Welcome to the writers corner, a place where the written work of the pupils in the school is showcased. You will find examples of the children's work below. Keep an eye out for the budding authors of the future. 

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Keith Buggy and Danielle Rock recently attended the Green Flad Presentation Ceremony. Read their accounts of the day's events.

Receiving the Green Flag

On Friday 22nd of May, myself (Keith Buggy), Danielle from room 2 and Mr. McGowan were privileged to go Croke Park to accept the Green Flag on behalf of St. Colmcille’s SNS for the 4th time.  I was so excited to be able to represent my school at the Green Flag Awards.

Mr. McGowan brought us in his car to Croke Park.  There were 30 other schools from all over Ireland being represented at the awards.  We met up with St. Colmcille’s Community School at the ceremony.  We sat behind them.

During the speeches we were told about how much of a difference each school was having on the environment and how we were helping it.

After the speeches all the schools were called up one by one to receive the Green Flag.  We were the only school to be receiving the fourth time and that meant that we were the last school to be presented with the flag.  We felt proud about that.

After the ceremony we went into another room for food.  The pupils were given spaghetti Bolognese to eat which was really nice....and the teachers had chicken curry or salad to eat.

When we were all finished it was around 1p.m.  We had some time to spare so Mr. McGowan brought us down to the GAA museum.  This was very interesting.  At 1:30 we drove back to school, we arrived back at 2:00p.m.  The day was very interesting and we were very happy that we received our Green Flag.  It was a day to remember.

Keith Buggy R. 1

Green Flag Number Four!

 On the 22nd May, Mr. McGowan, Keith Buggy and I went to Croke Park to receive our 4th Green Flag for Travel.  We left the school at 9:30a.m. and arrived there at 10:30a.m.  We went to the very top of Croke Park, to the corporate area.  Michael John was the host of the presentation.  He talked to all of us about recycling.  There were thirty different schools from Louth and South Dublin County Council.  Fergus O’Dowd, Clare Hinch and a representative from Louth County Council spoke to us also.  I learned a lot from what they were saying.

When we were receiving our 4th Green Flag, I felt very honoured to be there and to be representing my school.  Afterwards, we had a lovely sit down lunch.  It was very nice.

I had a great time; it was the best experience of sixth class.

 

Danielle Rock R. 2

 

Arianna Callaghan from Room 15 has written an excellent story about a fairy. Read on to find out more.

The Fairy

By Arianna Callaghan

There once was a girl called Molly. She had long, brown hair in the shade of dark chocolate and her eyes were green like emeralds. Molly  thought  she was the prettiest girl in the whole class.

 She got everything she wanted. The one thing that she really wanted though, was make-up. Her  Mum and Dad said no because she had far too much stuff. 

“But Dad, everyone else has make-up”, sobbed Molly.

“No buts, Molly. Your Mum and I decided and thats that,”said Dad.

That night, a beautiful, tiny fairy with golden hair, came into Molly’s room.

“Who are you?”, asked Molly.

“I am Leah, the fairy”, Leah replied sweetly. Leah wore a sparkly, pink tu-tu with shiny silver ballet pumps. “I am here to grant you one wish”, said Leah.

“You mean both of us”, spoke a croaky voice.

 “Who said that?”, mumbled Molly.

“It was me”, the voice replied. 

The fairy’s body suddenly turned around and there was another face! The face had a crooked nose with a wart at the end and was covered with wrinkles. Her hair was black and looked like it had never been brushed. Molly asked Leah what happened. 

“I was captured by a witch. She would only set me free if I gave her a bit of my beauty. I had’nt eaten for days, so I did. Then her face appeared on the back of my head”, Leah explained.

 

“What do you wish for?”, asked the witch.

Molly wished for make-up and the next morning, she woke to find a large, tin box with the most beautiful make-up inside. Molly did’nt know a thing about putting on make-up, so when she went to school, everyone started laughing at her. Lipstick was on her arms, eyeshadow was in her hair, blusher was on her forehead and nail polish was on her cheeks!

That night, Molly could’nt find the fairy anywhere. Suddenly, something caught her eye. On top of her pillow was the make-up tin with a note attached on it. The note said;

Dear Molly,

Sorry about the make-up. I must have done the wrong spell. To make it up to you, here is somemore. Just rub it on your face before you go to sleep and you will look more beautiful than ever.

From Leah x

Molly did what Leah said on the note. The next morning, Molly got up and looked at herself in the mirror. She screamed and screamed. Suddenly, Leah appeared.

“Why did you do this to me?”, Molly asked.

“I did’nt do it”, replied Leah.

“That’s right, she did’nt do it! I did!”, laughed the witch, except now, the witch had Molly’s face and  even sounded like her and Molly had the voice and face of the witch! And that’s why you should never trust a fairy because they can be two-faced!

 

It was pancake Tuesday on Feb 24th and room seventeen have provided an interesting insight into what life might be like as a pancake!! Read on but be warned, you might never eat another pancake again!!!!

The Life of a Pancake!

By Hazel Lawrie Rm 17


Hi, my name is Bob. I am a pancake and my life as a pancake is so sad. Firstly I was put into a giant bowl and this huge ugly monster got a big spoon and put it in the bowl beside me. Next second I was spinning round and round. Finally ugly monster stopped and something even worse happened. I was put into something freezing.

I sat there for hours when suddenly, just about the time I was about to reach the point of hypothermia, the door opened!

The ugly monster picked the bowl up and put it on a counter. Something that was black had fire coming out of it. Then my best friend Pan got picked up. Then my other friend Cake got picked up. The last one to be picked up was me, Bob. I got put on to a pan. The fire was so hot. I tried to escape through the air, but it was too late . . . I was done.

I was put on to a plate where another ugly monster leaned over me licking her lips. Snow fell gently all over me and I was gently rolled up. Then more snow. And then I saw it . . . THE KNIFE . . . . AAGH!

PANCAKES   

Hi people! My name is Justin Pancake. I’m just (wohh) on the flipping machine (pan).  Oh yes! I’m being moved to the oven. Once I’m out I’ll be able to impress the pancakesses. (female pancakes)  25 minutes later…………… Hey, I have an idea to become nice. “Hey, old lady, can I visit for tea?” I asked.  Instead of replying nicely, like I asked; she points at me with a stubby finger and I get dropped into a black bag.  Just as I think I’m in Valpancakus, (pancake heaven) I get dropped on a cold massaging plate.  Just as I get relaxed, I get stabbed with a triton. (a fork). Then I see my body leave me and I get crushed with loads of white war hammers. (teeth)  Suddenly, I find this dark tunnel (short intestine) so I venture onwards.  All of a sudden, I feel coated in chocolate. Then I remembered “I forgot its Pancake Tuesday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

 

By Conor McDermott Rm 17

My life as a pancake


I was a pancake, my name was Flippo. I was only 20 seconds old then they put me in the fridge. While I was in there I met a friend. His name was Hammy. We had a lot of fun together until they put Hammy in a sandwich and ate him!

Next of all I was taken out of the fridge, then they put maple syrup, sugar, chocolate spread, lemon juice and strawberries on me.

Then they picked me up, sliced me in half and ate me!


By Robert Donoghue Rm 17

 

If I were a Pancake....

If I was a pancake I would jump up and down,

If I was a pancake I would not have a frown.

 If I was a pancake I would taste so good,

 If I was a pancake I would not go in the mud.

 If I was a pancake I would be so hot,

 If I was a pancake I would be eaten a lot.

 If I was a pancake I would be sweet,

 If I was a pancake I would not smell like feet.

 If I was a pancake I would not be strong,

 If I was a pancake I would not last long!!!!

 

By Luke Bolger

 

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