Thursday, December 16, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Heating and Insulating our homes
Today we carried out an experiment and proved that homes with both insulation in the roof and wall cavity were slower to lose heat than a] a home with no insulation, b] a home with insulation in the wall cavity only or c] a home with insulation in the roof only. To test this we used plastic tubs, smaller plastic cups, cotton wool, cardboard and of course thermometers. Our results were as follows:
After 8 minutes the house with no insulation dropped 8 degrees, the house with wall cavity insulation dropped 3 degrees, the house with insulation in the roof dropped 3 degrees, BUT the house with roof AND wall cavity insulation only dropped 2 degrees.
Christmas
Christmas is a magical ntime for everyone, especially familys. The sparkling lights, festive food and jolly spirit. Even the most grumpy fellow can be seen laughing and enjoying himself at Christmas. If that wasn't enough at Christmasd our ears are filled with joyous carols that warm the hearts and minds of all those who hear them, the sreets ring with the, at home we sing them together Christmas is the worldwide day in which all worries are replaced by only joy. Truly Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year.
In my own family the build up Christmas is nearly as important as the day itself. First on the 8th of December down comes the treeand decorations from the attic;'Oh' and what a marvelous tree it is, watching over the room like a kind old man with a smile on his face. Then the days drag by until the 23rd comes 'round "Christmas Eve Eve" as we call it in our family as on the 23rd we reecieve our holidays from school and Christmas is so close you could touch it with the tip of your tongue. Suddenly an urgency to get things ready arises, hams are bought, turkeys stuffed, Christmas cakes brought from the back of the cupboard where they have been fermenting snd finally the big day arrives.
On that faithful day an invisible alarm clock wakes you from a deep slumber, one year so early as 3 am. I dash downstairs to see boxes of a special kind "My Boxes!"A flurry of hands reveals the contents of the boxes, games, toys and chocolate. A smile blooms on your face like a flowerin springand just like a flowere it will grow as the day goes on.Next the drive to our grandparents for dinner.Ham,turkey, potatoes an assortment of vegetable make up some of the feast.When we are all fed we all play a game of cards,The winner wins 20 euros and the ability to gloat for the rest of the day. Sadly soon the the sun goes down and we must say our goodbyes. The great day is over and all is back to normal. "Christmas" The most wonderful time of the year.
In my own family the build up Christmas is nearly as important as the day itself. First on the 8th of December down comes the treeand decorations from the attic;'Oh' and what a marvelous tree it is, watching over the room like a kind old man with a smile on his face. Then the days drag by until the 23rd comes 'round "Christmas Eve Eve" as we call it in our family as on the 23rd we reecieve our holidays from school and Christmas is so close you could touch it with the tip of your tongue. Suddenly an urgency to get things ready arises, hams are bought, turkeys stuffed, Christmas cakes brought from the back of the cupboard where they have been fermenting snd finally the big day arrives.
On that faithful day an invisible alarm clock wakes you from a deep slumber, one year so early as 3 am. I dash downstairs to see boxes of a special kind "My Boxes!"A flurry of hands reveals the contents of the boxes, games, toys and chocolate. A smile blooms on your face like a flowerin springand just like a flowere it will grow as the day goes on.Next the drive to our grandparents for dinner.Ham,turkey, potatoes an assortment of vegetable make up some of the feast.When we are all fed we all play a game of cards,The winner wins 20 euros and the ability to gloat for the rest of the day. Sadly soon the the sun goes down and we must say our goodbyes. The great day is over and all is back to normal. "Christmas" The most wonderful time of the year.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Well Done.
Well done to Cathy O brien who won a rosette at Hitchmough's for show jumping on her Horse Tiffany.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Cárta Phoist
Haigh a Shéain 30ú Samhain
Thosaigh sé ag cur sneachta ar scoil inniu. Bhí gach éinne ar bís.Is breá liom sneachta mar tá sé go hálainn. Bhí mé Féin agus Cathal ag pleidhcíocht. Bhí sé an nimhneach fuar ach ba chuma liom. Níorbh fhada go raibh Bean Uí Laoire amuigh sa chlós agus stop sí an súgradh. Bhí an chlós trína chéile, ó bhun go barr. Chaill Niall a lamhainní ar an staighre. Bhí trua agam dó.
Slán tamaill
Uday Mitra
Thosaigh sé ag cur sneachta ar scoil inniu. Bhí gach éinne ar bís.Is breá liom sneachta mar tá sé go hálainn. Bhí mé Féin agus Cathal ag pleidhcíocht. Bhí sé an nimhneach fuar ach ba chuma liom. Níorbh fhada go raibh Bean Uí Laoire amuigh sa chlós agus stop sí an súgradh. Bhí an chlós trína chéile, ó bhun go barr. Chaill Niall a lamhainní ar an staighre. Bhí trua agam dó.
Slán tamaill
Uday Mitra
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
An Searmánais Solas le Laura Shelly
Chuamar go léir go dtí an séipéal aréir mar bhí An Seirbhís Solais ar siúl. Bhí gach éinne ar bís agus ag tnúth go mór leis. Le cúpla lá anuas, chleactaíomar sa séipéal ach bhíomar bréan de. Ar mo bhealach go dtí an séipéal aréir, bhí nimh san fhuacht ach bhí sé meirbh sa séipéal. Ar dtús, ní raibh a lán daoine ann ach níorbh fhada go raibh rírá agus ruaille buaille ann. Chonaic mé mo mhúinteoir. Tháinig sí anall chugam agus thug sí mo choinneal dom.
Ansin, thosaigh an aifreann agus chanamar "Gather Round". Bhíomar iontach mar ní neart go cúr le chéile! Ar aghaidh linn, suas an taobhroinn.
Dúirt an sagart cúpla phaidreacha. Tar éis tamaill, las beirt páiste na coinnle.
Chuaigh na páistí agus a dtúismitheoirí go dtí an altóir agus thug ár dtúismitheoirí an creidimh dúinn. Bhí an aifreann go hiontach agus bhain mé taitneamh as.
Ar an mbealach abhaile, bhí mé ag canadh na hamhrán!
Ansin, thosaigh an aifreann agus chanamar "Gather Round". Bhíomar iontach mar ní neart go cúr le chéile! Ar aghaidh linn, suas an taobhroinn.
Dúirt an sagart cúpla phaidreacha. Tar éis tamaill, las beirt páiste na coinnle.
Chuaigh na páistí agus a dtúismitheoirí go dtí an altóir agus thug ár dtúismitheoirí an creidimh dúinn. Bhí an aifreann go hiontach agus bhain mé taitneamh as.
Ar an mbealach abhaile, bhí mé ag canadh na hamhrán!
Monday, November 29, 2010
Inspired by... Kandinsky!
Our Art this week was inspired by the works of Vasily Kandinsky. Kandinsky had a huge influence on the course of modern art. We focused on bright colours, bold lines and abstract shapes, while also including some hidden elements to our paintings.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Swan Lake
Well done to Grace Allen who is performing in the Cork City Ballet's production of Swan Lake in the Opera House this week. It is an outstanding show and Grace has spent many hours rehearsing. Grace has been dancing since she was 2 years old and all her hard work is certainly paying off. Well done again!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Dad, by Ronan Daly
Dad
That morning my biggest regret, the shadow that looms over me, keeping me cold and distant. Mom says its like the lights in my eyes have winked out. I slowly move away from her like I'm slowly dying inside, she desperately tries to bring the lights back but I know they're gone forever.
The alarm buzzes. I drag myself out of my slumber and turn over to see the clock, it reads 7:00 in the morning, a dreaded time for me. I haul my self out of bed and get dressed. A groggy walk down the stairs leads me to the kitchen and my Dad reading the morning newspaper." Mornin' " he says to me. I grunt in response. For breakfast soggy cornflakes and burnt toast. "Is that a way to talk to your father" he remarks."Who cares" I mutter in response. Suddenly a huge argument breaks out and we're screaming at each other, I grab my bag and storm out the door. I stomp to school but by the time I've gotten there I've cooled off. I decide to say sorry to him when he gets home from work.
The day is pretty normal at first, maths in the morning, Irish afterwards but during first lunch the teacher takes me out of the classroom. Solemnly she mutters "Theres been an accident". The teacher stared at me and I felt my eyes well up with tears.
From there it starts to blur, I can remember the teacher telling me what happened; my Dad had been in a car crash and was in a critical state at hospital , but not much else. My memory picks up with me sobbing next to his hospital bed, after a while a puddle forms by my feet. They've kept him alive, barely.He could pass away at any moment so these could be my last few minutes with him
My mind flashes back to a day at the beach. I've always hated the beach but this is one of my favorite times there. i was lying on a towel trying to make the time spent there shorter, none of us were really enjoying it. My dad noticed this and sneaked off,when he returned his arms were filled with ice creams for the whole family. Clever old dad he always knew how to cheer us up.
I took my eyes away from the ice creams and focused on his face, he smiled at me and outreached his hand and gave me my favorite ice cream.
After I had finished the ice cream he brought me for a swim and we splashed and dived until it was time to go home. We returned happily tired. My great old dad had turned a boring day into a brilliant one but now he's on a hospital bed and the last memory he has of me is a horrible one.I wish I could change this with all my heart. I can only hope he survives.
Again my mind regresses to a time my dad helped me out. On the way home from school I had been pushed around by some teenagers who had taken my bag and torn my books to pieces . I arrived home bruised and battered but my dad was there for me. He gave me a cold cloth to put on my wounds but the real comfort came from his words, he told me everything would be ok and quelled all my fears. He made me feel safe and happy and eventually I recovered.
I was always so ungrateful, if I could go back in time I would treat him better, I would try so hard to be a good son but I can't go back in time, all I can do is wait. i stared at his still face, the monitor said he was alive but he didn't look it. I whispered in his ear "I love you" and the green line that showed his heartbeat went flat.
The alarm buzzes. I drag myself out of my slumber and turn over to see the clock, it reads 7:00 in the morning, a dreaded time for me. I haul my self out of bed and get dressed. A groggy walk down the stairs leads me to the kitchen and my Dad reading the morning newspaper." Mornin' " he says to me. I grunt in response. For breakfast soggy cornflakes and burnt toast. "Is that a way to talk to your father" he remarks."Who cares" I mutter in response. Suddenly a huge argument breaks out and we're screaming at each other, I grab my bag and storm out the door. I stomp to school but by the time I've gotten there I've cooled off. I decide to say sorry to him when he gets home from work.
The day is pretty normal at first, maths in the morning, Irish afterwards but during first lunch the teacher takes me out of the classroom. Solemnly she mutters "Theres been an accident". The teacher stared at me and I felt my eyes well up with tears.
From there it starts to blur, I can remember the teacher telling me what happened; my Dad had been in a car crash and was in a critical state at hospital , but not much else. My memory picks up with me sobbing next to his hospital bed, after a while a puddle forms by my feet. They've kept him alive, barely.He could pass away at any moment so these could be my last few minutes with him
My mind flashes back to a day at the beach. I've always hated the beach but this is one of my favorite times there. i was lying on a towel trying to make the time spent there shorter, none of us were really enjoying it. My dad noticed this and sneaked off,when he returned his arms were filled with ice creams for the whole family. Clever old dad he always knew how to cheer us up.
I took my eyes away from the ice creams and focused on his face, he smiled at me and outreached his hand and gave me my favorite ice cream.
After I had finished the ice cream he brought me for a swim and we splashed and dived until it was time to go home. We returned happily tired. My great old dad had turned a boring day into a brilliant one but now he's on a hospital bed and the last memory he has of me is a horrible one.I wish I could change this with all my heart. I can only hope he survives.
Again my mind regresses to a time my dad helped me out. On the way home from school I had been pushed around by some teenagers who had taken my bag and torn my books to pieces . I arrived home bruised and battered but my dad was there for me. He gave me a cold cloth to put on my wounds but the real comfort came from his words, he told me everything would be ok and quelled all my fears. He made me feel safe and happy and eventually I recovered.
I was always so ungrateful, if I could go back in time I would treat him better, I would try so hard to be a good son but I can't go back in time, all I can do is wait. i stared at his still face, the monitor said he was alive but he didn't look it. I whispered in his ear "I love you" and the green line that showed his heartbeat went flat.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Púca's First Reading. [A short story by Louise Coughlan]
Louise's friends are in the habit of calling her by the nickname Mary. I'm sure you have all heard of Mary and her little lamb? Everywhere Mary went her lamb was sure to go, well every Louise goes her puppy is sure to go too!
He has a fluffy, soft, crisp white coat, sparkly brown eyes and a nose as black as coal. His coat is so white they decided to call him Púca because he is like a little ghost, but not a scary one of course!
Let me tell you the story from the beginning. One Sunday, Louise's mom, dad and sisters went to Sunday mass. They rushed to mass because they were running late. Louise's dad was last out and he left the gate ajar because he had to go somewhere important straight after mass.
Little did they know that Púca sneaked out the back door when mom was putting out the laundry on the clothes line in the backgarden. He pranced around the backgarden waiting for the great escape.
Meanwhile Louise and her family were settling into their seats for a long ceremony, afterall it was Palm Sunday! The priest started reading the gospel when all of a sudden the congregation at the rear end of the church started giggling. Louise and her family were wondering what was the commotion all about. One by one everyone started turning their heads, pointing and whispering.
"What was going on?" said Louise's mom.
Louise said to herself "OH MY GOD!"
"Were my eyes deceiving me?" she wondered.
There he was perched on the alter, it was Púca! Her family were so embarrassed. If the ground could have swallowed them up at that very moment, they would have welcomed it. The more the people laughed the more animated he got.
Louise's sister Roz said "You go get him Lou"
Then her dad said "well Louise he is your dog and your responsibility you have to go get him".
She said "please don't make me go up there i'll mortify myself."
Off Louise went to do the walk of shame, but the minute púca saw her he started tiptoeing away. Louise slowly walked towards him. Suddenly Púca ran for his life and started biting Fr. Bobs trousers!
I shouted "Púca stop".
Púca jumped out of his skin and climbed onto the microphone stand
And barked "WOOF ROFF WUFF RUFF"
He said it as if he was saying a prayer or a reading, and the people were crying tears of laughter. He was so funny!
He was standing up tall when he stumbled upon the stand but got back up again. Just then he sniffed something funny- it was the holy bread! He slowly walked towards the holy bread and started chewing it. The priests face dropped. You could see by his expression he was suffering from shock! When púca started choking he saw the water and the wine and made a beeline for it. He was so thirsty. While he was distracted I grabbed him, much to Fr. Bob's relief!
Fr. Bob mimed to me "Thank you".
With that there was a round of applause from the congregation. The priest walked up to the microphone and said "I would like to welcome Púca, one of gods little creatures to his first mass and congratulate him on his first reading! And half joking, half earnest "We hope to see him again in the future!"
The moral of the story is God welcomes any of His creatures to his home no matter how boisterous they are!
He has a fluffy, soft, crisp white coat, sparkly brown eyes and a nose as black as coal. His coat is so white they decided to call him Púca because he is like a little ghost, but not a scary one of course!
Let me tell you the story from the beginning. One Sunday, Louise's mom, dad and sisters went to Sunday mass. They rushed to mass because they were running late. Louise's dad was last out and he left the gate ajar because he had to go somewhere important straight after mass.
Little did they know that Púca sneaked out the back door when mom was putting out the laundry on the clothes line in the backgarden. He pranced around the backgarden waiting for the great escape.
Meanwhile Louise and her family were settling into their seats for a long ceremony, afterall it was Palm Sunday! The priest started reading the gospel when all of a sudden the congregation at the rear end of the church started giggling. Louise and her family were wondering what was the commotion all about. One by one everyone started turning their heads, pointing and whispering.
"What was going on?" said Louise's mom.
Louise said to herself "OH MY GOD!"
"Were my eyes deceiving me?" she wondered.
There he was perched on the alter, it was Púca! Her family were so embarrassed. If the ground could have swallowed them up at that very moment, they would have welcomed it. The more the people laughed the more animated he got.
Louise's sister Roz said "You go get him Lou"
Then her dad said "well Louise he is your dog and your responsibility you have to go get him".
She said "please don't make me go up there i'll mortify myself."
Off Louise went to do the walk of shame, but the minute púca saw her he started tiptoeing away. Louise slowly walked towards him. Suddenly Púca ran for his life and started biting Fr. Bobs trousers!
I shouted "Púca stop".
Púca jumped out of his skin and climbed onto the microphone stand
And barked "WOOF ROFF WUFF RUFF"
He said it as if he was saying a prayer or a reading, and the people were crying tears of laughter. He was so funny!
He was standing up tall when he stumbled upon the stand but got back up again. Just then he sniffed something funny- it was the holy bread! He slowly walked towards the holy bread and started chewing it. The priests face dropped. You could see by his expression he was suffering from shock! When púca started choking he saw the water and the wine and made a beeline for it. He was so thirsty. While he was distracted I grabbed him, much to Fr. Bob's relief!
Fr. Bob mimed to me "Thank you".
With that there was a round of applause from the congregation. The priest walked up to the microphone and said "I would like to welcome Púca, one of gods little creatures to his first mass and congratulate him on his first reading! And half joking, half earnest "We hope to see him again in the future!"
The moral of the story is God welcomes any of His creatures to his home no matter how boisterous they are!
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Bookweek buddies
Our 6th class buddied up to read with Mr. Foleys 3rd class today for bookweek. We had a really nice time.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Bookfair is on the way...
Lets celebrate reading at our bookfair party from Monday 8th to Friday 12th November. You can choose from hundreds of books for ages 2-12. Every book you buy helps us to earn free books for our library and classrooms. With your support we can develop our children's literacy and encourage a lifelong love of reading. Thanks!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Bhuaigh tú an chrannchur Náisiúnta. Cad a dhéanfaidh tú leis an airgead?
An seachtain seo chaite bhuaigh mé deich milliún euro sa chrannchur. Taistealóidh mé go dtí an Spáinn agus ceannóidh mé teach. Rachaidh mé go dtí an Fhainc agus osclóidh mé bialann. Caithfidh mé an Nollaig ar an trá i Sydney le m'uncail is fearr liom Colman agus mo chlann go léir. Beidh an grian ag scoilteadh na gcloch. Beidh mé ag marcaíocht ar mo capall féin. Taistealóidh mé mórthimpeall an domhain. I gceann bliana, ar an mbealach abhaile, ceannóidh mé bronntanas álainn do mo chairde go léir agus mo chlann. Ceannóidh mé bronntanas speisialta do mo mhúinteoir má dtógfaidh sé A dom. Tá mé ag tnúth go mór leis. Nach brea an saol a bheidh agam!!
By Aine Buckley
By Aine Buckley
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Memory of my Father.
The poem I studied was Memory of my Father by Patrick Kavanagh. The main theme is one of the poet remembering his father "Every old man I see reminds me of my father .''This is the case with old man who stumbled in Gardner Street and the fiddle player in London. In fact ,every old man, whatever the location or situation reminds him of his father.
The tone is one of rememberence, loss, sadness, loneliness and maybe even admiration. I think the poet is trying to let us know that his father was a brave man "he had fallen in love with death.'' It appears his father understood the circle of life and was not afraid to die.
The language is powerful. He uses metaphors and alliteration very well "faltering over his fiddle.'' I particularly like his metaphor for the autumn-winter part of an elderly persons life "every old man I see in october coloured weather.'' There must have been great love between the two of them.
By Stephen O' Sullivan.
The tone is one of rememberence, loss, sadness, loneliness and maybe even admiration. I think the poet is trying to let us know that his father was a brave man "he had fallen in love with death.'' It appears his father understood the circle of life and was not afraid to die.
The language is powerful. He uses metaphors and alliteration very well "faltering over his fiddle.'' I particularly like his metaphor for the autumn-winter part of an elderly persons life "every old man I see in october coloured weather.'' There must have been great love between the two of them.
By Stephen O' Sullivan.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
The Lord Mayors Visit!!
On Tuesday the 28th of September, the Lord Mayor Of Cork came to visit Scoil Nioclais.
At 9:45, all members of the school choir, run by Mrs Kenny and assisted on the piano by Miss O Callaghan, came down to the hall with their chairs. The teachers gave us positions and then we practised the songs!
At 10:00, the hall began to fill with excited young children as they waited for the Lord Mayor to arrive with his wife Catherine O Connell.
They arrived at 10:15. The Lord Mayor and his wife took pictures in the corridor before they entered. The hall was dead quite until they walked in to find everyone on their feet and clapping!
After we settled down, Micheal O Connell (The Lord Mayor) took the micro-phone and started to talk to us about his job. He talked about the duties and responsibilities he had, such as making sure the city and county are clean, finding jobs for people and he also talked about his Gold Chain. He mentioned that the chain was 300 years old and that he was the 73rd Lord Mayor and also how, before, some of the mayors kept the chain for 4-5 years instead of 1. King Charles gave the Chain of Office to Cork.
After the discussion the Lord Mayor answered some questions. One of the questions was " Do you like your job?" by a little girl. The Lord Mayor replied " Yes, its the best job in the world!".
When the questions were finished, the choir started with 'The Banks Of My Own Lovely Lee' and finished with ' Oh What A Beautiful Morning'. The songs were a hit and we got a round of applause at the end.
The Lord Mayor is a very friendly man who takes his job seriously but makes time for everything. He is funny and has a sense of humour. Micheal O Connell deserves to be the Lord Mayor of Cork.
I enjoyed the visit from the Lord Mayor and it was an honour to sing for him, especially since it was 6th classes last visit from a Lord Mayor in Scoil Nioclais!
At 9:45, all members of the school choir, run by Mrs Kenny and assisted on the piano by Miss O Callaghan, came down to the hall with their chairs. The teachers gave us positions and then we practised the songs!
At 10:00, the hall began to fill with excited young children as they waited for the Lord Mayor to arrive with his wife Catherine O Connell.
They arrived at 10:15. The Lord Mayor and his wife took pictures in the corridor before they entered. The hall was dead quite until they walked in to find everyone on their feet and clapping!
After we settled down, Micheal O Connell (The Lord Mayor) took the micro-phone and started to talk to us about his job. He talked about the duties and responsibilities he had, such as making sure the city and county are clean, finding jobs for people and he also talked about his Gold Chain. He mentioned that the chain was 300 years old and that he was the 73rd Lord Mayor and also how, before, some of the mayors kept the chain for 4-5 years instead of 1. King Charles gave the Chain of Office to Cork.
After the discussion the Lord Mayor answered some questions. One of the questions was " Do you like your job?" by a little girl. The Lord Mayor replied " Yes, its the best job in the world!".
When the questions were finished, the choir started with 'The Banks Of My Own Lovely Lee' and finished with ' Oh What A Beautiful Morning'. The songs were a hit and we got a round of applause at the end.
The Lord Mayor is a very friendly man who takes his job seriously but makes time for everything. He is funny and has a sense of humour. Micheal O Connell deserves to be the Lord Mayor of Cork.
I enjoyed the visit from the Lord Mayor and it was an honour to sing for him, especially since it was 6th classes last visit from a Lord Mayor in Scoil Nioclais!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Dates for your diary...
Confirmation for 6th classes will take place on Wednesday 4th May 2011.
[Service of Light happens on Tuesday November 23rd at 7.30 pm in parish church]
[Service of Light happens on Tuesday November 23rd at 7.30 pm in parish church]
Thursday, September 23, 2010
All Ireland Football Final 2010. [A Report by Natasha Singhal]
The All -Ireland final was played in Croke Park ,Dublin. It was Cork vs Down. The match was especially important for Cork as it was a chance for them to win the Sam Maguire for the first time after 20 years.
The Stadium was filled with thousands of people .The supply of tickets was running low and lots of people were trying to get their hands on them.
The atmosphere of the stadium was electric and the sound of the supporters cheering was deafening .The red and white colours and the Down colours were seen all around the stadium.
Cork had a pre-match scare with Captain Graham Canty who was injured and did not play with the starting 15.
Both teams started with quick play. Down held the upper hand with quick passing and good defence through its half backs Declan Rooney and Kevin Mckerrnan.
Down led at half time 0-8 to 0-5.Coach Couniham then itroduced Nicholas Murphy and Graham Canty.Now the team had their powerful players. They started to play better and used possession wisely.
Cork got the lead in the 56 minute through Paul Kerrigan.They maintained the lead till the end to win by 0-16 to-15.
The Stadium was filled with thousands of people .The supply of tickets was running low and lots of people were trying to get their hands on them.
The atmosphere of the stadium was electric and the sound of the supporters cheering was deafening .The red and white colours and the Down colours were seen all around the stadium.
Cork had a pre-match scare with Captain Graham Canty who was injured and did not play with the starting 15.
Both teams started with quick play. Down held the upper hand with quick passing and good defence through its half backs Declan Rooney and Kevin Mckerrnan.
Down led at half time 0-8 to 0-5.Coach Couniham then itroduced Nicholas Murphy and Graham Canty.Now the team had their powerful players. They started to play better and used possession wisely.
Cork got the lead in the 56 minute through Paul Kerrigan.They maintained the lead till the end to win by 0-16 to-15.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Animal Farm
Our novel at the moment is Animal Farm by George Orwell so we availed of this photo opportunity when the mobile farm visited our school yesterday."Four legs good. Two legs bad"!
Friday, May 21, 2010
Sports for All!
Scorching sunshine meant that our sports for all day was a real success! We played unihoc, made our way round obstacle courses, practiced hula hooping, ran relays, dodged balls and went on a hunt for lost shoes. It was our last sports day in Scoil Nioclais and was a very memorable one!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Our Maori Dance!
This month in our music programme we've been learning sporting anthems and chants, which gave us a good excuse to learn the words and actions to the famous Haka, which originates from the 1820's. It is usually performed by the All Blacks Rugby team before going into 'battle', but we practiced it in school today and frightened a few junior infants who were looking on!
Indoor Bowls with Jack!
Some boys from our class have been learning how to play indoor bowls with mentor Jack Lynch and are hoping to take part in a tournament between schools around the city. Its different to the sports we usually play in Scoil Nioclais and the boys are really enjoying it.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
confirmation 2010
All the practice paid off yesterday as we celebrated our confirmation by Bishop Buckley in our beautifully decorated church. The ceremony was holy, meaningful and very enjoyable. Everybody rose to the occasion and performed brilliantly on the day. Our mass was very much enhanced by the 5th class choir led by Mrs Kenny and accompanied by Ms O' Callaghan and Ms Deasy. So,"Well Done" to all the 6th class pupils involved. Hopefully they have all been filled with the Holy Spirit!!
Monday, March 22, 2010
confirmation retreat!
ALL OF US TOGETHER ON OUR RETREAT DAY!
Today our class went to the parish centre for our confirmation retreat. We had a great time together and it has helped us in our preparation for confirmation.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Skipping Workshop!
The Skipping workshop this week was brill! Our coach, Aidan, from skip hop taught us lots of new tricks with the rope. Skipping is great exercise, keeps you flying fit and helps us in the other sports we do.
COMPUTER BUDDIES!
For the last 6 weeks we've buddied up with Mr 0' Connell's senior infants to help them with their computer skills. It's been a very worthwhile teaching and learning experience for all involved and we've made some new friends along the way!
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