse from Ms. Luella Bates Washington Jones.

Now, in the distance, he saw a very old lady holding the very same purse that he tried to steal when he was younger. It was Ms. Jones. He ran up to her and helped her walk down the street. As she started to stumble, he was there to assist her. Roger’s wife was really confused by all of this, but she could all hear the rumbling little noises coming from her stom-ach so she could tell she was hungry. “Who is this lady?” Roger’s wife asked.

“A lady who used to take care of me,” Roger replied. Roger took Ms. Jones home to his house. The little girl instantly loved Ms. Jones.

Before long, Ms. Jones saw the very same blue suede shoes that she bought for Roger ten years ago. Roger and his wife fed and took care of Ms. Jones just like she did with Roger years ago. It was getting late so they led her to the door.

As she was leaving the house Roger said, “Thank you, ma’am, for letting us repay you for all that you have done for me.”

She smiled and simply said, “No, thank you, sir.”

Mysterious By Eli, 2

nd Grade, Washington

Mysterious as a proud shining sun Mysterious as a raging wolf Mysterious as a sky-dressed sea Mysterious as a star-coated sky Mysterious as a tin foil moon Mysterious as a gold pencil Mysterious as my hometown courthouse, where no one works Mysterious as the color purple Mysterious as a dotted panda Mysterious

I Am

By Lynnea, 5th Grade, Alaska

I am the crisp dusk air that folds over you

at night.

I am the wind flowing through cherry

trees in your backyard.

I am the roaring wave of the crashing

tsunami on the shore.

I am the abandoned mill down the street.

I am the sun in the moon in which you

cherish.

I am the notes on the piano at the music

store.

I am the apples falling off the big apple

tree in the park.

I am a tall grass behind the porch.

I am the last leaf on the dying tree in the

middle of the swap.

I am every last koi in the pond

I am the one creaky step in the stairs.

I was I was everything until I was born.

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Holes Book Review By Sophia, 5th Grade, Pennsylvania Stanley Yelnats and his family are under a huge curse! Stanley gets arrested for stealing a pair of shoes that he didn’t even steal! Then he goes to court and has the decision to either go to jail or Camp Green Lake. Stanley comes from a very poor family, so they never could afford for Stanley to go to camp. So Stanley chose to go to Camp Green Lake, thinking it would be a fun place, just like camp. As it turns out, Stanley is sent to Camp Green Lake to dig holes! Stanley tries to escape one day and gets attacked by more than one yellow-spotted lizard! That’s when the excitement really happens! My favorite moment in this book is when Zero, one of Stanley’s friends at Camp Green Lake, ran away and Stanley went to go save him. Stanley tried to steal the water truck, but he didn’t have his license and had never driven a truck before. It’s not a surprise that Stanley drove the truck right into a giant hole! Stanley was trying to get the truck out of the hole, but it wouldn’t work. Stanley quickly got out of the truck and started running be-fore Mr. Sir, a counselor that acts more like a tough guard, could catch him. If I could be any character from this book I would be Zero because he has a little bit of my personality (he is very quiet like me). Plus, Zero is the fastest one to dig holes.

It’s More Than Just Pompoms and a Smile By Dymond, 8th Grade, Washington

Although I am not so good at it, cheerleading is a really big deal to me. I love it for

many reasons. One thing that I like about cheering is that it’s a big workout. Every practice includes exercising and I love exercising. I also love the bond that my teammates and I have; it feels as if we treat each other like family. Getting to know people that you work with for a long time is really good because you can turn to them when you are having a bad day. As a team, we support each other when we are nervous, and we learn from each other.

While I am cheering I am in a good and peaceful mindset. In most cases we are able to cooperate as a team and learn at the same time. This is great for future experienc-es when I may need to use teamwork. My team did a lot of fundraising to raise money for different things we were doing, as well as for uniforms so that everyone on the team could afford one.

Meeting and getting to know people is something I enjoy and that’s a part of cheer-ing as well. My team made a really good impact in the community, as well as in our school. We helped if we saw bullying, counseled students that attended our school, and made cards and pies for people who helped us. We also held special events for the people who helped us throughout the fundraising process.

There are not really rules to being a cheerleader but it is really important for me that we are having fun doing what we do and being passionate about it.

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K-12 Experience By Reilly Wentz, 12th Grade, Washington It’s my senior year of high school and I eat lunch and go to recess with kindergarteners. Being raised in a K-12 school this isn’t as weird as it sounds. For someone who goes to a typical or traditional school, this might feel like something out of The Twilight Zone. For me this is how school should be. When I arrived at Hutch School the K-12 environment was not new to me. For most high school kids in the high school classroom it is a shock. It’s an experience I wouldn’t trade for the world. I started at Mary M. Knight School in preschool and stayed at the school. I attended classes there until my eleventh grade year. Mary M. Knight is a pre-k through 12th grade school and after many years there I thought I would try a bigger school. I thought it would get me ready for college. Although I met some amazing people and could appreciate the bigger high school experiences, looking back on it I realize I was miserable. Shelton High School had huge class sizes and everyone moved when the schedule demanded it. I barely knew the teachers. The huge class sizes made it difficult to ask questions and focus on the lessons. Shelton High had easily thirty kids in one class. It was difficult for me to ask questions and really understand what the teacher was talking about. My grades declined greatly. In the bigger school I found it was easier to get lost and easier to feel alone. I didn’t make many friends because I’ve never been a new kid. Although my experience at Shelton High may have been different from another student trying a new school because my dad was also diagnosed that year. The stress of taking care of dad and being in a huge school just wasn’t something I could juggle. The second semester of my 11Th grade year I went back to Mary M. Knight and I was a lot happier. I returned to tiny classes where teachers knew the students. My biggest my class was maybe twenty students and I’ve known all the teachers all my life. When I returned I went back to a place where I felt the sense of community. This summer I had to move to Seattle with my dad to stay for his treatment. I was terrified, I didn’t know about the Hutch School yet. I thought I would have to go to Seattle’s public schools which are even bigger than Shelton High School while being my dad’s caregiver at the same time. I was also worried because it’s my senior year and I was scared I would fall behind. Going to the Hutch School has been an amazing experience. Everybody is here for the same reason and everybody is super kind. At Mary M. Knight and Shelton High I felt a little alienated because of my situation but here everybody understands. I had nothing to fear, this place is great! The classes are super tiny like MMK so I don’t feel so out of place and it’s a K-12 like I’m used to and bonus, I live in the Pete Gross House so the school is right downstairs!

Wonderful By Ellanor, 2

nd Grade, Washington

Wonderful like my Mom and Dad Wonderful like the bright moonlight Wonderful like chocolate chip cookies or Frosting cookies with sparkles Wonderful like hip hop dancing and wrestling Wonderful like soccer and basketball

Orange By Tommy, 3

rd Grade, Washington

Orange like the walls in the big room Orange like leaves on the ground near the school Orange like gold fish crackers and Dorritos Orange like a round pumpkin on a balcony Orange like Jill’s shirt Orange like the pencils, writing stories

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Hot Pink By Lucie, Kindergarten, Yakima Hot Pink like moonlight Hot pink like a peppermint lollipop Hot pink like flowers in a secret garden Pink fun flower in my hair Pink love heart special Pink love and care

Healthy By Everett, Kindergarten, Washington Healthy as a boy running fast in his backyard Healthy as a boy jumping over a big branch and into a deep dark hole (with a flashlight) Healthy as a boy jogging on a smooth wide path around a deep pond Healthy as a boy fishing on a thunder jet boat Under a stormy red sky

Pink By Elijah, Kindergarten, Washington Pink cotton candy Pink Easter egg Pink like strawberry ice cream Pink bookcase Pink bird

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