....Here, in Vermont nestled in the remote town of Hempstead was a building like no other. Where most towns are a collection of buildings, to form a community. In this town, it is a building, that lures people to it.
A warm breeze blew as the trees were starting their change from green to orange. The summer was over and the fall quarter of school began. The buses loaded up the students from their homes, their loved ones waving good bye. The parking lot behind the old renovated building started to gather faculty and staff alike. The first of the school buses dropping off the students. The halls slowly filling with the voices of young and old. The lockers along the wall shone with a fresh coat of paint. While over head the flicker of florescent lights shone overhead. Here was Hempstead high school. A building like no other.
A warm breeze blew as the trees were starting their change from green to orange. The summer was over and the fall quarter of school began. The buses loaded up the students from their homes, their loved ones waving good bye. The parking lot behind the old renovated building started to gather faculty and staff alike. The first of the school buses dropping off the students. The halls slowly filling with the voices of young and old. The lockers along the wall shone with a fresh coat of paint. While over head the flicker of florescent lights shone overhead. Here was Hempstead high school. A building like no other.
