Principal’s Address Twenty years ago Moville Community College opened on Sept 1st, 2001. Our school magazine, under the editorship of Anne Browne and ably assisted by numerous colleagues and TY students chronicles each year’s events and is an early draft of the history of our school. We are indebted to each TY class in turn for their endeavors in taking on this role each year. These magazines have become a reference point for many as they seek to confirm their memories of their school days. We are blessed to have such an archive. In 2021 however, our memories of this past year will be very different to those that went before. When we returned in September 2020 we reopened a school building that had closed abruptly on March 12th. A raft of measures were put in place to fulfil a Covid Response Plan to ensure a safe return to school. We became accustomed to wearing masks, sanitizing our hands at classroom doors, separated school desks, a one way system on corridors and a plethora of personal protective equipment and procedures. We coped admirably with all the changes foisted upon us to stop the admission and transmission of a virus into our school community . But Covid 19 was far from the most challenging aspect of our school year. In July 2020, our colleague, Kay Ward, lost her beloved son Danai. The pain of mourning the loss of a child during a global pandemic profoundly affected us all. In late August, we lost an incoming third year student, Tomás Mullan along with his sister Amelia and his dad John in a tragic road traffic accident. Our whole community grieved alongside Geraldine, (Tomás’ mum) and the Mullan and Connaghton families for their unspeakable loss. The massive school based changes we were in the throes of implementing, paled into insignificance for each and every one of us. Yet the magnificent response by staff and students alike to protect our school community and the wider community must be acknowledged and celebrated. September was a month of adaptation. The room preparation, installing sanitizing stations, purchasing of personal protective equipment, enhanced cleaning regimes, one way systems, visitor protocols and mask wearing practices were implemented and adopted very quickly by all and accepted as necessary by most. As the new virus spread throughout the world, there seemed to be as many opinions as how we should proceed as there were people. Managing the needs of those members of the school community who were at very high risk of serious illness if they caught Covid 19, as distinct to those at high risk and those who believed they were at little or no risk was a very difficult challenge. My response was to stick to public health guidelines in so far as was humanly possible to do so in our circumstances. In October, tragedy struck once again. Our colleagues, Sean and Aoife O’Hare lost their beloved eight year old son, Donncha. The school was once again knocked back on its heels. For the third time our community united to grieve the terrible loss of a young loved one in the midst of a global pandemic. Many school members have lost close family during this time. Our traditional processes to help us deal with grief – wakes and funerals – have been denied to us. My prayers are with the bereaved and I hope that your life can find peace amidst your loss. Other losses were not so acute but their loss is permeating our school life. We have lost a year of school sport. Our rich history of sporting endeavours on the playing fields and the gym mats has come to a grinding halt. I hope and pray that our students will return with renewed vigour and our staff will engage again with a fuller understanding of the value of physical activity for the student’s
physical and mental health. The contribution of sport to the well-rounded development of many young adults is immeasurable and undeniable. Other extra-curricular activities have either been lost or have migrated to an on-line experience. The absence of in-person meetings of our school groups (e.g. Student Council, Cycle against Suicide, and The Healthy Schools Programme) lose some of their effectiveness and creativity in the on-line space. School trips have had to be forgone. These joyous occasions where friendships are developed and deepened have been lost. Hopefully they will return in the next academic year. This past year has caused our priorities and perspectives to change. In many cases we have radically changed. The Junior Certificate and Leaving Certificate changes have been radical. Simply cancelling the Junior Cycle examinations two years in row will cause us to re-evaluate the perceived necessity to have such examinations in the future. The nature of the Leaving Certificate has changed dramitically for the second time in two years. An anonymous, brutal, predominantly memory based examination changed to a professional assessment of the student’s ability by their teacher last year and the affirmation of that award by the school. A year on from Calculated Grades, students have been given a choice of examination processes – Accredited Grades and/or the traditional Leaving Certificate examinations. Such radical change could not have been contemplated fifteen months ago. The debate on how and when we assess students has been given a whole new range of possibilities. At local level much change is also afoot. We welcome our new Deputy Principal, Caroline Doherty, and have said farewell to Eamonn Ryan. We thank him for his twenty years of outstanding service to Moville CC in his capacities as a teacher, guidance counsellor, Deputy Principal and Principal. We look forward to our new first years entering the school as we change our class format to 58 minute classes. We are progressing at pace with our new extension and look forward to ground being broken in the next academic year. We should be thankful for some small blessings. Our confinement to a 2K or 5K limit or having to work or attend school from home has given us some time to be with ourselves. Some have taken the opportunity to allow their creativity to be expressed and some art has come of it – be it poetry, prose, art or music. Some of it appears in these pages. God bless the work. Finally, thank you to Anne Browne and the TY students responsible for this production. It truly celebrates our student’s achievements and the work of the staff in getting them there. An rud is annamh is iontach" a deireann an seanfhocail. Faraor, is annamh go deo an bhliain seo chuaigh thart agus muid fiche bliain ag fás mar scoil. Creid é nó ná creid, beidh ár scoil fiche bliain an an bhfód ar an chéad lá de mhí Mheán Fómhair seo chugainn. Cha raibh bliain riamh ar scoil ná mar a bhí ag an scoil s'againne i rith na bliana seo caite?
Acknowledgements How do you commemorate a year that’s been like no other? Bouncing from virtual learning to in-person learning and back again—it’s been quite a roller coaster. Initially we all wondered what’s there to document in this yearbook. Especially when so many of the normal school events—sports, clubs, dances—had been cancelled. However while this might be a hard year to put together a traditional yearbook, we felt it was still an important one to commemorate. It just required a little extra creativity. Even though we haven’t always been together in the classroom this year, the learning has continued. So we decided to put together a memory book of all the different projects tackled this year, including creative writing projects, art projects. Even though this school year was different than any other, we wanted to highlight all the good work our students have accomplished. This year many teachers have dedicated more class time than usual to writing and reflection. We collected student essays, poems, interviews and more to capture this unparalleled moment in time. Student voices are a prime focus for this year’s yearbook. We also went to the archives and compiled a comprehensive memory section for our outgoing sixth years. We asked them to share their fondest memories with us and we interviewed over 20 students. Yes the 2020-2021 school year has definitely been a year like no other and this compilation has not been without its difficulties, however we think the end justifies the means and we hope that you will enjoy the read. Many thanks to a dedicated team of helpers including Caoimhe Browne, Helena Leonard, Ryan Monagle, Leon O’ Donnell, Molly Kay, many TY students and esteemed colleagues, too numerous to mention by name, without whom this magazine would never exist. This truly is a collaborative effort and a testament to the spirit of cooperation which is so much a part of our school community. Please accept my apologies for any errors or omissions. Go raibh maith agaibh Browne Anne
First year Individual Photos 2020-21
Kyle Harkin McLaughlin
First Year Individual Photos 2020-21
First Year Individual Photos 2020-21
Shelly Diamond, Patrick Coyle, Finn Doherty
Kaoirse Doherty, Zoe Doherty, Luke Doherty
First Year Individual Photos 2020-21
Lincoln Farren, Thomas Ferry, Molly May Houston
Moll Leah Henry, Amelia McCaul, Oisin McClafferty
CJ McHenry, Sean McLaughlin, Tiernan McDaid
First Year Individual Photos 2020-21
Ciara Mulhall, Noel Shibu, Abi Sharkey
Aaron Sweeney, Amy Crumlish, Rachel Doherty
Aileen Doherty, Megan Booker, Shay Doherty
First Year Individual Photos 2020-21
Liam Cain, Anna Byrne, Jenna Cowan
Ava Coyle, Ethan Farren, Molly Keyes
Aine de Courcey, Shannon Lynch, Aoife Coyle
First Year Individual Photos 2020-21
Ava McColgan, Scott Gourley, Jack McDaid
Shane Harkin, Zoe Doherty, Aylah Marie O’ Donavan
Aoibhin Taylor, Caolin Allison, Lewis Wilson
First Year Individual Photos 2020-21
Oisin McLaughlin, Ciara Coyle, James Boyle
Megan Doherty, Cian Sharkey, Paul Brennan
Cara Allan, Johanna McHenry, Fianna McCool
First Year Individual Photos 2020-21
Jake McDermott, Thomas McDonald, Aoibheann Hannaway
Caitlinn Lynch, Shaun Gillen, Olivia Hannaway
Shania Harkin, Ava McIntyre, Luke McFadden
First Year Individual Photos 2020-21
Sarah Angelina McKenna, Eunan Smith, Cormac Reynolds
Tara McLaughlin, Marcus Rule, Jeorga May McLaughlin
Fionn Tighe, Aleesha Sharkey, Amy Strain
First Year Individual Photos 2020-21
Leah Bonner, Codi Forbes,Oberon Dean
Cara Luisa Furci, Eva Goggin, Cormac Hegarty
Andrew Lyle, Finin Lynch, Amy McCauley
First Year Individual Photos 2020-21
Eimear McGonagle, Nicole McEleney, Rioghan McGuinness
Honey McIlmoyle, Julie McLaughlin, Alisha McKinney
Joe Killen, Clara Boyle, Sarah Carey
First Year Individual Photos 2020-21
Jamie Coyle, David Crombie, Roan Gallagher
Jack Havlin, Shane McDaid, Ciara McLaughlin
Chloe McMonagle, Elana Jane McDermott, Matthew Steele
First Year Individual Photos 2020-21
Ava Doherty, Cameron Donnelly, Blaithnaid Doherty, Kyle Melly
Press Pass 2020 National Winners
Peter Grant won first place in the Press Pass national young journalist’s competition 2020 with his sports article “Winner Wonderland”. Nathan Connolly also won third prize in the Features category of this competition with his article ”Transitioning”. Well done to both of them. We are all immensely proud of their achievements.
Precious Memories of Tomás Mullan
Trocaire Talk Easter 2019
Easter Egg Raffle 2019
Precious Memories of Tomás Mullan
Class Bonner 2018
Tomás with his School Judo Team
Tomás’ Memorial Service
MCC Trad group dedicate their music to Tomás
A Cotoneaster tree is planted at the school in loving memory of Tomás Mullan
Tomás’ Memorial Service
Heartfelt words recited at the ceremony by friends and family
Geraldine Mullan plants the Cotoneaster tree assisted by Keelan Devlin Ó Broin
Our Forever Friend Tomás our great friend, our memories of you Will go on forever, here are just a few . Letters from J.K. Rowling to Harry Potter's biggest fan, Trips to Old Trafford that were regularly planned. Two boys playing ‘Scoil Eoghan’s Got Talent judges, Their decision was final, but there were never any grudges On the last day of term you tied yourself to a chair You had to be cut free, but you didn’t care. You were an artist in every possible way, Paintings, ideas and music you’d always play. Our talented friend with aspirations and dreams, With a smile so bright it radiated in beams You never complained, nor sought out fame. Gardening and music will never be the same. You were always smiling, you were so happy and kind, These are the memories that you’ve left behind. The garden was the music of your life, It helped you forget all your troubles and strife. Your fingers played music which nurtured God's creation, And we are the friends who loved you without hesitation. With your Gryffindor scarf and rosy red cheeks, You had perfect school attendance, you never missed a week. You had us all laughing dressed up as ‘Gansta Granny’, The tights and the wig made the resemblance quite uncanny. You were happy and kind, selfless and caring, You always lent a hand and didn’t mind sharing. When playing 40/40 you never liked being “it,” But you were talented on the fiddle, every note you would hit. You walked along happily carrying your music box, With Amelia's hand in yours, having your usual talks. Wearing your Gryffindor scarf and a good hearted grin Off to meet your parents, or waiting for music class to begin. You gave everyone the benefit of the doubt Whether you stood in or stood out. When we were with you we would never frown We could depend on you, you never let us down. Memories are like stars; constant, eternal and bright, They come to join us every night. So when it is dark as it often will be, Look up and remember Every star is a fond memory.
Farewell Mr Ryan
Mr Ryan on his final day with student council members
Orlagh McDaid makes a presentation to Mr Ryan on behalf of all MCC students Mr Ryan was planning to slip away undetected on his last day as deputy principal in MCC, however the student council would not let him away with this! On behalf of the entire school community they presented Mr Ryan with a gift to mark his 19 years of dedicated service to MCC. Mr Ryan was an exemplary teacher in every regard and he was a popular and extremely dedicated deputy principal. There is no doubt he will be greatly missed by both students and staff alike. We wish him a long and healthy retirement.
TY Trip To Gartan
TYs on the water
Team Building in Gartan
TY Trip to Gartan
Fun and games in Gartan
TY Trip to Gartan
Kayaking at Gartan
On the water
TY Inish Adventures
Learning the ropes
TY Inish Adventures
Ready to go
Before Christmas for TY PE we attended Inish Adventures by the shore path near the school. We are very thankful that we have such a great outdoor facility on our doorstep. We participated in an array of activities including kayaking, stand up paddle boarding and many others besides. We’d like to thank the instructors for making our time here so enjoyable.
TY Christmas Puddings
Nicole & Ann
Molly & Aideen
TY Christmas Puddings
Garvan & Aod
During the week of TY work experience some of us couldn’t get work due to the pandemic, we are very grateful to MCC staff for providing a week of fun activities. One of the activities was making rocky road Christmas cakes with Home Ec teacher Miss Hegarty. We all enjoyed sharing our cakes with our families. Needless to say they didn’t last very long!
Homeless at Christmas TY students helped with this year’s FOH Christmas appeal. We collected items such as toiletries, sanitary products, woolen hats, scarves, gloves, socks, underwear, sweet treats and sleeping bags from the school community. The response was quite overwhelming. The donations received by our school community helped to make this Christmas a little brighter for this country’s most disadvantaged citizens. In the current climate, with ice caps melting, political tensions rising and escalating economic instability, it can be easy to forget about one of the biggest issues we face as a society. However, just because we have forgotten about it, does not mean that it isn't rampant or problematic. Every night this winter, over 8,500 people will sleep on the streets. Around 2,500 of those are children under 18 years old. Almost all of them are homeless due to circumstances beyond their control. It is true to say that approximately 1,500 people exited homelessness during the first lockdown,and that we are currently at the lowest level of homelessness since August 2016. However it is important to realise that this is largely due to charities like Feed our Homeless which was established by Tony Walsh in 2017, it is a charity that is actively dedicated to making a difference in the lives of people who are affected by homelessness. Their aim is to give support to those who have lost their voice through homelessness and assist them through their journey. They advocate for housing, education, and policy change. Feed our Homeless understands that these are real people with real lives, and are dedicated to doing their best to helping as many homeless people as possible.
Tony is very open about his experience with homelessness. He was homeless himself for 18 years, and was in and out of emergency accommodation. He understands the daily struggles homeless people face and the dark places homelessness can bring a person. He went on to work professionally with homeless people, and would then begin educating young people in secondary schools raising awareness around homelessness, drug, alcohol, and crime prevention. Tony understands the importance of educating and providing resources to young people to help them avoid going down the wrong path Don has been volunteering for FOH for three years. He got involved when he was in Dublin and was helping drive a van load of donated clothes and met Tony Walsh, he learned about FOH and has been helping ever since. He came in and spoke to TYs about the work of this charity.“We thank everyone on behalf of FOH for your contributions, your effort does not go unnoticed and will positively impact the lives of hundreds on the streets of our capital this Christmas”. By Aideen Boland and Garvan McLachlan
Home Sweet Home “We can all make a difference by making one small change” Students from Moville Community College and St. Francis National School Clonmany County Donegal have already made quite a difference this year. They have worked on a collaborative project to raise awareness about the harmful effects of palm oil production. Pupils of St. Francis N.S. produced a storybook called “Home Sweet Home”, this book is filled with beautiful illustrations created by current 6th class pupils. An accompanying activity book was also devised by TYs at Moville Community College with the help of their teacher Mrs. Colleen Cooney. The pupils of St. Francis N.S came up with the storyline for the book and during the first lockdown they created their drawings. Their teacher Mrs. Gemma Doherty then compiled the book and it was printed by Foyle Press Carndonagh. Moville Community College participates in the Worldwise Global Schools Programme which promotes the integration of Global Citizenship education (Development Education) in schools. Along with this, they are also one of only ten schools in Ireland participating in the "EU Get up & Goals" project which promotes the importance of sustainable development goals. Moville Community College has a strong history of working with St. Francis N.S. on Global Citizenship projects. In the past they have worked together on the topic of Fairtrade, however this time they have further investigated the topics of Climate Action and Life on Land to explore the issue of palm oil as part of their work on global goal themes. Mrs Cooney said “I believe all of the students gained so much from this experience. It was so rewarding to investigate Global Goal 12: Responsible Consumption and Production. It made both students and teachers reflect upon how we contribute to this problem through the choices we make when shopping. Students were able to contribute to the project according to their interests and talents, some did drawings, and others helped with worksheets, ideas for the storyline, sales and marketing and even wrote articles for the local newspaper. It provided everyone with a great sense of achievement to bring this project to its conclusion and to have the books ready for sale before Christmas 2020. It is a source of great pride for both schools and it really highlights what students and schools can achieve when they work together” Mrs Doherty added “I believe the children from St Francis NS learned so much from their participation in this project. The TY students were great with the younger children and they presented their knowledge in a fun-filled, child-friendly manner. Both schools benefitted immensely from the experience and it would be a privilege to work alongside Moville community College in future projects. All participants are continuing to learn about the importance of protecting our environment a topic which needs to be a major focus in all schools, both primary and secondary, especially in the current climate”. Alanna Farrell, a pupil of St Francis N.S. said “Getting to work with the students of Moville Community College was an amazing experience. Cutting down trees for palm oil production can be stopped, by working together we can achieve this. I am proud to be part of a group
which is ensuring that this message is heard’. Ann Abhilash, a TY student also commented: “I became much more aware of the impact the production of palm oil was having on our environment and I really enjoyed working as part of a team and interacting with younger pupils from St Francis NS”. Samples of the books were sent to many well-known people and they provided some wonderful feedback. Daniel and Majella O’Donnell congratulated students on the production of the book saying it was “Fantastic and contains an important message, we will certainly read it for our grandchildren.” UTV presenter, Joe Mahon, also said “I have seen a number of similar publications over the years but I can tell you that this is by far the best. It's so professional-looking and colourful, with marvellous illustrations and clever verses - it's hard to believe that this was produced by children!” Eoin Colfer, author of the Artemis Fowl books, congratulated them warmly on the “fantastic book” and added “Not only do I love the art and all the lovely stories inside, but I love the message, we can all make a difference by making one small change and that is so true.” Sixth Class students of St. Francis N.S. and current TY classes worked extremely hard to promote and sell these items as Christmas gifts. They are extremely grateful for the financial assistance they received through the "EU Get Up and Goals" programme and for the support of their Irish coordinator Mella Cusack who helped make it all possible. All proceeds from the sales went towards funding further environmental projects in both schools. By Molly Kay
The Musical that wasn't! One of the best parts of working in M.C.C. for some of us is doing the school musicals. It is a great experience for all involved and although it takes an incredible amount of time it is always worth every second. We had fantastic plans to do the show ‘Hairspray’ last May and had started rehearsals with a super talented bunch of students. We were extremely disappointed when the show fell victim to Covid. It was with very heavy hearts that we collected the scripts to be shipped back to London from the cast. Although our production never made it to the stage we really wanted to acknowledge the efforts that students had made with the rehearsals and the amazing talent that was in the cast. The students really suited the parts that they were given and there is no doubt in our minds that ‘Hairspray’ would have been an absolutely fabulous production. The students were a very special group, their attitude and sense of fun and hard work was so apparent in rehearsals. Their commitment to the show, their excitement and for some who had never sung in public they had set themselves a real challenge but were committed to seeing it through. We had a lot of laughs, some really skillful acting, fabulous singers and some serious dance moves.Although ‘Hairspray’ was the production that never made it to the stage it will remain in our hearts as a great memory and a time that we will look back on with real fondness. We are very proud of you for the effort you put in and the very mature attitude you had when the show was cancelled. We would like to wish our wonderful cast all the very best in their future endeavors and hope that they find another opportunity to showcase their very real talents. And as for us we will be anxiously waiting for an end to this pandemic and as soon as we can get another bunch of students on stage we will be ready! Mrs Gallagher, Ms Mc Groary, Ms Cavanagh, Ms Mullan and Ms Martin. Cast:
Sevennagh Mc Laughlin (TracyTurnblad),Aaron Campbell (Link Larkin),Lochlann Mulhall (Edna Turnblad),Kelene McDermott( Penny Pingleton),Rachel McCourt (Velma Von Tussle),Padraig Mc Daid (Corny Collins),Laura Faulkner (Amber Von Tussle),Peter Grant (Wilbur Turnblad),Anna Nicholas(Motormouth Mabelle),Dermot Hirrell (Seaweed),Sarah Michaelides (Prudy Pingelton) Aimee Mc Auliffe (Little Inez), Finn Conroy (Mr Pinky) Corny Collins Dancers: Callum Harkin, Adam Mc Cormack, Glenn Shibu, Leslie Mc Dermott, Joshua Mc Gonagle, Cara Rose Mc Neill, Maria Lynch, Eisha Meehan, Ruth McNally, Katherine Mc Laughlin,Chloe McDermott.Dynamites: Kim Steele, Fionuala de Brun, Amy McGonagle, Acting Roles: Ella Mc Kenna, Michelle Deehan
Stand Up Week 2020
Painting the fence and flags flying high during Stand Up Week 2020
Corridor displays 2020
Stand Up Week 2020
Students taking great pride in their work this year
The Stand Up Theme for 2020 was 'inclusivity'. The new pride flag ' The Progress Flag' was unveiled in 2018 and included colours from the transgender flag, brown and black to represent people of colour and ethnic minorities as well as the traditional Pride flag rainbow colours. We wanted to couple this with the straight ally flag to show that everyone in the school is seen, supported and accepted equally. We held lunchtime events and had volunteers paint the fence in the lower building in the colours from the Progress Flag and the Ally flag.
6 LCA Contemporary Issues Project
6th Year LCA completed a very successful project as part of their Social Education module. They researched mask usage within the school, issues arising and how we could help students become comfortable and familiar with the use of masks in school. They found that the students were putting the masks on too late and the booming voice of Mr Doogan was often heard reminding students to put their masks on as they came through the doors of the upper building. They came to the decision that a visual prompt was required to remind the student body to put the masks on before they entered the school. Their work can still be seen on the ground as you enter the main foyer and the emergency exit at the metalwork room.
Donegal Youth Council Elections Congratulations to Jack McLaughlin, 6th year, who was elected rep for MCC in the Donegal Youth Council Elections this month. He will now represent MCC on the council for the next two years. Well done to our other candidates for taking part. The Donegal Youth Council works to represent the voices of young people in our county and raises topics and issues important to young people at local and national level. It is made up of 39 young people aged between 12-18 in Donegal, elected from schools and youth groups.
Donegal Regional Council of Schools On Thursday 5th Nov this year Emily Doherty and Odhran Lafferty, 2 members of our Student Council attended the online meeting for the Donegal Regional Council of Schools organised by the ISSU (the Irish Second-level Student’s Union) The topics covered on the day included:I ntroduction to ISSU, Student Council Skills, Mental Health, COVID Planning and Regional Officer Elections Odhran Lafferty was elected as one of 20 Regional Officers in the country, chosen to represent Donegal and become a part of the National Council of Schools (NCS). It is the role of the ISSU Regional Council of Schools to represent second-level Student Councils in their region, and develop a constructive forum for local issues; and through this prioritise issues to bring to the attention of the ISSU National Council of Schools.The ISSU is the national representative body for school students in the Republic of Ireland.It aims to provide support, training and assistance to member student councils.Through this support, the ISSU aims to foster a stronger student voice at all levels of the education system. Schools students should be involved in all matters that directly affect them, and this means having a seat at the decision-making table and being respected as an equal stakeholder. The ISSU is run for students, by students.
Cycle Against Suicide In a year when Mental Health was more important than ever our M.C.C. Cycle Against Suicide group were very busy. At a really difficult time for our students, staff and community our eight strong group of sixth year students worked hard to improve positive mental health and awareness. We are working towards our eight Ambassador School Award. We are one of the few schools in the country to achieve this feat. The student leaders have been involved since first year. As a group they are great fun and having a meeting is difficult because we always get distracted. They have great drive and lots of ideas and really care about promoting Mental Health and helping other students. They show great maturity for their years (well most of them!!!) and they have been an absolute joy to work with. We will really miss them and would like to wish them every success with their study and career plans. Projects The Christmas Door Decorating Competition was our main project for this year. We initially thought that this would be a small scale activity that would create a bit of fun in the lead up to Christmas. We had no idea of the impact that it would create and how it would lift the spirits of the students and staff. The parents association were instrumental in showcasing the initiative to the wider community and we are grateful to them for their funding and particularly to Julie Killen for all of her work on the parents association facebook page. In the final term we plan to run more initiatives on the theme of exercise that promote positive mental health, a workshop on anxiety with some junior students, a safe space for leaving certs students to relax at lunchtime as they approach the exams and hopefully some music at lunchtimes. C.A.S. Student Leaders Committee 2020-2021 Rachel McCourt (Chairperson), Danielle Mc Dermott, Ciara Mc Callion, Claire Mc Cauley, Padraig Mc Daid, Leah Eicinger,Anna Nicolas, Nicole Farren
CAS Committee 2020-21
CHRISTMAS DOOR COMPETITION WINNERS Senior Results: 6th year winner Class McGuinness Runner Up Class Mc Cafferty Most Original idea: Class Monagle, 5th Year Winner: Class Guy Runner Up : Class Donaghy TY Most Artistic: Class Bonner 3rd Year Winner: Class Cavanagh 2nd Year : Class Mullan 1st Year :Class Curran Junior Winner : Class C Gallagher Most Colourful : Class Doherty Best Anti Bullying Messages: Class Hegarty Best Office: Main Office, SEN/LS: Winner Room 100, Runner Up: Ms McCafferty’s office,Third : Ms Devenny’s office
Class Meehan’s Grotto
Ms Donaghy’s Office
Class Guy’s Queen of Hope
Les Sapins de Noel
Class H Gallagher’s multilingual tree
Class Kelly’s selfie tree
Class Wilhare’s Snowman
Room 98: Education and Positivity
Ms C Doherty’s office
First Aid Room
Ms Kelly’s Three Little Angels
Class Monagle’s Die Hard tree
Class Doherty’s Chemis-tree
Friendship Tree by Class Doherty
Christmas with a Difference I wake up to the sound of my little sister, Mia, shouting “Santa was here! It’s Christmas Day!” For someone so small you wouldn’t expect her voice to be as ear-piercing as it is. She bursts into my room. “Wake up Chloe, wake up!” As much as I don’t appreciate being woken by a little demon screaming in my ear, I can’t help but feel comforted by her innocence and happiness. It brings me right back to a time when my only worries were learning my spellings and accidentally kicking my ball into the neighbour’s back garden. What I would do to go back to the simplicity of a little kid’s life. I tell Mia I’ll be down soon. She leaves happily and I hear her feet pitter-pattering down the stairs. I’m usually ecstatic on Christmas morning; it’s my favourite day of the year. But this time something feels different. I just don’t feel that Christmas joy. Maybe it’s because I can’t see the rest of my family, or that I wasn’t able to see my friends on Christmas Eve. Or maybe it’s just the toll that this year has taken on me; I’m weighed down so much by a feeling of hopelessness and loss of control that I just don’t feel the same excitement as usual. I slowly arise from my warm bed, only just realising how cold the air is. I look out my window. A blanket of powdery soft snow is spread across the garden. It’s the type of snow you see in those Christmas movies and think you’ll never get in Ireland. The whiteness of the snow almost seems to glow and sparkle. In that moment I feel like a little kid again, and all my sadness disappears. I race down the stairs and into the sitting room, picking Mia up like a potato sack. I run outside and toss her into the deep snow. It doesn’t hurt her at all; it's like falling straight onto a feather pillow. Her little giggle evokes a warm glimmer of joy. We’ve been outside for half an hour, but it only feels like ten minutes. “I’m going to make some hot chocolate, do you want some?” I ask Mia. “Yes please!” she cries enthusiastically. When we’re both in the kitchen, I realise Mia hasn’t even mentioned presents yet. I think I might have successfully distracted her from the gift-receiving part of Christmas for a moment, which is pretty much unheard of for a five-year-old kid who has been anticipating getting a new Barbie and maybe even an iPad, depending on how good she’s been... Mia’s chugging down her hot chocolate when our parents walk into the kitchen. “I see you guys are having fun,” my dad says with a big grin on his face. “I’m surprised Mia hasn’t torn open her presents yet”. Mia’s face suddenly sparks up. “Can we open them now?” she asks politely yet impatiently. Before Mum can even open her mouth to say “yes” Mia is already sprinting towards the living room. We spend the rest of the morning exchanging gifts. I love getting my new shoes, makeup, and clothes, but I much rather watch my family’s face light up when they open the gifts I got for them. Mum even tears up a bit when she looks through the photo album I made for her. It feels so different this year. Usually, I’m with my grandparents, aunties, uncles, and cousins, but this year it's just me, Mum, Dad, and Mia. I can’t help but miss seeing the rest of my family.
It’s around 11 o’clock now and Mum is making dinner. Everyone knows the dinner is Dad’s favourite part of Christmas, but I much rather the turkey sandwiches afterward. At 3 o’clock we all sit down at the table. The spread is beautiful. The turkey sits in the middle of the table, with lots of dishes placed around it. There’s a plate of ham, roast vegetables, creamy mashed potatoes, gravy, and Brussel sprouts that I will not be going anywhere near. Red candles are scattered around the elegantly dressed table. We have the laptop set up at the end of the table, so we can talk to our extended family over Zoom. The second I see my relatives on the computer screen something inside me lights up. That part of Christmas that was missing is instantly found. We chat and laugh for hours. We play party games, like Charades and Pictionary. It’s somehow even more fun through Zoom. I feel normal again. Christmas 2020 is one that I will remember for the rest of my life. I might not want to have a Christmas in these circumstances again, but I’m happy to have experienced it. No virus can ever take away the joy of Christmas.
Aideen Boland TYB
The Night Before Christmas It was the night before Christmas. The snow-laden ground glistened in the moonlight and the icy wind whipped and howled around the house. From the cosy couch, I could smell the rich scents of baking cinnamon buns and hot cocoa on the boil. The warmth of the crackling fire in the living room had made my cheeks flush pink and had brought on a pleasant sleepiness that would make any cat completely envious. Wandering through to the kitchen, I had my heart set on those mini marshmallows that I knew were waiting tauntingly in the cupboard. There was a swish of nightgown as my Nanna turned from the stove to face me - she ALWAYS caught me in the act of doing something that I shouldn’t be!! It was her God-given talent!! “Hmmm…?” I said, with feigned innocence. Raising one carefully plucked eyebrow, she grinned and replied, “I was saving those for myself and wasn’t planning on sharing them!” Just then, we heard a soft tap...tap...tap...at the front door. It was barely audible. “Who would be out at this time of night?” Padding over to the door, I opened it a crack. In front of me stood the strangest little creature I had ever seen, only as big as my hand. Imagine something between a gremlin, a hamster, my fluffy winter socks and a ball...and there you have it! I stared at it for a moment, not sure if I should invite it in, stomp on it or chase it away! Just then, I felt my nose tickle...then tickle some more...until I let out a whopping SNEEZE! Just behind me, my Nan did the same and I felt a fine spray on the back of my neck (thanks Nan!). To our astonishment, the little creature-bug began to whimper and then broke into a fullblown wail! Between sobs and sniffs, she said, “This always happens to me! Everyone is allergic to me!” Still standing, mouths agape, Nan and I looked at each other, unsure of what to do next. Before we knew it, the little creature-bug had pushed her way through the door and into the house. She plopped down on the floor, still sniffling. She looked so sad, all hunched over and her arms lying limply on the wooden floor beside her. Being the nurturer that Nan is renowned for, she quickly grabbed her fireside blanket and placed it over the quivering little creature. “There, there now,” she said in soothing tones, “you’re alright.”
Feeling like I should be doing something, I grabbed the smallest teacup that I could find, filled it with steaming cocoa and handed it to the little creature-bug who, by this point, had been ushered by Nan into a seat beside the fire. “Okay, little bug, tell us your story...who...and what are you?” I said, still a touch weary of this strange little force of nature. “My name is Covid-19 but you can call me Covey. I come from a little village called Wuhan in China where I used to live with my person. One day, my person became very ill and died, leaving me to wander the streets looking for a new home.” Nan handed her a tissue and she blew her nose hard, letting out a squeak. “I went from person to person, village to village, town to town and, eventually, country to country in search of a place to belong. So badly did I want to be a part of the world that I made more and more of me to send out into the world”. Looking down, and a little ashamed, she continued, “The more families I tried to belong to, the more people got sick and started dying. The world started wearing face masks and washed their hands every time they touched me. They stayed at home and children couldn’t go to school. I was dirty. I was evil. And nobody loved me. Eventually, I realised that I needed to change my ways” “You poor thing,” said Nan, “What are you going to do?” “I have decided to change my ways and change my name! No more hatred, no more lockdown, no more illness...no more Covid-19! I’ll now be known as Vaccine. I will be there to help people and will finally be in the arms of everyone and will feel loved.” I said “Oh, Vaccine, you brave little soldier! We will help you to achieve your goal and finally find acceptance in this world. Please stay the night and have Christmas dinner with us tomorrow. After that, we will take you to the University of Oxford where you will be able to help them help the world.” Covey spent the night in front of the fire beneath the soft, fireside blanket, feeling, at last, that she had found her path and found her purpose. By Nicole Howard- Browne TY A : Third prizewinner in DEC short story competition 2021
Christmas 2020 As expected, Christmas 2020 provided a weird ending to a very weird year. The run up to Christmas this year was very different, as everything else was. Everyone was worried if Santa was going to be able to come or would he perhaps catch covid from going down so many chimneys. Masks thankfully solved that problem. Families were worried about how quiet their Christmas dinner would be. Would it just be their own family? Which for many would likely end in a fight after the long months trapped in the house together or would they be surrounded by cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents for another year of celebrations? Some families, like my own, were happy to spend Christmas day just with their closest family. We were lucky enough that the easing of restrictions at the time let my granda visit us from Monaghan for a few days as he does every year. A tradition that I really enjoy is every Christmas Eve my dad and I go shopping to buy presents for my mum, we enjoy the buzz rush of leaving it until last minute. However we didn't know if that would be possible this year, whether the shops would even be open and if so would the shelves be cleared and the selection of clothes be minimal. As well as the fact my dad was working long hard hours in ICU in Derry with covid patients so if things were looking busy, it was possible he might have to work on Christmas Eve this year. Fortunately, he was able to get off and we were able to keep up the tradition and go shopping. The shopping centre was like a ghost town, it was so quiet. Usually it has a real festive buzz on Christmas Eve as all the excited shoppers finish up their last few pieces for the next day. However this year there were very few people about and not much Christmas cheer under all the masks and hand sanitizer, but we still made the most of it and had a good day. Then came my favourite part of Christmas Eve: mass. It’s unusual for someone my age to enjoy Mass but there's just something about Christmas Eve mass that makes me so happy and puts me in the best mood. Picture this, it’s a crisp cold night and everyone is wrapped up in coats and hats and all in good spirits. As the night goes on, 200 or so people all pile into a little chapel at 6 o'clock clock, squashed into seats together with people they don't even know, the walls lined with people who were not early enough to get a seat, but nobody minds. They say a few prayers and sing some Christmas carols. The priest reminds us how far away Santa is, the five advent candles are finally all lit and all the people at the back try to see the altar over the Christmas hats. Then the mass ends and everyone goes outside to meet their friends and have a chat before heading home for the exciting night ahead. That's what Christmas Eve mass is usually like. This year however, my family arrived at the chapel just before 6, hoping to get a seat as they had now been reduced due to covid. Once the mass was starting there was in total, 26 people gathered for mass. It was actually quite sad looking around to see everyone with masks on, very little Christmas cheer and not even able to sit beside other families or friends. The mass was like every other Sunday mass and just didn't hold that special feeling. This was all due to covid. In that moment I would have given anything to rewind a year and have Christmas Eve of 2019 again.
Then it was Christmas day. Our Christmas day was the same as it usually is. My brother and I ran down the stairs to see if Santa had come, which he had. Then my mum made us all and my Granda breakfast, and then we watched some films before having our Christmas dinner. We played some board games and then had a few Zoom calls with our family members we couldn't see that day. We made the most of a bad situation and really enjoyed ourselves. However for some families it was a very strange day, the visiting of family members couldn't take place and if it did it was through windows, standing out in the cold. If anyone did manage to see family indoors masks had to be worn and there would have been no hugs. Some families even had separate tables for separate families for the Christmas dinner! I hope we never have another Christmas like the one of 2020. By Ellie McAllister
Christmas 2020 I woke up and looked at my phone. Wednesday, 23rd of December; We had finished school a couple of days before, all I had done so far was take things easy. The festive feeling was really just starting. From the cheesy songs on the radio, to the Santa masks people were wearing. For a while I almost forgot about the pandemic that was raging throughout the world. Christmas is usually a time of peace and happiness. And after the year we had just endured I think we all deserved a real break. School is hard enough at the best of times but wearing masks all the time, makes it ten times worse. I had got used to wearing the mask but my asthma flares up when I wear it for a long time. On the last day there were only about half of the class in attendance, the silence was eerie, the troublemakers of the class had bunked off and gone to town. Since we had very few people present, we were allowed to use our devices for most of the day. When the home time bell rang out, we all breathed a sigh of relief. We were going to miss school but presents, seeing family and good food might make up for it. Back to the 23rd I slowly rolled out of bed and dressed myself, donning a red Nike hoodie, blue Vans and Adidas tracksuit bottoms. I looked at my drawer with concern I only had one pair of socks left, the washing machine had been broken since Halloween, we had been washing our clothes at our granny's house since then. After I got dressed mum called me to help put up the decorations. Our family always put them up late. I trudged downstairs and met my mother at the bottom. She greeted me with a smile and a hug. Today was the anniversary of my dad’s untimely death. He had a brain tumour and died peacefully. He was a great man, loving, caring, strong as an ox and smart. He shouldn't have been taken away from us so soon. I glanced at the photo on the wall of our hallway. It was a family photo of us all at Alton towers. When I look at it I feel love and warmth, but I also feel pain and sorrow. It's hard to imagine it was only three years ago he was taken away from us. We used to have a tradition that every Christmas Eve, we would watch Star Wars: A New Hope. We still keep that tradition going. Mum called me, i snapped out of my thoughts and replied, “Yeah?” she shouted back down the hall, “Get your shoes on we're going to Supervalu”. I sighed and looked down to see I had already put them on. I walked out to the car calling behind me. “Hurry up, let’s go” “Alright, alright, keep your hair on” So we clambered into our 12 year old Suzuki. As old and battered as it was we did a pretty good job of keeping it clean. The car coughed into life and we drove down the road. We were unusually quiet. I tried breaking the silence by asking, “What are we getting in Supervalu?” “Well we have to get stuff for Christmas dinner, chocolates and wine for presents, and so on. But for a treat I'll let you pick some things out for the film tomorrow” I smiled at her and sat back in my seat. We arrived at Supervalu and we spent about five minutes just looking for a parking space. It seems everyone had the same idea as us. We eventually found a spot right at the back of the car park and slid into it. We opened the
doors and walked halfway across the car park before looking at each other with shock and realising that we didn't have masks. We ran back to the car and opened the glove box and breathed a sigh of relief to find the masks we had brought. We walked all the way back over to the shop and went in, I rubbed hand sanitizer into my hands and felt an intense burning sensation. I had cut my hand in school after a bad fall. I gritted my teeth and ignored the pain. We went through the shop and bought everything we needed, I chose a bucket of popcorn and mum bought her supplies. We dragged the shopping back to the car, and drove home. We entered the house and put away the groceries. The rest of the day I went upstairs and played on my Xbox. Fast forward to Christmas Eve, mum and I were sitting on the sofa, watching Star Wars and eating popcorn. “I turned to my mum and asked, “Will we ever have a normal Christmas again?” My mum replied “It's not about being normal, it's just about enjoying it.'' I hugged my mum and closed my eyes, trying to remember my dad here with me. The image was vivid, he was on the furthest left, stroking his beard and smiling. I was happy. I looked at the Christmas tree and smiled contentedly. By Noah Cavanagh 2B : third place in Donegal Education centre’s short story competition
Sixth Year Christmas Reflections 2020 Covid 19 has changed my life in a lot of ways since the beginning of the pandemic. I remember thinking it was nothing to worry about in January, but I was wrong. When lockdown came, I was fine with quarantining as long as I was protecting myself and stopping the spread. Luckily, the weeks of quarantine became the healthiest weeks of my life with all the exercise I did. Then the restrictions eased and it was good. However, I miss the way life was like most people. I miss crowded buses, concerts, busy nightclubs and restaurants. I miss sitting right beside my friends in school. Although, I am enjoying this renewed sense of unity from the country to defeat the virus. Life goes on and we will get through this. We will soon get a vaccine and our lives will go back to normal. (Harry Boyce)
It's been a weird year so far, as we are going through a pandemic. It's been hard for everyone to adjust to the changes. A mask is one of the things we can't leave the house without now, did we really think this would happen? If you told us this will be the new ‘normal’ a year ago we wouldn’t have believed it. As much as there have been a lot of bad incidents a lot of good things have come out of it, climate change has benefited a lot from it. There will always be good in bad situations. As we have seen this year. This year has taught me to take it day by day and appreciate the small things in life and especially the people around you, as you don't know how fast someone can be taken away from us. Everything is going to be alright. (Tara Farren) It has been a bleaker year than usual, yet there is always light to be seen. In the smile of a friend, in a ray of light between the clouds. We should all cherish our family and friends and those around us, you never know the last time you could see them. We need to be there for each other, especially these days. Use this difficult time as an opportunity- an opportunity to reach out to old friends, and make new friends. We can never know when someone needs a ray of hope in their lives. We need to show each other love, encouragement, and empathy during this difficult time. As Thomas Aquinas once said, ‘To love is to will the good of another’- see the good in others, and in life, even if it may be difficult. (Alanna Lenaghan) This year has certainly been a testing time for all of us. As a sixth-year student, the year has been full of uncertainty. Will our leaving cert resort to predicted grades? What is the real impact of six months of learning from home? I found these questions to be frightening and insidious. Yet, I learned --slowly--that this is a problem we can only meet as it comes. All students are in the same place, and during this year, I have felt a stronger sense of community than ever. Our community has been hampered by loss but with it has also come healing. I have learned the resilience and strength of my character; of everyone's character, from my parents, to my teachers, and to all the people doing front-line work. I have learned to appreciate the simpler things in life, and the dedication and commitment all my teachers have to their students. From this point forward, we need to support each other. Whether it be with kind words, or small acts of generosity, we are all in this together. (Sarah Michaelides)
Humans are notorious for taking things for granted. We often take the saying “don't take things for granted” quite literally for granted, we fail to see the true importance of this saying. It's sadly something most of us never learn till something or someone is taken away for us, because after all there's nothing that can prepare us for something like this when it happens. 2020 has been a tough pill to swallow. It seems to have been a never ending series of unfortunate events. It started with Covid-19 spreading from one country to another, killing thousands of people. When covid eventually reached Ireland, we were deprived from our everyday normal, the things most of us took for granted. First schools closed, for what we thought was for only 2 weeks, but little did we know it would last for 3 long months, resulting in many students losing out on education. Then public places such as gyms, hairdressers and restaurants were forced to shut, many people lost were their jobs and business owners financially unable to keep their business a float. As humans are social creatures, being unable to see family members and friends can take its toll on one's mental stability.Many people are now frontline workers, most of us would never have thought we would be. As Covid cases increase by the day, with no solution, it makes us think will there be an end to this? Life is too short, do the things that you are scared to do, tell your friends and family you love them, don't leave arguments unsolved, start living your life to the fullest, you never know what's around the corner. 2020 has certainly been a life lesson to us all. (Orlagh McDaid) This Christmas I am thankful for my health and that of my family and friends. Although this year has been challenging for everybody. Christmas is a chance to reflect and to see how far we have come. My perspective on everything has changed. I don’t care about meaningless things anymore. I am just grateful for what I have. Although Covid has changed many parts of our lives recently, there is a small childlike part of us which loves Christmas and feels excited about it. There is no doubt that Santa will be out on his sleigh on Christmas Eve delivering presents to all of the children without even a sniffle. Maybe the kids will even leave out some hand sanitizer along with the mince pies and Rudolph's carrot. We must at all costs keep Santa safe! (Caitlin McNally)
There have been far too many tragedies and uncertainties in our community as a whole this year. As a community we have all experienced harsh lessons over the past twelve months. Unfortunately at the minute we are all going through daily battles and fights with coronavirus. It has nearly been a year since it all started and it doesn't look like it's getting much better at the moment. If life has taught us one thing it would be to live each day as if it is your last. I know that statement is quite deep but in a lot of ways it is the truth. We have to find a way to be happy and stay happy, that seems difficult at this time but if we are happier as a community then there is a better chance we can get through the tough times. Aristotle once stated “Happiness is a state of activity”. I think this is a great quote for everyone to acknowledge. So I urge everyone to try their best to be happy. I know there are going to be hard days where you will struggle to find light. However, if we stick together then everything will be okay in the long run. (Brenan Moore)
Sixth Year Christmas Reflections 2020 “Individually we are one drop, together we are an ocean”. During this time, we need to support each other through this. It’s a darker time than it normally would be this time of year for the community. But, we as a whole need to look at the joys life gives us, the little things If we all just have a little hope we will get through this together. (Ciara Breslin)
I hope you see the light in every day no matter how small and fall in love with it even in the Dark. Jessica Moir
Fairtrade Fortnight 2021
Nationally, Fairtrade fortnight was celebrated from 22nd February to 7th March, 2021. As a follow up to this, Moville Community College organised a number of activities and competitions in the school in many subjects on the theme of Fairtrade. We hope that students enjoyed participating in these activities in English, Global Citizenship and Home Economics. It was great to see such a strong example of cross curricular learning. First year English students did some great poems on the topic of Fairtrade, Second year English classes made comic strips and some Leaving Certificate English classes explored the topic of pay inequality. In Home Economics, Second year students did posters on all aspects of Fairtrade eg from foods to flowers. Third year HE students focussed on fashion looking at Fairtrade cotton. Second year Global Citizenship covered the topic also.
Many competitions were run and prizes awarded thanks to WWGS funding and the help of the parents’ committee.We appreciate all this help and support in encouraging our students and making this a success. Our next project will be to renew the Fairtrade status of our school awarded a few years ago.
Fairtrade Fortnight 2021
Second Year Fairtrade competition winners
Award Winning Comic Strips by Ghita & Aoibhin
Fairtrade Poems Fairtrade farmers Always working…. In the toughest conditions Really are The heroes. Remember the logo And buy those products. Definitely Fairtrade are the coolest Everyone knows that!
Chocolate is a popular food Overpaid companies, underpaid workers, Cocoa is not the only one, coffee, banana, sugar, cotton Oils from nuts, chocolate from cocoa All this unfairness fought by Fairtrade By Luke Doherty
By Noel Shibu
Fair money for disadvantaged farmers Adequate supplies for produce In terrible conditions still having income Regular pay for everyone Tasty products going to a good cause Real farmers building friendships with Amazing communities. Destroyed areas, communities getting on Everyone has a fair chance.
Direct Provision By Clara Mulhall
Direct Provision Talk I found Nura’s story very interesting. I had never heard someone talk who had to go through the direct provision system. I was unaware of how badly the system treats the people in it. I felt bad for Nura because she was trying to get better living conditions than in Somalia and she ended up in a direct provision centre where the conditions are arguably just as bad, if not worse. Nura’s story about how her friend gave her a rice cooker so she could have some comfort from home made me feel very sorry for her. I thought it was extremely unfair when she had it taken off her for no obvious reason. She also told us about how much colder the nights are in Ireland compared to Somalia and on top of this she didn’t have enough blankets for herself and her baby. The people staying in direct provision aren’t treated like humans at all. From what Nura told us, they are given the bare minimum to survive on. It was heart-breaking to hear that she had to bring her baby to A&E and it was only then that social workers stepped in and made an inspection of the centre. I don’t blame the social worker for reacting in the way she did. It was great to hear that Nura’s living conditions did improve while she was there. Nura’s story relates to many of the global goals but the main ones that stood out for me were No Poverty and Sustainable Cities and Communities. No one should have to go homeless, especially in Ireland where there are thousands of vacant homes across the country. If we gave these homes to the homeless it would give them the support they need to get a job or take care of their families This would lead to more sustainable communities because more people would be working and thereby growing the economy. This would also help people like Nura tell their stories and to raise more awareness about this issue
First Year HE Recycling Projects Well done to all the first year Home Economics students on their beautiful creations. They were made using old materials that they had at home. The idea was to create an item using waste materials at home and create a new useful item. This item could be practical or decorative. This topic is part of the topic “Sustainable Living” where students look at our impact on the environment and how to reduce the amount of waste we produced. All the teachers and SNAs in the HE department were so impressed with all the hard work shown in the projects. It was also lovely to hear how students came up with their ideas and see the item at our online “Show & Tell” classes before the February break. We have attached some photos of the first year projects to inspire others. This project also ties in directly with Global Goal 12.
The projects made by first years vary from pencil holders, piggy banks, bird feeders, toys to lamps.The beautiful map of North and South America is made from plastic bottle tops.The map not only uses waste plastic but it was made to show the continent which produces the most plastic waste.Metal bottle caps were used to make a horse decoration and another student even made their own paper and diary
First Year HE Recycling Projects
Child’s toy and bird feeder
Plant holder and table lamp
These are only a selection of the wonderful projects done at home. Well done to all!
Global Citizenship in MCC
Global Citizenship (Development Education) has been a module in the TY programme of our school for some time now. We are delighted to be part of both the “EU Get Up & Goals” programme and the “Worldwise Global Schools” programme which assist us by providing support, inservice and funding. We are fortunate that this has been expanded on further by integrating Global Citizenship into the Junior Cycle this year. Ms.Mc Laughlin is now teaching this subject to 2nd years. This will mean more detailed work can be done in TY as students will already have a foundation in this area. 2nd years were busy this year with their new subject.So far this year they have covered: Global Goals with
each student picking one to look at in depth. Climate change Reducing household waste Biodiversity: each student made a home or feeder for wildlife Fairtrade
TY students also began their year with an introduction to the 17 Sustainable Development Goals (Global goals). They looked at many aspects of inequality in the world eg access to food, medicine, education. TY students engaged in many outdoor games to highlight these issues. They also watched “The First Grader” film which highlighted many Global issues. This term students did projects on inspirational people across the world and the whole area of discrimination. During the lockdown, students not only worked on their individual project the class also linked in with the “Mind the Gap” group based in west Cork. We had two guest speakers who joined TYB class, Arran and Nura. Nura is originally from Somalia and shared her amazing story with the class. We hope to do further cross curricular work with “Mind the Gap” and “The Hollies” outdoor centre last term. Despite the tough year, students adapted so well to new ways of learning outdoors and at home. Well done!
The First Grader Film Review
This film reflects many global goals, and it contains many different themes. The film is about an elderly man named Kimani Ng’ang’a Maruge, but in the film everyone knows him as Maruge. Maruge is an 84 years old. The film shows us that Maruge had a terrible childhood and he never had a proper chance to attend school. In his earlier days Maruge had a wife and a child and they were killed right in front of his eyes. The British armies had soldiers taking over villages and tribes all over Kenya, unfortunately Maruge’s village was attacked, which caused his family to be taken away from him. Maruge had no chance of an education when he was a child as Kenya was very poor and there was poverty everywhere. This film deals a lot with poverty, the eradication of which is one of the global goals. When Maruge was growing up, he had no chance of an education as Kenya was very poor at the time. He experienced a lot of conflict in his earlier years as he was also tortured by British soldiers. Maruge was whipped, had his toes cut off and a pencil was forced into his ear.
Maruge could not read nor write when he was growing up. People in the streets of Kenya traded anything they have for the chance of a little bit of money, such as chickens, cows, clothes etc. In the streets of Kenya, women laid down huge sheets or blankets and had items on them to sell or trade; this is a very common thing in Kenya.
Kenya does not have a good health care system like we do. Children are not able to receive the proper injections they need when they are born so many many children grow up with disabilities, they also do not have great eyesight or hearing. Good health and well being is another global goal and the people in Kenya are so poor that they could not afford medicine or injections like we in Ireland can. Maruge had a limp and was a little bit deaf as his family did not have enough money to buy medicine or even to attend a doctor .
The right to an education is also a global goal. Maruge did not have this right when he was a child as his family was too poor to send him to school, only the families that had money were able to attend school.As Maruge grew up, and the British finally left his village , all he wanted was the chance of an education. Maruge wanted to read and write more than anything, but the price for an education was still very high and he knew he had no chance. As Maruge reached into his later years he still wanted the right to free education. But the chance suddenly came as he reached the age of 84. The people of Kenya were being given this chance and of course every parent put their child's name down. Maruge had heard about this and he made for the school right away. He was so happy that after all these years he finally had a chance to have a free education. When Maruge arrived at the school to ask if he was able to attend, he was immediately turned away as he was too old. Maruge was determined not to give up, so he told the teachers that were working there that he would even buy the school uniform and the school shoes, they sent him away not believing him, but the next day he showed up wearing the uniform. The teachers finally agreed to take him in, this made Maruge so happy as he was finally getting the chance to learn how to read. At that time, the school was very small and there was only one primary school with 200 children attending it. This meant that four children had to share one desk, but no one minded because they were all too excited to be attending school
The First Grader Film Review
Maruge was recorded to be the oldest man to attend a primary school. Men would jeer at Maruge at the chance of wanting an education everyday, but he paid no attention to them. Eventually Maruge was asked to leave the children's school and he had to attend an adults school, but he did not enjoy this at all because none of the adults actually wanted to learn. He fought with all his might to be allowed to attend the primary school again and he finally won. He even got the chance to be the teacher’s assistant and learn how to read and write at the one time. Overall I thought this was a very enjoyable film because of the ending. I liked how Maruge was able to stay on at the primary school even though he was an 84 year old man. I liked how realistic the film was, because it gave the viewers the chance to see what life was really like in poorer countries such as Kenya. It gave us a chance to see how lucky we really are because we have the chance to a free education and we have classrooms that can hold up to 30 desks, which means we do not have to share desks like people in poorer countries do. We also don't have people attacking our countries and killing our families, this is being done in countries like Kenya because of racism and so on I would rate this film an 8/10, this film would be suitable for children aged 13 plus, as this film contains some violent scenes. By Erin Mullan TY
50 Miles in March Challenge
This project was a joint venture between the Home Economics & PE departments to promote good health and well being in the school community and beyond. It gave everyone an incentive to get out into the fresh air to improve our physical and mental well being. It tied in perfectly with the school’s “Cycle Against Suicide” committee in promoting this. It also gave a great sense of “community” as students and staff checked in with each other to see how they were doing and spur each other on. Roles even got reversed a bit as students checked in to see how the teachers were getting on. The second aspect to this was the option to support the “Children in Crossfire” group who support so many disadvantaged children around the world. We decided not to distribute sponsorship cards but rather gave students and staff the option of making a donation at the end of the challenge.Those who wished to contribute registered to receive a t-shirt for their efforts also. Well done to all the organisers and those who took part. It was a welcome idea and a perfect reason to make the most of getting outdoors.Perhaps it will become an annual event!
First Year Fabulous Creations
We were very impressed with the great work that went on at home during these restrictions. First year students sampling Home Economics made some beautiful creations to mark another unusual St.Patrick’s ’s Day. We truly do have some great bakers in the making. Below are some samples of baking from First Year HE students.
Amy McCauley & Aoibhin Taylor
First Year Fabulous Creations
Anna Byrne, Honey McIlmoyle & Scott Gourley
Then, we have all the lovely Easter baking too!
Cian McNamee, Megan Booker & Aylah Marie O’Donavan
Well done to all the First Years on all their great work while studying from home. From the Home Economics Department
And Finally ..… The Junk Kouture FINAL!!!
On the 23rd November 2020, Regina Dolce attended the long awaited Junk Kouture Final at Castle Leslie, Co. Monaghan. Due to Covid 19, the Junk Kouture final was televised rather than a live show in the 3Arena, Dublin.
Regina Dolce finalists Ella McKenna & Mairead McLaughlin had an early start prepping hair, make-up and Costume. Ella’s beautiful make-up was created by our own very talented 6th year Cara McLaughlin. The girls worked endlessly on their costume creating the most indulgent Italian inspired creation.
The final was televised on 4th February 2021 at 7pm on RTE2. Ella performed amazingly, she was very professional. Moville Community College were so proud of the girls and their fantastic achievement.
Well done Ella & Mairead
Lockdown Lives Before the lockdown began I spent most of my free time either hanging out with friends or dancing at my studio in Letterkenny. I had just turned 15 when the lockdown started, and now I’m 16. I have to admit that my experience of the pandemic has been relatively positive, especially in comparison to some people. I live in a big enough house with my parents. I realized how much of a blessing that is when my friends would be complaining to me about noisy siblings and how they don’t have any space. I feel that my experience of the lockdown would have been much different if I was living in a cramped house without any personal space, I know I would have found it very difficult. As I said, I live with my mum and dad. I have a brother, but he lives in Galway. It’s been quite hard not being able to see him, usually we would see him at least every few months. I also haven’t seen any of my extended family since before the lockdown, most of my
relatives live in other parts of the country and England, so I won’t be able to see them until after restrictions have been lifted. Of course, the availability of apps like Zoom have made the situation a lot easier to bear. We had a family Zoom every week for the first few months of the lockdown, and we still have them pretty regularly. For some reason at the beginning of the lockdown I had a really difficult time staying in touch with my friends. I have social media and have always used things like Snapchat and Instagram to talk with my friends, but I found that when I would try to talk to my friends online during the lockdown it would just remind me of the fact that I wasn’t able to hang out with them in person and I didn’t know when I would be able to, so I stopped texting people as much. This lasted for the first month or so, until I realized that it was having a very negative effect on my mental health. During the lockdown I had plenty to keep me busy. Dance was something I filled up my time with pre-lockdown, and it is something that was easy to implement into lockdown life. We’ve had dance classes on Zoom since the beginning of quarantine. Dance is also great because it’s both a creative outlet and a great form of exercise. Right now I’m doing 9 hours of dance a week, and when I look back I realize that if I didn’t have dance my mental and physical health wouldn’t be where it is now. Another way I’ve been using my time during lockdown is by reading. I used to love reading as a kid, but I stopped when I was around 13. I slowly started reading again towards the end of 2019, and really got back into it during the lockdown. Reading to me is a form of escapism, and is something that really helped me when the lockdown started to weigh on me and I just felt like I needed a break. As strange as this experience has been, I feel it’s definitely something that we will share with our children and even our grandchildren. We’ve lived through such unprecedented times, and I hope I will remember it forever. As hard as it was, weirdly I think I’m going to look back on this time with fondness. I feel like that’s how it always goes. For example, when we think back to our early childhood, we just remember the good parts, like it’s been glazed over. I feel like over time I’m going to forget about the hard parts, and just remember going on daily walks, zooms with family and friends, and, most importantly, the joy I will have felt when all of this is over. I honestly didn’t struggle too much with doing schoolwork online. I actually enjoyed being able to go at my own pace, and even more I just enjoyed having something to do. What I really missed was being able to see my friends and classmates in school. I missed the silly things, like trying to read your friend’s lips while they try to tell you something from across the classroom, or chatting with the person beside you while you’re at your locker. I was in 3rd year when the lockdown started, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t relieved when the Junior Cert was cancelled. Now I’m in TY, and it’s kind of disappointing that I didn’t get to have the whole experience, like going on trips. At the same time, I’m happy I don’t have to worry about my Leaving Cert right now and hopefully by the time I start 5th year there won’t be any worry about if schools will stay open. By: Aideen Boland
Lockdown Lives My life during lockdown was both good and bad. The good thing about being in lockdown was that I could spend quality time with my family everyday. We could go on walks and we could play games like football, Gaelic and basketball. Another good thing about lockdown is that I can wear my own comfy warm clothes instead of wearing the dreaded school uniforms. Another advantage about it is that I can go outside and play football, basketball by myself whenever I want. I have also learned new hobbies such as cooking, gardening and painting. I have learned how to bake stuff like cakes, muffins and croissants. I have also planted daffodils and roses. I have made multiple bird boxes with my dad out of recycled materials like wood from old furniture and plastic from old pipes. I have painted a couple of pictures as well. The worst thing about being in lockdown is that I cannot visit my Nana who lives by herself in Derry. I also can’t visit my Granny who lives in Greencastle because she has just had a big operation at the hospital so I can’t visit her in case she gets Covid-19. Another bad thing about being in lockdown is that I am very bored because I cannot visit any of my friends and I can’t hang out with them and play stuff like football and gaelic. Another negative aspect that is that I cannot go to school and interact with my friends and teachers I do miss going to school because I believe that I learn better in school than I do at my house. I also miss playing football at break time with my friends. I am excited to be going back to school on April the 12th. Another thing that is bad about being in lockdown is that my football and gaelic training have been cancelled and therefore there is nothing for me to do during the week. Another thing that is a disadvantage about having no training is that my fitness level has gone down a lot. Now I hope the government will give us news soon on when football and gaelic training will be allowed back on. I hope Covid will continue to fade and that everyone's lives will go back to normal and I also hope that my life will go back to normal so I can finish experiencing my childhood before I go into adulthood. I also hope I can visit my Nana and my Granny who are currently isolating in their houses by themselves. I also hope when I go back to school next year we won’t have to wear masks in classes and we will be allowed to mix with one another. I just hope that everyone will listen to the guidelines that have been given by the government and we will get through these tough times times in our lives. Vernon Kelly
Living through a Pandemic We are now in the third wave of coronavirus in Ireland and I thought it would be a good idea to write about my experiences. I remember that glorious day of Wednesday the 11th of March, we had been getting daily reassurance that everything was fine and under control and that under no condition would schools be closing. Oh how wrong that was, for a mere hour later while we sat in our maths class unaware of the plans down in Dublin, there came a knock at the door, one of the teachers wanted to speak to our Maths teacher and we naive students thought nothing of it. It was only when our teacher returned with a puzzled look on his face that we started to ponder. “I have an announcement,” he declared. “Today is your last day in school here, the government has put us in lock-down until Easter ''. If you could look back at that day you would see a reflection of children during Christmas gleaming on our faces, we had just been told there was no more school for 2 weeks … or at least we thought that 2 weeks of peace we dreamt of, over time it blossomed into a most astounding 3-month absence from school twined with a scorching summer holiday. Neither us students nor the teachers stepped foot in that school until September started. Oh how I miss those days. The first lockdown was by far my favourite of the lockdowns. The peace, the weather, the quiet roads, it was bliss. When we got off school I was offered a job by my cousin to help him with farming. I accepted it immediately. Just 3 weeks after we locked down, I had a job to spend my days at. I loved those days. I would rise at about 7:30 am and go and check my sheep for they were lambing and then check my father’s cows for they were calving and he was stranded 3,800 miles away on the coast of Ghana on a crude oil tanker. After checking our farm, I would then fuel myself breakfast for the day’s work ahead at Stroove farm, when finished at Stroove I would repeat the day in reverse by going to see dad’s cows again and then my sheep followed by a big dinner. The reason I adored this period was due to having my hands full with farming and calvings and lambings. I didn't have a minute to sit, but I didn't mind. When I think back to the first lockdown I remember one day when I was at the bottom of Stroove head on what's known as the “speckled rocks”, I was walking along the beach and the sea was like a vast blue mirror and the rocks and the shrubbery were camouflages of grey green growing horizontally off the cliff. As I walked on the beach with the sun splitting the stones and a flock of sheep at my heels while I bribed them with meal I truly believed this was heaven and in that little slice of heaven I stood in my red boiler suit with sunburn while modelling my mother’s best attempt at a haircut. But as they say all good things must come to an end, sadly that lockdown did as well. We all returned to school on the first of September and once more naively, thought it was over. But oh no, for we didn't realise that we were in the midst of the calm before the storm. From September to December, a mere 3 months we tried to live life and accept the changes enforced, yet once again covid felt the need to be the nightmare in our lives. due to this, when it came time for us to return from our Christmas holidays, those making the decisions in government buildings thought it was time for us to stay at home … AGAIN.
So once more we are told we would be off for two weeks and then another 2 weeks. All the time we sat there with our teachers in online classes, assigning and handing in work, while also trying to figure out if we would have a Leaving Cert to study for. Reluctantly those in charge agreed to have a traditional Leaving Cert partnered with a predicted/calculated/accredited (seriously just pick a name and stick with it). Eventually on the 1st of March we 6th years returned to school to finish our Leaving Certificate after being in and out of school like a seesaw So to conclude this essay, here I sit, an arduous but also delightful year later from first being told we would lock down, writing this essay to hopefully pass my Leaving Cert. I'm sure that one day we will get out of this lockdown and see the backend of Coronavirus dwindle away, but I don't know when that may come and neither do I know if we will delve into another or if we can finally see light at the end of the tunnel. Either way I just hope we get back to normal soon By Peter Hegarty, 6th year
Lockdown Lives It was a random Tuesday afternoon in the middle of March of 2020 when we were given the news that we were getting two 2 weeks off school. I was on my way to my T.G class with a few other friends from the class when Ms Kelly stopped us and told us to get everything we needed out of our lockers. She said we would be doing online learning for 2 weeks and to make sure we had Google Classroom codes for each of our classes. I remember being so happy to get a two week break from school, everyone was thinking the same thing, that we were so lucky to get an extra mid-term break. But after the first week I realised that online learning was not what I expected it to be. It was difficult and confusing and disorganized and very different to what everyone was used to. The work was coming in fast and there was lots of it, I found myself struggling to keep up and to keep myself on the same school timetable when I was at home. I fell back on a lot of the work and struggled to take the work as seriously as I did when we were in school. I told myself not to worry; it was only for 2 weeks. The two weeks turned into four which turned into an estimated two months left everyone with all sorts of panic. My sister was a 6th year student and I was in 3rd year so we were both concerned about how our exams would were going to go ahead. We had only covered half of the courses we were supposed to and there was a small chance of us being able to sit them in person. It got to the point where I wasn’t sure putting myself through the stress of doing all the online work was worth it if there were going to be no exams. The uncertainty of everything was overwhelming and confusing. The Junior Cert exams ended up being cancelled and the Leaving Cart was left to calculated grades, and those estimated 2 months turned into the rest of the school year. The first lockdown itself, notwithstanding the schoolwork, was terrible. Early April to late June was mentally the lowest I’ve ever been. I have never felt more isolated and unmotivated. It was the small things I missed like going down to see my great uncle Jos, who lives right below me and how all my cousins and aunts and uncles used to come down to him every Sunday to have tea. I missed seeing my friends and interacting with people. Everything was so repetitive and there was too much structure to the point where I didn’t want any structure at all. I started going to sleep late and waking up late and missing classes and letting things build up. I wasn’t eating properly or getting enough exercise. My whole day revolved around a screen. I had no reason to do anything, everything seemed so pointless. In July and August however things really started looking up, a lot of restrictions were lifted and I was able to see a lot of my friends and we were going to the beach, and going on cycles and walks and just meeting up again and it was going really good. It was then that I realised how sociable I am and how such a large part of my happiness depends on my friends and being socially active. We went back to school with masks and social distancing in September and I think it went really well. I found the school work so much easier when it was in-person learning and it made me appreciate being around my friend’s everyday so much more.
I got a job in October, in a Chinese that my sister had worked at before she gave her job to me so she could go to college. At the start I hated it, there were aspects of it that I really enjoyed, I liked my co-worker as there were as only two of us and I liked interacting with the customers but I was working six days a week at one point while being at school at the same time, my hours were 4:30 p.m. to 10 pm everyday so I would go straight from school to work. This was also very overwhelming for me and I really, really disliked my job. This lockdown however has been going so much better. I am down to working only fourdays a week and I have been going out running most days. I am also able to go on walks with one of my friends who lives very close by and that has definitely helped a lot. I am on top of most of my school work and finding it much easier to organize myself. My mum has been trying to help me with timetables and making it feel like a school environment but I have found that I find it easier being left alone to do it my own way. That is one of the most important things I have picked up on this lockdown, there is a certain way I like to do things and when I do things my way everything is a lot smoother and easier, I am still sticking to the timetable and making sure I’m attending my classes but I like to do everything independently, doing all my work at my desk in my room with none of my family bothering me. One thing I’m glad to have at the moment is my phone. My friends are probably the most important thing to me and just knowing that I can talk to them at any time by giving them a call is really comforting. We are all going through the same thing, they know exactly how I feel no matter who else I talk to they will never understand me the way some of my closest friends do. Just having that small bit of interaction with them helps a lot because we are not able to see each other in person. I don’t think I will finish my TY year in school but hopefully I will start 5th year far far away from Google Classroom. Sophie Killen
Fighting Words 5x5 Poetry One With The Water To be one with the water To come and go as I please When there’s so much time has to offer I can forget about this awful disease And be swept away by my senses. Aine Meehan-McCormick
The Perception of Many
I lie awake at midnight Weightless in my bed Listening to the deafening silence Is this real or in my head? My restless mind races in endless circles Aod McGroarty
My eyes wander through waterstained windows. My solemn gaze brushes across endless meadows, A great expanse; a fragment of everyday life. Gratifying to most, a most pleasant scenery, The exception to everything is me.
Counting This house I live in teems with unsightly creatures Yellow eyes in shadows, crooked figures peering around corners. Each day a new fable arises, to torment me till I sleep What fears are born tonight, I wonder? Will I ever get to counting sheep? This house I live in teems with unspeakable horrors Growling mumbles beyond my door, sorrow in its utmost form Each day a new fable arises, to torment me till I sleep What fears are born tonight, I wonder? Will those sheep I count ever stop shaking? Lucas Macdonald
The Place I Call Home By Carys Hudner A plain old Thursday afternoon, a dark and menacing sea. Beautiful even so , Deep,sparkling and pretty. I watch beside the towering trees, strong and sturdy with swishing leaves. I shiver ,I don’t care. Ice and nature ,what a pair. The sky is cloudy and endless, I peer up into the unknown. I watch the clouds roll by, I find peace in being alone I love this small and average place, So i dedicate this poem, To this lovely town , The place that I call home
NATURE By Ghita Osio The blue sky is concealed By clouds of different shades, Yellow, blue, grey. Seagulls singing Along with the sound of crashing waves. On one hand, There’s the dark, mysterious sea… And on the other, The hills, painted in beautiful green.
The fallen leaves crunch Loudly beneath my feet, The air is frosty And the wind blows gently. I admire nature’s beauty As I walk along contentedly.
Night Scene The darkness of night descends slowly as like we fall asleep and asleep, slowly, and then suddenly all at once. The dusk creeps up like a predator approaching its prey. Fire paints the sky in hues that make people stop in their tracks, take a picture and post on a post to social media of the same sky that everybody can see. Rhymes to predict the weather and people stand gazing out their windows. But as that colour fades to black, the sun slips ping beneath its covers to get some rest and, the spell is broken. The people turn away, back to whatever task they had stopped to look upon on the fiery dusky sky. The night sky is being forgotten, discarded, feared. As the sun dips, rustling echoes resound in the dark countryside. A yawn and a stretch, only the beginning of a day for the fox and the owl. As the rest of the world sleeps and turns away, little feet scuttle through the grass and wings flap in the trees. Crouching low and creeping through rushes that stretch up like trees around the little burning animal, it observes another fluffy creature, the rabbit’s nose twitches as it scavenges around the forest floor, looking for something so particular it’s like a needle in a haystack. It carries on its search, blissfully unaware of the amber eyes following its every hop. Patient, silent and still as a statue, but in a lightning quick movement like a flash of lightning, needle-like teeth pierce the rabbit’s neck. Not a sound or struggle is made, and the limp body is dragged back to the den to feed the young cubs. Simultaneously, silent wings swoop down from the highest branch and talons scoop a tiny small mouse from the uneven mossy floor. Once again, there is no chance, just the victory of a silent predator. The darkness cloaks and shields these predators from their prey, some perched in the high branches while others tiptoe through twigs and dried leaves. The darkness is being an immovable force, it hugs every crack and crevice it can find, hungry to swallow more of the beloved light. Often clouds take part, halting the celestial ball from chasing the darkness away. Her job is done here. In the distance, through the maze of trees far and away from the carefully crafted homes in the ground, a fire flares. Out in the clear space, circled by purple cushions emerging from the ground and grassy fingers that tickle your calves. Cheers and unshackled laughter overflowing with joy can be heard by no one. Logs have been stacked like jingo and dry moss fills the spaces, bursting into a ball of heat. A light in the darkness. Free spirits dance around this angry heat that licks up towards the night sky, but this only brings joy. Woven blankets over shoulders and hoods shielding heads from the bite in the air. Carefree as they hang off one another like monkeys holding their infants upon their backs, they spin around in circles and pure unadulterated joy is felt only by them. The darkness of the night chases the worries in their minds to be forgotten until first light. There is no fear, only freedom. Embers float high into the air, competing with the spirit’s voices. Watching the lopsided smiles, tucking shoulder under shoulder and hooking arms under knees to hold the other on their back, the moon smiles. Her job is done here.
In another corner of the world, one sits on a rooftop with silent drops of sadness painting her cheeks. Despite the storm raging inside, the night calmly envelops her in her cool arms. Where have I gone wrong? Every window is dark and looks ominous without the glowing butter of light spilling out onto the grass. But the moon sits high in the sky, wondering how such joy can be felt in one night scene and the opposite can reign in another. The girl lifts her knees tight to her chest and winds her arms around them, but she won’t feel that either. The stars watch on and glisten in the sky with the tears they have shed for this turmoil being felt. Movement from across the street doesn’t stir the girl on the roof, but a new pair of eyes peeks out from behind the darkness in an upstairs window. A pause, then they disappear. Is that it? No, the figure remerges, trying to silently shut the front door behind them before they jog across the street. The dull sounds of sock cladden feet don’t reach the girl. Well, maybe they do but the storm inside is much too furious to hear anything else. With ease that shows experience, the other scales the stretching oak and pulls themselves onto the roof. Not a single word is spoken, still only the sound of darkness filling the air. Side by side, they mirror the other’s stance and the moon watches fondly as a head is leaned onto shoulder and fingers intertwine. The moon notes that, maybe, the darkness isn’t that bad with someone beside you. Besides, she wouldn’t like to sit in the sky without the stars. She decides, my work here is done. The night breathes life into the stars. It can make people feel free or send the spirit of fight to cower in a corner of their mind. At no point, does the moon fully stop moving. She wishes everyone in the world could feel the joy those teenagers in the wilderness felt. She's always overshadowed by the sun. Never as bright, never as big, never as welcomed. But the night scenes she witnesses, the fireflies suspended in air, teenagers freed from the fingers of anxiety, comfort brought from silently having another beside you, make it worthwhile Sometimes, she even wakes during the day, peeking just slightly through the bright blue to check on her people. Now, as the sun awakens from her slumber, she rests easily. Kayleigh Sweeney: Sixth Year
A Letter to the Minister for Education To : Ms Norma Foley, RE: Leaving Cert 2021 Concerns We understand that these are unprecedented times that we are living in, however there simply needs to be realistic action. We have learnt from the Leaving Certificate 2020 that a traditional Leaving Certificate was not possible, so it is frankly naive to believe that the Leaving Certificate can continue as normal. Covid cases have skyrocketed in the last few weeks, which doesn’t provide a hopeful view of the current situation. We must also consider that practicals and orals are meant to take place over the next few months- for example the deadline for Design and Communication Graphics was the 15th of January. It is in no way feasible that these can be completed according to the current deadlines. Other countries, including the UK, have decided not hold A level and GCSE exams.. Why is this not the case for us? Many of us are competing with UK students for places through UCAS. But how can we compete with them if we do not have equal opportunities? We believe that accredited grades may be the best way forward, however this needs to be decided expeditiously. This situation could be a true catalyst for change, as the Leaving Certificate is already widely considered not fit for purpose. So instead of another mismanaged catastrophe, there could be a true victory out of this. If accredited grades are introduced as soon as possible, it could be the best possible result for everyone. It is imperative that we avoid the debacle of the Leaving Certificate 2020, this can be evaded if we act now. The option to sit the Leaving Certificate 2021 later on in the year should also be provided as it was for the Leaving Certificate students of 2020, if anyone is unhappy with the accredited grades they receive, it just isn’t realistic to hold the Leaving Certificate in June. Many people do not have adequate access to WiFi, or perhaps their mental health during lockdown was simply too poor to complete schoolwork, therefore which leaves these students very disadvantaged. Even the most hardworking students who were lucky enough to have good mental health and full access to the support available did not receive a complete education during these months. Many subjects are not on track to have all coursework completed and revised and the concessions which have been introduced simply do not go far enough. Current sixth year students are inadequately prepared to sit a traditional Leaving Certificate. Subjects which have an oral component are severely hit also. We no longer have the opportunity to communicate ‘one on one’ effectively, and during lockdown we were unable to communicate at all in these languages. In previous years, in the lead up to the orals there would have been constant opportunities for peer assessment, but this is simply impossible this year. There is also the issue of wearing masks vs. online meetings while doing orals. Neither option is viable. A component of understanding languages is lip-reading, which is impossible to do while wearing a mask, and very difficult to do while using a video conferencing application. It would also be difficult for the examiner to recognise technical pronunciation like ‘soft c’ and so on.
The Leaving Certificate is a two year course. Both years of our course have been monumentally impacted by the loss of class time due to covid. Even if Leaving Certificate students are prioritised for the vaccine, and it is successfully distributed in time for June, it does not account for mental deterioration and time lost. Our teachers know us well enough and have enough results collected over the two years to provide an accurate grade, but if accredited grades are introduced now, there will be far more confidence in the grades given- and in our government. We do not know a single student or teacher who is happy with the decisions currently being made in our government. Understandably, this seems like an impossible situation, but the most important thing to do, is to listen to whom this affects the most- the students. Kind regards, Alanna Lenaghan, Jessica Moir and Sarah Michaelides
Talk to the hand the face ain’t listening! Life brings each of us strange personal experiences. We can all think of at least one strange experience. Sometimes at night if I’m sitting in the kitchen by myself I would get shivers running up my spine, creep myself out and see a shadow or something shrink around a corner. It’s normal to experience strange and personal experiences. Some experiences have a logical explanation,others don’t. So why’s that? and how do we process this? Deja vu:This is a feeling of having already experienced the present situation. In my lifetime so far I have experienced A LOT of deja vu. It can be quite scary. One time I went to the cinema to watch a brand new film. It was only in the cinema for two days. I could have sworn I had watched it before. I knew all the characters, I knew exactly what was going to happen next. I couldn’t wrap my head around this. How did I know for a fact I watched this movie? Why was I getting such deja vu? Why did my sisters who went to watch it think I was going crazy? It really didn’t make sense to me. I know I couldn’t have watched it and I definitely didn’t read it. It still remains an unsolved deja vu experience for me. Do you ever get deja vu when you're having a conversation with somebody? It feels weird and a little scary. It makes you think crazy questions like is this future me travelling back in time ? Or did present me travel to the future and already experience this? We all get strange feelings and experience strange things in life. Sometimes people wake up with an ominous feeling that follows them about all day long and then something bad happens. And then we blame ourselves because we didn’t act on it. It could be someone gets really sick or bad news or a death. I know when my granny passed away I had a strange feeling in my body the whole night. I knew something was up. I couldn’t sleep or anything. I just knew. And that’s the way it is. You just know because the feeling is a gut feeling. IT IS ALWAYS RIGHT. We all have personal experiences. Some can be amazing, happy experiences, others can be bad. But every experience has the potential to be LIFE CHANGING. We all learn from past experiences. The question is, how should we deal with these experiences? One of the easiest ways to deal with life experiences is writing about it. If you find it hard to talk to people about things, then invest in a diary. You don’t need to write in it everyday but, if you feel like you're struggling in life and you feel like you don’t want to talk, write. Write everything that you feel. Write everything you want to tell people, nobody has to see your diary. You can write good experiences down, it doesn’t just have to be bad ones. You can burn the pages after if you really want but once you have it written, you will feel relieved. Sometimes it takes a while to process experiences and things that are happening in our lives. It may only take you a few minutes, hours, days, weeks, months. Or maybe it will take years, but it’s still vital for us to process.
We need to get our heads around things or we will torment ourselves. It’s what we do as humans. It’s important to also give other people time to process too. Everyone goes at their own pace and we need to keep in mind that just because we are over something or happy about something or angry or whatever,this doesn’t mean everyone else is. Although we may not want to, we’ve got to deal with our experiences. We’ve got to face them. We’ve got to deal with them so they don't interrupt our lives after. So why not add a little sass while dealing with our experiences? We girls have got to be the bosses we are, we need to show no fear and be brave. We might feel weak and scared inside but we’ve got to be fierce and strong and sassy. It’s time we girls started to rule the world. So when we have experiences we’ve got to just say TALK TO THE HAND THE FACE AIN'T LISTENING. Remember it’s normal to have bad and strange and good experiences so go enjoy them, learn from them and enjoy life. All experiences happen for a reason and essentially shape you into the person you are: A BOSS. By: Catriona Lynch: Sixth Year
It’s a Sin Screams echo through vacant hallways. Sweat beads drip down the young woman's face. Until a new babe was born into this cruel world. The woman clings to her bundle of innocence and joy. When it is ripped from her arms, screams ripple down the hallways anew. On administration her clothes were removed, her hair raggedly cut. She was told “you're here for your sins”, “God doesn't want you...you're dirt”, “nobody will want you now’. The terror ripping through the young women would have been traumatizing. These young women who got pregnant out of wedlock were viewed as ‘dirty’, as nothing more than a ‘problem’, a ‘disgrace’. Broken dolls, to be swept under the carpet and never given a second thought. Thrown into mother and baby homes. Complete and utter hell. Around 23,000 unmarried mothers in Ireland were taken to a mother and baby home and forced to give up their infants. The child would be put under the care of the nuns completely secluded from their mothers. The conditions these babies were in was harrowing. They had no love, no affection. These children didn't get a childhood because they “didn't deserve one”. Most infants died in these homes. Thousands of innocent babies, dead. Significant amounts of children's remains had been found hidden away. Other children had been trafficked to the United States or were being illegally adopted. The Catholic Church had no remorse for these children as they thought what they were doing was ‘right’. Nobody was told about the mother and baby homes, everything was done in secret. So they must have known deep down that what they were doing was wrong. Nobody cared about what was happening and nobody dared intervene. The children were considered a disgrace. The children were baptized however the nuns and priest still threw their bodies into unconsecrated grounds. Buried deep beneath the soil, never to be found, never to be remembered. Forgotten, “didn't deserve to be remembered”. They covered the sites where they buried these babies...with playgrounds. The mothers would work in laundries for endless hours in horrific conditions. Punishments would be frequent. Beaten. What these children and women had to go through was abhorrent. Behind every one of these ‘fallen women’ was a man without a backbone, without a sense of responsibility or consequence for their actions. Most of the mothers were raped. Some by their own family. But was the woman's fault, right? It was the women, who got brutally humiliated and punished. But it was the woman's fault, right? It was the women, who got beaten and stripped of their humanity. Because they deserved it, right? By: Andrea Ruddy: Fifth Year
Making Sense of Everything When I was eight years old I got my first diary. Cloth-bound. Turquoise. It was the sort of diary that had purple sparkles strewn all over the front cover. I used to keep the key on a little string around my neck or, in a heightened state of fear, hidden between t-shirts in my wardrobe. After a month of feverish writing, the diary writing was discarded. My beloved book was left gathering dust in some long forgotten corner of my bedroom. Yet even now, while not having a book solely dedicated to this purpose, I still find myself writing down my personal experiences. I savour the wonderful things. The golden memories. When I have a good day, I find myself taking a quick note on my phone in an attempt to capture some of its beauty. So when that memory is fading, and the happiness it brought slips away, there will be something left to cling onto. Writing about our encounters lets us relive them. Memory —complex, fickle and wonderful —is not infallible. But is there anything better than being reminded of something that had slipped away? Of being given a tentative glimpse of your long-forgotten childhood? Through writing, although fleetingly, we get to relive the past. There’s something about writing down your personal experiences that makes them more real. This may seem an absurd statement to make: how could writing something, transferring colour and pictures and sounds, onto plain old paper make it more real? But writing is making sense of the intangible. It is letting loose the flow of thoughts in your mind and morphing them into something coherent. Once you see your experience on that plain paper, it starts to slot together. There’s nothing better than having a rant to a friend. In the technological world we inhabit, this rant usually comes in the form of a text-message. But the feeling of relief does not come from hitting ‘send.’ It’s the step before that. The step where your finger hovers over the button; where your thoughts are loose and unrestrained. It’s cathartic. Paper does not ask questions the way people do. We can express ourselves free of judgement. Writing feels like confiding in someone and it’s inevitable that seeing our thoughts in front of us, seeing that copy of our mind and soul, causes us to understand ourselves deeper too. Sometimes the person we first have to confront is ourself. We all process things in different ways. What affects some people will just be a moment of good humour to another. And negative personal experiences have a way of lingering with us. It’s sometimes subtle, sometimes unseen, sometimes present in a way that can’t be fully articulated. But to truly process —to truly move on —we need to find a way of making sense of what happened. We see people baring their hearts and souls through writing all the time. Think of diarywriting. Unlike me, many people do not give up but interweave this into their daily routines. One of the most famous examples is The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank. This girl lived
through the unspeakable and yet found solace in getting her thoughts down to her beloved kitty. How many songs have you listened to where heartbreak was the root of the lyrics? What about books, movies, plays? The list is immeasurable. Every day, it grows. Some of the most beautiful passages of poetry were created when a person got their feelings trampled on; the most achingly bittersweet stories come from real-life memories. We write what we know, and most importantly, we write what we feel. Shakespeare wrote one hundred and fifty-four sonnets that have been published. Sonnets which have crossed the world; have been shared millions of times. What is it about his work that has touched so many people? That has made us feel things, things universal to all humans? I believe that writing down our experiences allows us to make sense of them. Sometimes, it allows us to overcome them. It lets us remember the past —horrible, messy and beautiful, as it was —and finally, lets us move onto the present. It allows us to self-reflect. And in the future, maybe I’ll find my old diary entries. And maybe I'll laugh. But I've dealt with those aspects of my life now and I’ve moved on. Through writing, I simply cemented them. By Sarah Michaelides: Sixth Year
An Unprecedented Calamity There is no doubt that this past year has brought immense challenges. As the education system shut down and more than 20,000 individuals lost their jobs, it is clear we are facing an escalating mental health crisis. The government’s policy to fight this deadly disease has resulted in economic shutdown and increased social isolation. The coronavirus which was once simply a global health crisis has now become an unprecedented calamity. Children in every country have lost many of their rights: the right to education, the right to recreation and the right to privacy. School closures have been enforced on 191 countries, and 1.6 billion children no longer attend school. The impact of the COVID-19 crisis is still being felt in various ways, regardless of country, region, urban or rural situation. All countries, whether developed, developing or emerging have been hard hit by this crisis. I strongly believe this issue should be addressed by our leaders through global harmony, and effective cooperation. Schools are much more than educational institutions. They are an essential part of the community and a focal point of social activity among children and young people. The extended school closures are severely impacting our most vulnerable people. Children need to socialise in order to learn and thrive. This interruption will result in our young children learning less and dropping out more. Not only is this global health crisis harmful to our health, the economy and the wider community, it is leaving our environment with devastating and potentially long lasting negative impacts. For example, the increased demand for facemasks in the past few months has been contributing to litter problems on land and sea. Some careless individuals even choose to dump disposable face masks into the ocean, which causes untold harm to the birds and other species native to the area. It is estimated that 1.56 billion face masks have now entered our oceans in 2020, and according to The Guardian ‘There are more face masks in the ocean today than jellyfish.’ Birds such as seagulls have been quite recently photographed with disposable face masks knotted around their legs, some even around their necks. Just over one million species, prior to this pandemic, were already at the brink of extinction. Human activity is further contributing to their extinction. The manufacturing of face masks is also contributing to global combustion. China already manufactures an estimated 20 million surgical masks a day. China is greatly affected by smog and poor air quality, due to the mass production of plastic products. China is the world’s largest plastic producer. This will become an immense problem for future generations, as it is estimated that by 2050, if China continues the mass production of these harmful plastics, this substance will outweigh all of the creatures in the sea. Marine life will starve as a result, as the plastic waste fills their stomach and they are confined by plastic. And although face masks have been made mandatory globally by our governments, very little guidance has been provided to members of the public on how to properly dispose of them. Because these disposable face masks are created with long lasting micro plastics, they can persist in the environment for decades, even hundreds of years, with lasting effects to humans, plants and animals through these toxic pollutants. We must eliminate any single
use plastics we do not need, e.g. straws, takeaway containers and utensils and then begin purchasing reusable versions of those with immediate effect. As education, social contacts and businesses go virtual, members of the public are suffering too. We can no longer show our affection by hugging our loved ones, socialise with our schoolmates, or even shake hands at Mass. This increases a feeling of isolation among people, which is resulting in a mental health crisis. All COVID-19 policies should be decided with due consideration to how weary people now are. If there’s one thing that the government has told us that is guaranteed, something that we have now grown increasingly tired of hearing, it’s that we will get through this pandemic together, by putting in the necessary efforts and adhering to public health guidelines. Let us hope the recent words of António Guterres do become a reality “Recovery from COVID-19 can help steer the world onto a safer, healthier, more sustainable and inclusive path.” Ann Abihlash: TYA
Ireland’s Forgotten County Donegal is renowned for its rugged cliffs and windswept beaches and it is described by Discover Ireland as a “jewel of a county”. On the basis of such descriptions it may seem that Donegal represents some kind of idyllic romantic hideaway, but the reality of actually living here reveals a very different image. Donegal is a place where people go on holidays for maybe a week during the summer and then afterwards reflect that whilst it may be scenic, it doesn't otherwise offer very much in the way of substance. Donegal is the county with the most sheep in Ireland. There are 504, 408 sheep in Donegal. This means there are five times as many sheep as people living here; I suppose this is partly due to the hills. The slanted rough pastures provide the perfect terrain for livestock. You can’t build houses on the sides of hills, so they have been left as grassy fields to be consumed by the thousands of cows and sheep. Donegal is also by far the poorest county in Ireland. People living in Donegal have the lowest level of disposable income in the country, according to latest CSO figures. Based on 2020 data, the average Donegal person has an after-tax income of €17,892, which is 31% lower than the national average. The funny thing is it would probably be much easier to list what Donegal has rather than what it hasn’t. Public transport is virtually non-existent. Bus Eireann stopped coming to Inishowen decades ago and where I live, if you don’t have a car you just have to walk, because the only bus that stops near me only goes to Letterkenny and Derry once a day. Instead of trains, we have ‘The Donegal Railway Heritage Centre’, which taunts us with the glories of the past; a bygone era when there were actually trains running here. I can’t go anywhere outside the town I live without either my parents having to drive me there. It feels like it takes years to get anywhere because of the distance between each town up here. It makes me feel like I’ve left the civilised world behind and have disappeared into uncharted territory where there is the equivalent of one human being per 20 cows per five kilometres. Whenever I do travel (by car of course) I sometimes look around at other secondary schools and I'm always consumed with a huge sense of envy. Compared to our school many of these may as well be situated on a different planet. Not only is our school much smaller but it is also hugely lacking in facilities. Other schools have music departments, separate buildings, providing state of the art facilities; in our school we have one room with just a few instruments. The same applies to art; other schools have entire departments whereas we have one art room, shared between two art teachers. I can’t help but feel totally exasperated as I am someone who would benefit hugely from enhanced arts facilities. We are also hugely restricted here when it comes to sport, the only local teams we have are Gaelic and football ones. If you play anything else you have to go somewhere else. We do have a running track at our school, if you could call a winding path covered in turf mole a track, but no running team, sadly. It is blatantly clear that the government plays favourites when it comes to distributing money to school boards. Our school was promised a new school building 20 years ago, a prefab was installed as a placeholder for the new building, because constructing it "could
take a while". That prefab still stands to this day, and the so-called ‘new school building’ hasn’t got off the ground yet. Next to other counties which seem to have many more important things in them, it’s pretty obvious why Donegal seems to be so often forgotten by the people of Ireland. Even our national broadcaster recently displayed a graphic on the RTE news which clearly displayed Donegal as belonging to the UK This piece may sound like I actively dislike living here. But I don’t, I just feel that Donegal could be so much better if any attention was paid towards it. I truly love living here. I think if our government just invested a bit more in the provision of basic infrastructure Donegal could be a much better place to live. Farrah Grey once said “In every seed is the potential for an incredible harvest”. Let us hope that the seeds we now plant will someday in the not too distant future, provide a bountiful harvest and that our reputation as a “forgotten county” will finally become a very distant memory. Lucas Macdonald: TYB
Nationalism is not Patriotism Nationalism and patriotism are two words many people believe to mean the same thing, but they are actually quite different. The Oxford English Dictionary defines patriotism as a ‘love for your country and desire to defend it’, and it defines nationalism as ‘a feeling of love for and pride in your country; a feeling that your country is better than any other’. The latter half of the second definition reveals the key difference between these two terms: nationalists essentially believe that their country is better, or superior, to any other. Both patriots and nationalists love their country - that cannot be disputed. But it is the way they love their country which differentiates them. A patriot loves his country while respecting foreigners and welcoming immigrants to his homeland. A patriot respects and cherishes diversity in all aspects of life and defends it with the same fervour with which he would defend his homeland from invasion and protests against attacks on his country’s democracy. A patriot acts with love, compassion and educated self-confidence. A patriot does not have enemies. A nationalist, on the other hand, respects only the group that he belongs to. A nationalist sees diversity as dangerous, as an enemy attempting to subjugate and destroy his country: he campaigns, often violently, for the removal of foreigners, LGBT people and those belonging to other religious groups. A nationalist follows his leaders with blind, undying fanaticism and will justify any illegal or immoral actions with rhetoric that he believes in with an extreme level of delusion. A nationalist acts with fear, hatred and vanitous selfassuredness. A nationalist sees enemies everywhere. It was patriotism which first brought countries together under one flag, not nationalism. It was nationalism that brought Fascism and National Socialism to Germany in the 1930s, which subsequently became a trigger for World War 2. A patriot would not invade lands to which he has no connection. A patriot would not murder tens of millions of innocent people in cold blood. But of course we have learned our lessons from the past. We have learned how dangerous nationalism and extremism can be and how many people have suffered and have sacrificed their lives because of these ideologies.Or have we? Since the 2008 economic crisis extreme nationalism has been on the rise in Ireland and in Europe as a whole. The Refugee Crisis and now the COVID-19 Pandemic have only served to reduce people’s trust in current, moderate governments and to place their hopes in the dangerous promises of radicals. Almost every week it seems that another extremist-led attack has taken place. In June last year, Europol warned of a marked increase in far-right activity in Ireland. Even before the pandemic, the European Network against Racism Ireland received 530 reports of racist incidents in 2019, an increase of 140 since figures from the previous year. These far-right nationalist groups have now taken to disobeying restrictions and protesting against lockdown, therefore putting themselves on the same side as many others who are
frustrated with the current situation. People such as Philip Dwyer, who ran in the general election for the far-right National Party, claim that they are ‘providing security’ for the protesters, much in the same way that the Nazi SA and SS ‘claimed to be protecting’ their own rallies and protests during the 1930’s. History has shown that, in difficult times, people turn to extremist groups and ideologies to find a solution for their problems. The Great Depression, for example, brought sudden, enormous support for extreme right-wing parties such as the NSDAP, commonly known as the Nazi party in Germany. Some of these groups eventually garnered enough support to either overthrow the fledgling democratic regimes that were established in Europe after the First World War. In 1930, the Nazi party only had 12 seats in German Parliament, whereas by 1932, another two years into the Great Depression, they won 107, an eight-fold increase. Now, this process appears to be repeating itself. Should high unemployment rates and financial insecurity continue, it is not out of the question that these parties might eventually obtain a majority of the vote, and with the wide availability of social media to spread hurtful ideas quickly, this is made all the more likely. We must learn to spot these people, and not give them the attention that they so crave. We must educate ourselves and others on how extremism corrupts the mind and makes it capable of feeling only fear and hate. We must make it our objective to be patriots during these difficult times, not nationalists for should nationalism prevail once more, the millions who sacrificed their lives on the battlefield will have died in vain. 'Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it’ -George Santayana By Leon O’ Donnell: TYA
Pink is for Girls and Blue is for Boys From the day we are born gender stereotypes are inflicted on us. It is crazy to think that the part of our anatomy which exists or does not exist between our legs pretty much dictates what we are interested in, how we are treated and what is expected of us. Until recently, it was generally accepted that blue is the colour for boys and pink is the colour for girls that boys play with cars and girls play with dolls. Even as we grow up such stereotypes continue. Girls are expected to be perfect, while the 'boys will be boys' pretext is constantly used to excuse a teenage boy’s errant behaviour. Unfortunately, this kind of behaviour has also been normalised for men, many of whom are well past their teenage years. But women are still being told to cover up when they go out because “we all know what boys are like”. Perhaps we should start telling boys that revealing clothing does not constitute consent. And perhaps we should focus on educating our sons rather than warning our daughters. In a recent survey conducted by UN Women, 97% of women said they had been sexually harassed by men. 80% of them had experienced this in a public place. Even when women try to speak out about their experiences, there are always defensive men who protest saying something along the lines of ‘not all men’ or ‘this happens to men too,’ ,but really they only speak up to invalidate women. It only would take 10% of the male population to completely eradicate sexual harassment but that number is still a large enough for most women to be wary of most men. For example, if you were handed a box of ten chocolates but one was poisoned, you’d be reluctant to eat even one. As many women continue through their lives they are continually bombarded with sexist attitudes and then some men even have the audacity to try and tell a woman what to do with her body. For example, many men were extremely vocal on the abortion debate, once again, always trying to be the ones in control. Women also have to pay more for toiletries and almost every product you can think of will have a ‘pink tax’ because they are ‘made for women.’ Razors, tampons and deodorants are all examples of products that command a higher price simply because they’re a different colour. Men must also conform to often self-inflicted societal expectations, they are expected to be tough and hardy, keep their emotions to themselves and work to support their families. An extension of this is ‘bro culture’ or ‘the lads’ as it is more commonly known in Ireland. Many teenagers are stuck in friend groups where you would be considered ‘gay’ or ‘pussy’ if you opened up about taboo topics like mental health or sexual identity or anything that is outside of ‘normal.’ This spirals into using misogyny, homophobia or racism as a defence mechanism to show that they are a part of ‘the lads’ circle. I have seen lads try so desperately to seek the validation of their peers. The people in these groups are afraid to be themselves, they live in fear of being exiled from the clique.
This leads to toxic masculinity and pressurises men into behaving a certain way. It perpetuates the idea that ‘manliness’ and ‘aggression’ and ‘domination’ are values that every man should embody. This becomes an issue when other men are put down for not demonstrating these traits. The men who bark the most about being manly and macho are usually the most fragile ones. It’s ironic when they are the ones who call others ‘snowflakes’ so much. Their insecurity really shows when other men don’t follow their macho example. They get riled up over another man wearing a dress, or painting his nails, or wearing makeup when it has nothing to do with them and the cracks become very visible in the ‘tough as nails’ facade. I remember the uproar when Harry Styles appeared on the cover of Vogue magazine wearing a long flowing dress and ‘bring back manly men’ became a trend on Twitter. Men and women should be treated equally but currently we are clearly not. Whether you wish to ignore the obvious power imbalance or not, it doesn’t change the fact that change needs to happen. Steps are being taken in the right direction but really we need to be making leaps and bounds. We need to start normalising traditionally ‘taboo’ topics. We need to abolish ‘the lad culture’ and be more supportive of each other. And most importantly we need to educate ourselves about minority groups and not just listen to their voices but amplify them for those standing at the very back.
By Aod McGroarty: TYB
The Problem with Palm Oil Every hour, 300 football pitches are cleared to make way for palm oil products. That represents 7200 football pitches every day, and 2 million hectares per year. This problem pertains to Indonesia in particular, where 85% of the rainforest has been bulldozed, leading to the death and extinction of several species. Things are made worse by the fact that many smallholder farmers can only afford to clear land by burning it, thus engulfing Southeast Asia in dense choking smog every single year. Palm oil harvested from these rainforests is shipped out of Indonesia and is used in the manufacture of many household products such as: shampoo, soap, detergents, chocolate, margarine, ice cream, biscuits, soap, packaged bread and noodles.
Supplying companies which produce these products has resulted in the slashing of no fewer than 70,000 acres. However quite shockingly this represents only 3.5% of the entire damage done. Extreme deforestation has pushed local wildlife into tiny corners of their habitat and has forced many species, including the critically endangered orang-utans, towards extinction. Today there are fewer than 80,000 orangutans left in the world, and they all live in the forests that are being harvested for palm oil. This, along with the wildfires we have recently witnessed in Australia and California, and the bleak prediction that by 2030 the Maldives will be underwater, should provide us with a clear enough message. Time is running out. It’s all very well to listen to government ministers promising to reduce net carbon emissions by 2040, but they very often omit to mention that Ireland has been chastised multiple times by the EU for not meeting deadlines for the reduction of emissions, such as in 2009 alone, when there were 34 cases of the EU threatening fines for Ireland’s failure to introduce climate legislation. The time and opportunity for us to do something is not simply here, it is actually slipping away from us, and calling for the halting of deforestation to manufacture palm oil has to be our first step in the right direction. There are clearly sustainable ways to grow and produce palm oil. Ways which have already been approved by the RSPO--such as NDPE (no deforestation, no development of peat and no exploitation) which prevents the clearing of land by burning, and requires all areas to be assessed for conservation value before clearing. So putting a stop to massive deforestation and man-made mass extinction will not adversely affect the economy. Multinational corporations will not have to lay off thousands of employees and we will not suffer shortages of chocolate and biscuits and all be forced to eat grass! In fact, building infrastructure in the form of sustainable methods is much more likely to stimulate the economy. So why exactly are we still allowing vast swathes of the forest to be slashed to provide palm oil? All is not yet lost, there are still grounds for some optimism; many companies have already started initiatives to go “palm free”. One of these companies is the Palm Free Soap Company in Killaloe. Palm Free Soaps is a company that has not fallen under the curse of “profits at all costs, even at the expense of the human race,” one, which so many other companies have fallen under. In fact, they don’t use single-use plastic or anything damaging
to the environment at all. And they have been running since 1996, so they’re obviously doing something right. Companies like Palm Free Soaps show us that we do not need to destroy the world as we know it in order to be profitable. So, that begs the question--why do more companies not work like this? Our generation is not ready to go down in history as “The generation that ruined the planet”. If we were simply to invest in renewable growth and industries, it could place us as one of the leaders of climate action, as well as providing employment through labourintensive schemes and bringing science and industry to our shores. As well, of course, as ensuring that our children don’t inherit a waterless, creature less, uninhabitable planet. The nation that destroys its soul destroys itself.”(Franklin D. Roosevelt)
By Garvan McLachlan: TYB
Agallamh le Mairead Ni Mhaonaigh 1.An dtaitníonn na meáin shoisíalta leat a Mhairéad? Is maith liom na meáin shóisialta mar go dtugann siad deis duit bolscaireacht a dhéanamh go díreach le do lucht leanúna le brú cnaipe, i d’am féin. Ach sílím go bhfuil dainseár ag baint leo chomh maith mar go mbíonn deis ag daoine dall na mallóg a chuir ar dhaoine agus airgead a ghoid uatha nó fiú a gcuid maoin uilig! Mar sin is fiú a bheith faichilleach agus tú ina mbun. 2.Céard a dhéanfá da mbuafa an Crannchur Náisiúnta maidin amárach? Dá mbuafainn an Crannchur Náisiúnta maidin amárach, d’íocfainn mo chuid fiacha uilig ar dtús. Ansin thabharfainn airgead do mo chlann uilig leis an rud céanna a dhéanamh. Bhéinn iontach maith do na boicht, eachtrannaí agus daoine gan dídean. Ansin rachainn ar laethanta saoire le mo chlann. 3.Caidé an seanfhocal is fearr leat? ‘Is binn béal ina thost’ 4. An dtugann tú tacaíocht d’fhoireann peile ar bith? Tugaim tacaíocht do fhoireann peile mo pharóiste dúchais, Gaoth Dobhair agus do fhoireann an chondae dár ndóighe! 5.Is duine íonspioráideach tú a Mháiréad do dhaoine óga agus do Ghaeilgeoirí ar fud na tíre, ach an dtiocfadh leat cuir síos a dhéanamh ar an duine is mó a chuaigh i bhfeidhm ort agus tú ag fás aníos ? Déarfainn gurbh é m’athair is mó a chuaigh i bhfeidhm orm agus mé i mo pháiste óg ag éirigh aníos I nGaoth Dobhair. Bhí na suimeanna céanna againn beirt, an ceol, an Ghaeilge, an drámaíocht ,an t-ealaín agus an tseanchas. Bheadh an teach lán le daoine i gcónaí ag plé drámaí, peil, agus ag ceol. Ach bhí duine eile as Bun Cranncha a chuidigh liom go mór ó thaobh an ceoil do, sin Dinny ‘White Hara’ McLaughlin. Bhí Dinny iontach mar mhúinteoir mar gur thug sé uchtach agus misneach dom ceol go poiblí. Fear iontach ealaíonta ar fad.
6. Cé acu is fearr leat,an fhidil nó an t-amhranaíocht agus cén fáth? Tá sé deacar an dá cheann a scaradh mar gur ceol iad beirt. Is maith liom an tamhránaíocht nuair ar mhian liom mo chuid mothúcháin doimhne a chuir in iúl, ach tógann an fhidil mo mheanma agus tabharann sé ardú croí dom 7. An gceapann tú go bhfuil sé tabhachta amhráin ó do cheantar féin a chanadh? Sílim go bhfuil sé fíor thabhachta amhráin ó do cheantar féin a chanadh agus a chaomhnú. Go speisíalta na h-amhráin Gaeilge, mar go bhfuil siad scríobhta agus canta leis na blianta san áit amháin agus go bhfuil an canúint fite fuaite san fhilíocht. 8. Taobh amuigh den cheol tradisiúnta, an dtaitníonn saghasanna ceoil eile leat? Is breá liom réimse leathan de cheol. Éistim le ceol clasaiceach, ar Lyric FM agus ceol tíre, ceol roc agus snagcheol. Is breá liom daoine mar David Bowie, Joni Mitchell, Yo Yo Ma, Bulgarian Voice Choir, Stefan Grapelli, Hosier & araile 9.Cad a spreagann tú amhráin a chumadh? An grá. Sé sin grá do dhaoine cinnte ,scríobh mé ceann do mo chéad amhráin do m’iníon Nia agus thug mé ‘Mo Níon Ó’ air. Ach is leathan an mothú an grá céanna, thig leis a bheith mar grá d’áiteanna, grá don nádúr, grá do smaointe áirithe. Ach de ghnáth spreagann maitheas agus áilleacht mé. 10. Ainmnigh an ceoltóirí is fearr leat? Athraíonn mo rogha go minic, mar go gcluinim an oiread sin ceoltóirí iontacha a théann i bhfeidhm orm. Faoi láthair sílim go bhfuil an fidleoir, Liam O’Connor as Baile Átha Cliath i mbarr a réime. Seineann sé le croí agus snas. Is breá liom an t-amhránaí óg, Diane Ní Chanainn as Cloch Cheann Fhaola fosta. Tá ceolta galánta aici de shean amhráin áitiúla. 11.Cad é an ócaid cheoil ba chorthaí dá bhfaca tú ariamh? Is í an cheolchoirm is mó a chuaigh i bhfeidhm orm ná an Bothy Band ag seinm in Whitla Hall i mBéal Feirste sna seachtódaí. Ach is cinnte go raibh cúpla seisiún agam le leitheadaí Con Cassidy agus James Byrne a bhí chomh speisíalta.
12.Cad é an teachtaireacht atá taobh triar den amhrán álainn An Mhaighdean Mhara? Sén teachtaireacht atá taobh thiar den Mhaighdean Mhara, ná an brón,an scarúinta, an caoineadh i ndiaidh duine. Bá gnáth leis na sean daoine ‘Údar’ an amhráin a rá ar dtús. Sé sin cúlra an amhráin nó an scéal a inse. An Mhaighdean Mhara a phós iascaire i ndiaidh greim a fháil uirthi ar imeall na farraige. Ansin a cuid páistí ag taispéaint a corráin díthe a baineadh dí nuair a fuarthas í agus ise, ‘Mary Chinidh’ a bhfágailt le dhul arais chun na farraige. 13.Dá mbeadh cead agat ceathrar a phiocfadh le haghaidh dinnéar blasta,cé a phiocfá? Róise na n’Amhrán as Árainn Mhór, mar ba ghnáth liom éisteacht léithe ó dhubh go dubh ag foghlaim a cuid amhráin ó shean téipeanna. John Doherty, an fidleoir chliúteach nach maireann, cé gur casadh orm é cúpla uair nuair a bhí mé níos óige ní raibh go leor uchtach agam labhairt leis mar a ba mhaith liom.Mo mháthair mhór agus m’athair mór ó thaobh m’athara do, mar nár casadh orm ariamh iad. Is ó mo mháthair mhór, Róise Beag, Róise Móire, a d’fhoghlaim m’athair na sean phortanna. Bhí léann ag m’athair mór, Proinsias Ó Maonaigh agus bá ghnáth le muintir an bhaile teacht le chéile i dteach Uí Mhaonaigh i gCois Cladaigh, in aice leis an Bhun Beag achan oíche Dhomhnaigh mar go dtiocfadh leis an nuachtán a léamh dóibh i rith aimsir an chéad agus an Dara Cogadh Domhanda. Ansin dhéanfaidh siad cabidil ar na hábhair a bhí léite aige agus ina dhiaidh sin bheadh ceol agus damhsa acu.... fíor oíche airneáil. Le Fionnan McIvor: TYB
Sixth Year Interviews Name :Shakira McCallion Age :18 Nickname : Shaq Fav quote :”It matters not what you’ve done, but what you do with what you’ve done for others.” Noah Centineo Biggest fear: Forks Best MCC memory: After school math Sum yourself up in 3 words: Hips don’t lie Craziest things you have ever done Cliff jumping without knowing how to swim Hidden talent: Shakira impression Idol : Rachel McCourt Fav film: Mamma Mia! Motto :“When nothing goes right, go left!” Fav teacher: Mr Monagle- best Christmas Door builder Name :Holly Diss Age :17 Nickname :Frances Worst habit Talking loud Biggest fear Goats Best MCC Memory: Gartan trip or Italy trip Dream Job :Paramedic Sum yourself up in 3 words: Clumsy, genius, inspirational Craziest things you’ve ever done Jumped off a moving bus (i fell on my ass don’t do it) Hidden talent: None of my talents are hidden, I’m too talented Idol : John Cooney Motto : Life is short… and so am i! What will you miss about MCC: Everyone together What will you not miss: Getting the bus every morning Advice you would give to your first year self :Stop wearing a ponytail my god. Let your hair down for once.
Name :Nicola McConn Age :17 Hobbies : Big hasher Worst habit : Saying sirr at the end of every sentence Fav quote: Suns up, bales in… welcome to Bundoran Best MCC Memory: Kerry Brown falling down the stairs Dream job : Photographer for part ccr scenes Craziest things you have ever done: Attacked by a deer @cara McLaughlin Guilty pleasure: Farmflix Fav food : Nbbelatos Fav place : Grassmen Motto : You can never have too many tractors Greatest achievement: Getting my tractor license Where do you see yourself in 10 years :Car meets in Carn with Kerry Brown in the Focus Fav place :Carn mart/ The Port
Name: Padraig McDaid Age: !8 years, 3 months, 1 day Nickname: Podge Worst habit: Eating with mouth open Fav quote: “Better out than in” Biggest fear: Have no eyes Dream job: A window cleaner Hidden talent: Counting to 10 with my eyes closed Idol: Orlagh McDaid What will you miss about MCC: PE classes Hero: Elton John Villain: The Bailey Bouncers Fav place: Glengad
Sixth Year Interviews Name: Jessica Moir Age: 18 Nickname: Tessica/ Jess/ Jessy Biggest fear Failure Best MCC memory: TY beach party Dream job Journalist Sum yourself up in 3 words: soppy, opinionated, kind Craziest things you have ever done : Beat cancer Fav food: Chinese takeaway Fav film : Dawn of the Dead Motto : What's meant to be will be What will you miss about MCC: The gossip What will you not miss :Having to ask to go to the toilet at 18 Fav teacher: Mr McCabe Where do you see yourself in 10 years: Married with kids and two dogs Advice you would give to your first year self: Stand up for yourself and stop being so emotional Fav place :The beach, specifically Silver Strand
Name: Jade Dixon Nickname: Ginger Hobbies: Swimming Claim to fame : My steering wheel locking Worst habit: Sleeping Fav Quote: Always your loss baby ,never ever mine Biggest fear: Pink Gin Sum yourself up in 3 words:Ginger, tall ,weird Craziest thing you’ve ever done: Went to Tul Fav food: Raw onions Motto:Live everyday to the fullest Where do you see yourself in ten years ?:In the Bailey Advice you would give to your first year self: Dye your hair Fav place:Bailey
Name: Kelene Mc Dermott Age: 18 Nickname: Melon Hobbies: Falling off chairs Fav Quote: “Can I get a hawww yeah” Dream job: Real housewife of Scotland Sum yourself up in 3 words: Blonde , perfect , blonde Hidden talent: “Singing” Idol: Barbie I want her hair Fav film: Legally Blonde #Relatable Motto: “Sure we may as well” Advice you would give to your first year self: Don't go to Galway in TY Hero: Padraig McDaid OBVIOUSLY Villan: My brown roots Fav place: Bredaghglen
Name: Laura Faulkner Nickname: Daddy Hobbies: Cutting grass Claim to fame : Drew McKinney’s girlfriend in 6th class Worst Habit:Picking my nose Fav Quote:: Live laugh ,love Dream job: Grass cutter Sum yourself up in 3 words: Loud, loud, loud Craziest thing you’ve ever done: :Went spinning in a fiat Achievements: Singing in carol service Guilty pleasure: Dying my hair Fav food: Tomatoes What will you miss about MCC? Sticking gum under the desks What will you not miss: Getting soaked with water by Shea Pat What advice you would give to your first year self: Make friends ,not enemies Fav place: Old shop in Qp
Sixth Year Interviews Name:Eisha McLaughlin Nickname: Gigi Claim to fame :being 5’2 Worst habit:Going to bed at 9:30 Biggest fear:Tall people Best memory in MCC : :Falling on the stairs Dream job: Primary school teacher Achievements: Growing to 5’2 Guilty pleasure: Eating my ear wax Hidden talent: Juggling Fav food::Avocados Motto: Wear your mask Where do you see yourself in ten years:Living with ten cats . Fav place: School
Name: Michael Leech Nickname: Nipperleach Hobbies: Running, GAA, Basketball Claim to fame: Pro gamer Worst habit: Biting the nails Fav quote: “sure hi if it was easy we’d all be at it” Best MCC Memory: School Gaelic Dream job: Game designer Sum yourself up in 3 words: Athletic, polite and understanding Craziest thing you've ever done: Road the tallest rollercoaster in the world Achievements: Scoring an absolute cracker on my debut for the senior Gaelic team, passing the driving test at the age of 18 on the first attempt Hidden talent: Extremely good at any video game I play Idol: Juice Wrld Fav film: Avengers Endgame Motto: Act Poor to Stay Rich years: Working my dream job and living my best life Advice you would give to your first year self: Expect a rollercoaster Hero: My Dad
Name: Orlagh McDaid Hobbies: Eoin, talking in various accents Claim to fame: Being the oldest in MCC Fav quote: “You only live once” Sum yourself up in 3 words: Gemma, Collins, Impersonator Craziest thing you've ever done:Sneaked out to a bar in Galway on a student council trip Guilty pleasure: Minecraft Hidden talent: Back flipping Idol: Kelene McDermott Motto: “All right babes?” What will you miss about MCC: Kelene McDermott’s craic Fav teacher: Ms Foster, #7th March Greatest achievement: Becoming a student council rep Advice you would give to your first year self: Get Eoin now not 5th yr
Name: Shea McLaughlin Nickname: Sheabo Hobbies: Football Worst habit: Forgetting to put on shoes Fav quote: “Gurkin Gurkin Gurkin” Biggest fear: Being alone Sum yourself up in 3 words: Handsome, Happy, Hasher Craziest thing you've ever done: Drove a car through my garage Achievements: Student of the year pending Guilty pleasure: Old Gilfs Hidden talent: Can talk to animals Motto: If you're late you're late What will you not miss: The lower building Fav teacher: Miss McCafferty Where do you see yourself in 10 years: Fishing in the Foyle Advice you would give to your first year self: Beareble
Sixth Year Memories When I think of the memories of school, they’re jam-packed with laughing until it hurts our stomachs or at something falling off their chair. When I think of the first day of school I remember the faces I didn’t know yet of the people who I am friends with today. I remember having the best timetable in first year with all the subjects fitting in perfectly with double art and PE on the same day. I remember going to Irish after our PE Class in our PE gear and thinking we were rebels not changing for the class. I remember 2016 was the centenary of the 1916 Easter Rising. I remember the celebrations outside with the singing and speeches. In second year I remember being put into new classes and the worrying feeling of the names being called out and being separated from our friends but it always worked out in the end. In third year I remember the dreaded year of the Junior Cert. but looking back it was all good memories going down to the town for breakfast and playing on the green in the sun. In TY we went to Italy to Lake Garda and it rained the whole time !! I remember sharing a room with my friends Kelene and Aisling and we had to make a barricade to make sure the balcony couldn’t open in case Kelene would sleep walk and try to get out. We went to the themepark Gardaland and went on every single roller coaster.The plane journey back was worse than the rollercoasters in Gardaland when we were flying through the french alps and the plane was shaking like mad. We were all shook and glad to be back on Irish ground afterwards! In 5th year we won the all Ireland final and I remember feeling so happy and proud of our school.The carol service is always a stand out memory. The practicing leading up to the night was so exciting and such fun and everyone just it! Despite how we haven’t been able to make as many memories in our last 2 years of school, it makes the memories we do have that much more special (Anna Nicholas) In TY when we went to Italy there were floods and everywhere had to close from the storm. The plane was delayed and we met a school from Limerick. On the plane there was bad turbulence and we sang Grace during the bad part to help take everyone’s mind off what was happening.(Nicole Farren) My favorite memory is the skiing holiday in fifth year. Everyday we reached a different level of skiing and experienced a once in a lifetime holiday. There wasn’t a moment of silence, only laughter. I’ll never forget it. (Oisin Davenport)
Sixth Year Memories Because I did T.Y with 58 other students, we had multiple trips in TY and 5th- both to Italy and situated not too far apart either geographically. Our first was to Lake Garda in Venice. Where we went to Gardaland and went on lots of roller-coasters. We also got caught in the storm that flooded Venice to record new heights. When we were on the plane leaving Italy the storm hit hardest, the plane turned into another roller coaster ride. People were screaming and really scared but I fell asleep within 20 minutes. When we went to Italy again the following year we went skiing and it was brilliant. We were on the slopes every day and boy oh boy our calves hurt like hell! The rest of the trip whilst not on the slopes were spent on small bus rides to a bowling alley with Mr Doogan beating everyone at the table football. Then leaving the slopes destroyed and just wanting to lie down. When we left too we avoided a Covid outbreak by just one day. So both years a potential disaster was either witnessed or averted.. So yeah Italy will not be on my list for at least a few years. But the places there and the times i had there were great.(Pearse Harrigan) I remember going skiing with my year and watching our teachers fall every time going down the mountain! (Shea O Doherty) I remember in first year we did the choir at Christmas in the chapel. We also did the mannequin challenge. I also remember doing the Dragons Den: we were set up into groups in our business class .Then second year happened very quickly that was the year we went to the Gaeltacht for 3 days. It was amazing , a really great experience. In 3rd year we went to a mosque as part of our journal for our junior cert. I remember the day we got our Junior Cert results in 5th year the whole year went to the Foyle Hotel for food after our results we also went to Seamus Heaneys in our English class. And now we are here, our last year old together and we met new friends. We still have the ones that came here with us and these memories I am sure will last. (Michelle Connolly)
The plane home from our Lake Garda trip. It was night time and we experienced really bad turbulence whilst flying through a thunder and lightning storm. People were crying and panicking, including the teachers. Rumour has it Riain Shortt sucked his thumb and called out for his Mammy! Meanwhile Ms Lafferty asked him for his headphones to use the music to calm down another student. However when Ms Lafferty looked over at the panicked student five minutes later to see if the music had calmed her, she saw Shane Crumlish with the headphones on and his hands in the air dancing to the music, unbothered about the panic around him or about the fact the plane could have plummeted 35000 feet. (Kelene Mc Dermott)
Sixth Year Memories On the italy trip to Lake Garda, Odhran McGuinness says “Ill shave my head if you get me 50€”. so we all took it literally and got 1€ donations from 50 other students on the trip. we started shaving his head in one of the hotel room bathrooms with at least 30 other boys crammed in. We got one straight cut up the back of his head until one of the teachers demanded we open the door. it suddenly turned into a free for all to get out of the room before the teachers found out what was happening . the razor was taken off us and Odhran was left walking around Italy with a landing strip on the back of his head!! (Riain Shortt)
One of my best memories of MCC was the trip to Italy in TY. We did many things while over in Italy. One that really stands out for me was the day trip to Gardaland. It was a very fun and enjoyable day and trip that I’ll always remember. (Aine Brennan)
My best memory from MCC? My God, I have a lot to choose from over these past 5 years however one of those memories that does stand out is making our Christmas album. It was a stand in for the Carol Service. I never thought a cover of “Christmas Lights” by Coldplay could be that good! We recorded all of our parts individually but the outcome was superb! It was a lovely little staple that we left in our school as it was the first time that an album had ever been made in the school. It’s a lovely little thing to have as a physical copy that you can listen to whenever you want. (Michelle Deehan)
My best memory during the time I have been at Moville Community College was when we went to Italy for our skiing trip in 5th year. It was the best of craic because I was with all my friends and we got to stay in a nice hotel close to the skiing resort. (Oran Mc Connellogue)
My fondest memory was when we made Christmas wreaths in TY. We spent the whole of the day making them. At the time the Spanish students were over...it just goes to show it wasn’t that long ago when the world was considered ‘normal’. It was great craic because we were learning about other cultures and it was just a wholesome time . That is my favorite memory since I’ve been in school. (Shane Crumlish Kelly)
The carol service each year and especially making the CD this year (Maria Lynch) One of my favourite memories from my six years at this school was finding my best friend group in TY and Sixth year. Another favourite memory was practicing for and recording the Christmas CD. (Padraig Mc Daid)
Sixth Year Memories
Blue walls, green uniforms, But all my memories are yellow
First I met my friends And now we’re at the end From the Gaeltacht in second year, To this year’s Leaving Cert fear
Shining bright on the good days A light at the end of a tunnel On the bad Nothing lasts forever,
In third year I remember we took a trip to Tayto park, And now we have from this school We have to disembark. From Woodwork in first year, Realising it just wasn’t for me, Trying to hammer a nail in I decided to put the project in the bin. But now it’s time to leave this school, To head to college And try keep our cool
I remind myself all the time, The smiles and laughs Fuel us to the finish line Driving side by side On the motorway to our futures Nothing lasts forever So we have to stop, To breathe, to talk, to laugh To take in, every single moment And forget about the past As we count down the days To our final horray It is important to take it Day by day Enjoy the little things Forget the rest And remember all you can do Is try your best Jessica Moir
First Years 2015
Class Foster 2015
Class T Gallagher
First Years 2015
First Years 2016
Class Mc Cafferty
First Years 2016
Class S Mc Fadden
Memories of 2016
Noreen Duffy recites Easter 1916 by WB Yeats
Halloween Horrors 2016
Memories of 2017
Health Promoting Schools Winners
Treasure Hunt Winners 2017
Schools Go Orange
2017 Foyle Credit Union Art Winners
Class Cavanagh Basketball tourament winners 2017
First Year Read DL 2017
Class Mc Cafferty reading The Breadwinner 2017
Working on Breadwinner Posters 2017
Memories of 2017
MCC Carol Service December 2017
Riain reading at the carol service 2017
Memories of 2017
Kerry Brown receives 2018 Player of the Match award from Denise Duncan and Leanne Kiernan
Class Cavanagh Basketball tourament winners 2017
Memories of 2017
Second Years at the Gaeltacht 2017
U15 (Large Schools) Moville Community College 2017
Memories of 2018
All Ireland Finalists 2018
BOI FAI 2018 JUNIOR ALL IRElAND FINALISTS
Memories of 2018
FAI Ulster Champs 2018
Ulster Senior Cup Winners
Memories of 2018
U 16 Boy’s Gaelic team 2018
U14’s New Rigs 2018
Second Years at the Gaeltacht 2018
Chuaigh an madra freisin!
Spraoi & Sport
Second Years at the Gaeltacht 2018
Take the Plunge
Second Years at the Gaeltacht 2018
Might as well Jump
Enjoying the Ceili
Junior Cert Results 2018
Darran, Conor, Aaron, Ben & Riain
Aisling & Rachel
Ellen & Holly
Anna & Shea
TY Christmas 2018
Conor, Montse, Tara & Xavier
King of the Wreaths
Ciaran, Ben, Dermot, Conor & Gemma
Aaron & Dermot
Dermot & Gemma
TY Christmas Wreaths 2018
TY festive spirit
Caitlin, Ciara & Aine
Tara & Holly
TYs with Spanish Students 2018
TY Girls 2018
Group Pic 2018
TY WWGS 2019
Danielle, Rachel, Ben, Michael, Emma & Lucy with the Global Passport Award 2019
Tys meet Sylvia Katete- Gavigan with Ms Cooney 2019
TY Theatre Trip to Dublin 2019
Glasgow Girls 2019
Glasgow Girls Abbey Theatre
TY girls at the Abbey Theatre
TY Memories 2019
Junk Kouture: Nicole Farren: Sealed with a Kiss
Fairtrade with Patsy Toland 2019
International Women’s Day : TY Girls visit SITA Letterkenny 2019
Memories of 2019
Holly, Catriona, Ellen, Rachel & Anna: School Strikes 2019
Senior All Ireland Winners 2019
Third Year Visit To Mosque 2019
Kim, Emma, Harry & Mistafa
Third years at the Mosque in Belfast 2019
Memories of 2019
Third Years at Tayto Park 2019
Class McCabe visit Buncrana Garda Station 2019
Lake Garda 2019
Ms Mc Fadden’s army
Here comes the rain again!
Group Pic in Lake Garda
Memories of 2019
Team MCC 2019 with Michael Murphy and Mr Byrne
U16 Gaelic Team 2019 with Michael Murphy
Memories of 2019
Jessica Moir Presspass National Features Winner 2019
Emma, Padraig & Anna at the Seamus Heaney Homeplace
Seamus Heaney Homeplace
Fifth Year Girls at the Seamus Heaney Homeplace
Fifth Year boys at the Homeplace
Ski Trip 2020
Ms McFadden’s Army 2
Class of 2021
Harry Boyce, Sergio Norbrega-Diver, Brenan Moore
Catriona Lynch, Alanna Lenaghan, Sadhbh Mullan
Holly Diss, Tara Farren, Jessica Moir
Class of 2021
Shaciara McCallion, Brendan Sharkey, Eoghan McLaughlin
Ciara Breslin, Kayleigh Sweeney, Nicola McConn
Ellen Ruddy, Sarah Michaelides, Michael Leech
Class of 2021
Tony Cavanagh, Orlagh McDaid, Sevennagh McLaughlin
Dermot Hirrell, Aoibheann Kelly, Ciara McCallion
Lucy McLaughlin, Nadine Harkin, Alanna Northey
Class of 2021
Leah McElroy, Michelle Connolly, Cara McLaughlin
A Anna Nicholas, Emma Barron, Padraig McDaid
Ciaran McLaughlin, Ciaran Crossan, Ben McDermott
Class of 2021
Kira Hanson, Mary McCauley, Conor McCallion
Conor Canning, Shea McLaughlin, Shane Crumlish
Oran McConnellogue, Dean Steele, Michelle Deehan
Class of 2021
Aine Brennan, Glenn Shibu, Rian O‘Kane
Shea O ‘Doherty, Leah Eichinger, Ben McGinley
Keely Canning, Jack McCallion, Rebecca McLaughlin
Class of 2021
Pearse Harrigan, Maria Lynch, Oisin Davenport
Eisha McLaughlin, Aaron Campbell, Caitlin McNally
Nicole Farren, Blaithin McCusker, Oran McCauley
Class of 2021
Jack Wilson, Amy McGonagle, Lucy McCallion
Emma Coyle, Craig McLaughlin, Liam Lyons
Kerry-Ann Brown, Conor Rowan, Peter Hegarty
Class of 2021
Seamus Harley, Aaron Morrison, Oisin Caulfield
Callum Harkin, Riain Shortt, Drew McKinney
Chloe McDermott, Conor Curran, Jade Dixon
Class of 2021
Aisling Farren, Stephen Havlin, Dermot Hoy
Mairtin Melarkey, Fergal Muirhead, Erica Lawrence
Ethan McGuinness, Jack McLaughlin, Kyle Mc Laughlin
Class of 2021
Claire McCauley, Kelene McDermott, Rachel McCourt
Shauna Ruddy, Naomi McHenry, Georgia McCormick
. Danielle McDermott, Laura Faulkner, Darragh McCole
Our Friend Jamie I remember the day when my heart fell away, With you going up heaven’s stairway. My heart broke in two, One half went to heaven along with you. My day had got off to a very good start, Until I heard what happened to you and this just broke my heart! Things have happened since you’ve gone, I normally turned to you, But now I don’t know quite where I belong. You always kept me in line, But I never got to thank you on time. You often helped me when I was stuck, And the one thing you always told me was “never give up”. I know you’re gone Jamie, but you’ll never be forgotten and I never will give up Nadine.xx
Jamie’s friends with the hoodie designed in his memory