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Wednesday, 12 February 2014
Mathletes Challenge 2014
The fifth and sixth classes of our school have been working very hard on Khan Academy this term. Our school currently have almost five million points! Our class have worked up a total of 1.37 million points.
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We're like a bunch of Einsteins!
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We're like a bunch of Einsteins!
Valentines Poems
We have been busy writing Valentines poems. Here are some examples.
I’ve been asked to write a poem about Valentines Day
I guess it such a big silly old day
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I’ve been asked to write a poem about Valentines Day
But to be totally honest I have not a clue what to say.
It seems like an awful big fuss.
Hearts, chocolate ,
flowers and all that that stuff.
I guess it such a big silly old day
So really I have nothing to say
By Donnacha
On Valentines Day people get kissed
It happens all the time.
Donnacha and Paul havn't a chance
But I know that Ill get mine.
Chocolates, flowers, cards with rhymes
All come in the post.
Donnacha or Paul might get one
But I'm sure Ill get the most
By Tomas
V is for valuable
A is for apple of my eye
L is for love
E is for earth moving moment
N is for notes (love notes)
T is for tunnel of love
I is for incredible
N is for never ending
E is for espresso for 2
S is for special
D is for dancing
A is for always
Y is for yippee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By Naoise
You say without me,
You'd rather die
Will I be your Valentine
'' Ok when pigs fly ''
I need to find love
I wont on a GPS
So who sent me this Valentine?
I'll never guess
By Kacper
I see you walking across the room
my eyes light up and my heart goes boom!
You do not know I secretly stare
I'm just around the corner
BEWARE!!!
By James
love is in the air
will you be my valentine
i give you a rose
by Cathal G
There Once Was A Girl Called Molly,
Who Used To Make Me Feel Jolly!
Then One Fine Summers Day
In The Middle Of May
She Thought I Was Joe Brolly!
By Cathal Cosgrave
I Once Asked A Girl
Will You Be Mine
This Valentine
She Just Said
I Don't Know It'll Take Time
It's Been Three years
I Have Eaten Three Deers
But She till Hasn't Replied
By: Awais Kirni
love is in the air
will you be my valentine
i give you a rose
by Cathal G
There Once Was A Girl Called Molly,
Who Used To Make Me Feel Jolly!
Then One Fine Summers Day
In The Middle Of May
She Thought I Was Joe Brolly!
By Cathal Cosgrave
I Once Asked A Girl
Will You Be Mine
This ValentineShe Just Said
I Don't Know It'll Take Time
It's Been Three years
I Have Eaten Three Deers
But She till Hasn't Replied
By: Awais Kirni
Thursday, 23 January 2014
Thursday, 16 January 2014
Success in Badminton
This week we have been doing badminton in pe. We have a few experts in our class already as some of the boys play with the local club. Cathal is pictured below with the shield he won at the weekend.
Tuesday, 3 December 2013
Christmas Play
We are currently preparing for our Christmas play - The K Factor. We will be performing for our parents, grandparents, and friends on Tuesday 17th December at 1pm.
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
Diary Entries from the Workhouse in the Famine Times
FAMINE (1847)Workhouses
Dear Diary,
Today one of the girls was beaten because she didn’t wash the sheets properly. She got flogged then she took one stroke of the cat o’ nine tails. Today for dinner was the usual, water like soup, which tasted bitter and bread that was stale. Apart from all that, the day was normal. Same people, same terrible jobs. Sometimes I wish to die or to escape. Either way I die. My landlord (he exiled us)blamed shortage of potatoes, on this ‘blight’. Curse this wretched famine. I wish I could swap places with my cousin. He’s probably sitting in front of the fire, drinking tea, in America. Sometimes I want to kill Mr. Hughes. By the way he's the owner of this dreadful place. But then I remember what my mum taught me and I would never want to disrespect her memory. Mr.Hughes is a short ,skinny ,bald man with a beard. Everyday I wake up at 4 o’ clock in the morning and go to sleep at 11 o’clock. Diary I need to get to sleep!! The END
This Diary entry was composed by Awais.
Dear Diary
My name is Cathal Cosgrave
I am 10 years old. I was forced to move into the Castlebar workhouse on July 9th 1845 because we had no money to pay the rent on our house. I have two brothers and two sisters. We were very cold and hungry when we enrolled for the workhouse. My Dad, my two brothers and I were separated from our Mum and two sisters.
If we are lucky we get two meals a day if not two, we get 1/3 quarter- milk and two slices of disgusting stale bread for every meal. We get up at 6 am and work for the whole day. Our bed is made of straw and is not at all comfy.
I am tired and lonely and sad and I miss my family because we are not allowed to talk. God help me.
This Diary Entry was composed by Cathal C.
Dear Diary
My name is Séanóg O”Neill and I’m hungry and when I say I’m hungry I’m about to starve to death! I’m not hungry for some Tayto crisps because I”ve never tasted them. I’m hungry for a hot bowl of soup to warm up me bones like the one I had on Christmas Day back in the good old times .Now I’m stuck with grouchy old Mr.Hackett .The only person that I wanted to be with was my Father Séan who died two years ago .Today some older boys stole my dinner ant I got beaten by Mr.Hackett. Life is so dull and miserable here and uhh ohh here comes Mr.Hackett I better pretend to be asleep but God get me out of here!
This Diary Entry was composed by Tomás W.
Dear Diary,
Today one of the girls was beaten because she didn’t wash the sheets properly. She got flogged then she took one stroke of the cat o’ nine tails. Today for dinner was the usual, water like soup, which tasted bitter and bread that was stale. Apart from all that, the day was normal. Same people, same terrible jobs. Sometimes I wish to die or to escape. Either way I die. My landlord (he exiled us)blamed shortage of potatoes, on this ‘blight’. Curse this wretched famine. I wish I could swap places with my cousin. He’s probably sitting in front of the fire, drinking tea, in America. Sometimes I want to kill Mr. Hughes. By the way he's the owner of this dreadful place. But then I remember what my mum taught me and I would never want to disrespect her memory. Mr.Hughes is a short ,skinny ,bald man with a beard. Everyday I wake up at 4 o’ clock in the morning and go to sleep at 11 o’clock. Diary I need to get to sleep!! The END
Dear Diary
My name is Cathal Cosgrave
I am 10 years old. I was forced to move into the Castlebar workhouse on July 9th 1845 because we had no money to pay the rent on our house. I have two brothers and two sisters. We were very cold and hungry when we enrolled for the workhouse. My Dad, my two brothers and I were separated from our Mum and two sisters.
If we are lucky we get two meals a day if not two, we get 1/3 quarter- milk and two slices of disgusting stale bread for every meal. We get up at 6 am and work for the whole day. Our bed is made of straw and is not at all comfy.
I am tired and lonely and sad and I miss my family because we are not allowed to talk. God help me.
This Diary Entry was composed by Cathal C.
Dear Diary
My name is Séanóg O”Neill and I’m hungry and when I say I’m hungry I’m about to starve to death! I’m not hungry for some Tayto crisps because I”ve never tasted them. I’m hungry for a hot bowl of soup to warm up me bones like the one I had on Christmas Day back in the good old times .Now I’m stuck with grouchy old Mr.Hackett .The only person that I wanted to be with was my Father Séan who died two years ago .Today some older boys stole my dinner ant I got beaten by Mr.Hackett. Life is so dull and miserable here and uhh ohh here comes Mr.Hackett I better pretend to be asleep but God get me out of here!
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
Céard a itheann tú don bhricfeásta?
pancóg tósta arán donn subh marmaláid calóga arbhair criospaí ríse ubh bhruite ubh scrofa ubh friochta ubh scallta ispíní slisíní bagúin pudóg dubh pudóg bán bricfeasta iomlán Éireannach léite Bricfeasta veigeatóra scóna im sú úll/oráiste cupán tae gloine bainne cupán caife gloine uisce
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