Author Archives: Múinteoir Deborah

Caterpillars – Our fuzzy friends!

It has been really interesting so far, observing the changes that have occurred in our caterpillars, in one week! They started off so tiny and look at them now. They have been feeding so well and alot of waste, called frass, is evident in the jars. They have shed their exoskeleton a few times also! Some of the caterpillars are making attempts to hang in their ‘j’ shape, which means that very soon they will have to be transferred to their butterfly habitat! Exciting! Before transferring, they will form a chrysalis and while in the butterfly habitat, the last stage of metamorphosis will occur over time , resulting in,fingers crossed, our beautiful painted lady butterfly’s emerging soon after! We will keep you posted!

Green Day/ Seachtain na Gaeilge 2018

On Friday March 16th, everyone in Inver N.S. dressed up, either in Green for St. Patrick’s Weekend or in their favourite character’s costume. We had a busy day from the word go. In the morning, we all participated in a chéile outside. We danced Cur Brog ar an asal, An Staicín Eorna, An Damhsa Mór and Tar Chugam. The sun stayed out for us throughout so we were delighted! After the small break, we had Fred, the magician perform for the whole school. He was wonderful and a lovely treat for all.
Following lunch, we held a wholeschool Tráth na nCeist. It was a busy day but lots of fun!

Lá Fhéile Bríde

Many thanks to our volunteers who helped out on Wednesday afternoon with our St. Brigid cross making. We had lots of fun and it is always lovely to have grandparents visit our classroom.

Feast Day 1st February

Poem about the conversion of Gaelic Chieftan from paganism to Christianity
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Brigid wove a cross of rushes by a dying chieftain’s bed”
“Brigid what is that you’re making
From the rushes there?”, he said.
Brigid said,”A cross I’m weaving, like the cross where Jesus died.”
“Who was Jesus?” asked the chieftain,
“Why was this man crucified?”
Brigid told the gospel story to a dying pagan King.
Lying silently he listened,
Never saying anything.
Then he kissed the cross of rushes
Saying ,”Brigid, thanks to you,
I have come to love this Jesus,
I will follow his way too!”
By Emma Finnegan