Great work this week...

Many thanks to all who sent your work to me this week. Don't forget to email me your work/photos/projects to tlarke@stpatricksnstrim.com

David's Project on The 7 Wonders of the Ancient World

Aleksandra's amazing art!

Baking at home...

Andy Warhol Pop art!

I'm Spelling Well...

It's Math Time...!

Great Work!

Fuaimeanna & focail

My holiday to Italy

I absolutely love Italy. I have gone twice to the same place with my family. We were meant to go a third time this year but that has been cancelled due to the coronavirus. There is a lovely pool, and really enjoyable water slides, and I love going out in the evenings to different magnificent restaurants.

When we go to Italy one of my favourite things to do is go to Canava Water Park and eat LOADSSS of ICE CREAM!!!!! My personal favourite water slide in the water park is the black hole and the CRAZY River.

I also love to go to the markets and to get the braids in my hair. You can get some really good cheap things which I love because I don’t like spending my glorious money because I don’t have much.

I find Italy a lovely calm and relaxing country. Here in Ireland it is always rush rush rush, but in Italy nobody seems to be rushing, but I love Ireland and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Me and my family all stay in a mobile home. I love the mobile homes, I think they’re really cool. My family and I got a green one last time when we went to Italy. They are way smaller than my house but they seem so spacious.

The end by Beth.

My book review of 'The Magician's Nephew'

This week as part of my home schooling work I had to read a book and write a review on it.The book I choose to read was part one of the collection from The Chronicles of Narnia : The Magicians Nephew.

This is part one in a seven series collection and was written by the author C.S Lewis. The book was originally published in 1955, then again in 1980 and the edition that I have read was published in 2001 by Harper Collins Publishers.

The book was very easy to read, and it was interesting from the start. It is about a young boy called Digory who lives with his Aunt Letty and his uncle Andrew who is a petty magician in London. The boy’s father is away in India working and his mother is very ill and dying. He meets and gets friendly with a little girl called Polly.

 One night when they were exploring the attics of the old houses, they lived in they accidently ended up in Uncle Andrews forbidden room. Uncle Andrew (The magician) shows them magic rings that he has and tells them that if they wear the rings they will be taken to a new world that they can travel to and from by wearing the green and yellow rings.

The children do as the uncle has told them and on their adventures they encounter new worlds and new characters including the witch Jadis and A lion ,they travel to new and interesting worlds including the ” Dying World of Charn and the New World of Narnia”. They learn lots of things about what is right and wrong in the world.

This is a book that gets your attention from the start and makes you want to read more. In the very first few lines of the story the author says

                       “this is a very important story “(pg.9)

and this makes the reader feel that they need to read more to find out what it is that is so important. Throughout the book there are other things that the author says to keep the reader interested and to introduce mystery to the story. Chapter five is called

                               “The Deplorable Word “(pg.68)

“she even knew that I had the secret of the deplorable word … what is it? said Digory …That is the secret of secrets, said the Queen…(pg.77)

This part of the story is about Jadis the wicked witch and her sister. The two sisters were at war with each other for control of the City of Charn and Jadis kills her sister and destroys the city by using the Deplorable Word. She justifies what she has done by describing her sister as evil, but the reader never finds out the sister’s name or why she was so evil. This adds interest to the story and keeps the reader reading.

The reader never actually finds out what that word is, it remains a mystery. This is something that keeps the readers interest and makes them want to read more to find out what that word really is.

I think this is a really good book and it is suitable for my age (10years) because I found it easy to read. I could understand the language that the author used, and I could follow the story easily.

I found the story to be very interesting and it captured my imagination because it was full of magic and mystery.

The characters were all very interesting. I really liked the characters of Polly and Digory as they were the same age as me and liked doing things that I like to do, this kept me interested.

I also liked the character uncle Andrew because he is the one who introduced the children to the rings, and this is what led them to the

                  “worlds in between “

As he was a magician it makes the reader feel that anything could happen next and in the case of this story that is exactly what happens.

I do not like Jadis as she is mean and evil. She kills her sister and destroyed the world of Charn. When she comes to London, she causes trouble for everyone as she wants to rule the city and the world. As she is one of the main characters, she is interesting, and she does play a major part in the story.

In general, this was a great book it is very suitable for young children to read. The story is full of mystery and magic and it kept me interested. There are six more books in the series, and I cannot wait to read them.

By reading this book I learned lots of new words and in doing this book review I got to exercise my typing skills.

Transition to secondary school workbook

6th class parents

I have uploaded the 'Primary to Secondary' workbook (link below) that we would have been taking a  look at in school in the coming weeks.

You might find it useful to discuss some aspects of it with your child over the coming weeks. You could contact your secondary school to get a sample 1st year time-table.


https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ZOPx8hjfKm1zHXCSRgrxJ0II8LMwZo-Y/view?usp=sharing

Goodnight Mister Tom - Chapter 4 & 10 comprehension questions

Chapter 4  - Equipped

Dobbs clopped slowly past cornfields and cottages, bees and cream-colored butterflies. Tom
and Willie sat in the front of the cart. They had left Sammy behind to collapse in the cool
darkness of the tiled hallway. Willie clutched the long wooden seat, and as they jolted over
the rough cobbled road, his eyelids drooped. Suddenly he gave a frightened start, for he had
nearly fallen asleep and the ground below seemed a long distance away. Tom pulled on the
reins and they came to a halt.

"Here," he said, "you hop in the cart and take a nap." He helped Willie into the back and
threw him an old rug to cover himself with, for he still looked terribly pale. As soon as the
rhythmic motion of the cart began, Willie fell into a disjointed sleep. His thin elbows and
shoulder blades hit the sides of the cart at frequent intervals, so that he would wake suddenly,
only to fall back exhausted into a chaotically dream-filled sleep. He was just about to be
attacked by a horde of anxious faces when he felt himself being gently shaken.
"We's comin' into it, boy. Raise yerself."
Willie staggered to his feet and hung on to the side of the cart. They jogged past a river that
was sheltered by overhanging trees. It curved and disappeared from view behind some old
buildings.

"Remember any of this?"
Willie shook his head. "No."
They halted at a blacksmith's. Tom stepped down and lifted Willie after him. He untied Dobbs
and led her into a large dark shed. Willie heard him talking to someone inside. It wasn't long
before he reappeared and swiftly removed his haversack, bags and boxes from the back of the
cart. He placed a hand on Willie's shoulder.
"We got a lot to do, boy. You reckon you can keep up?"
Willie nodded.
Tom handed him one of the two small buff-coloured boxes and they both slung them over
their shoulders and set off. They passed a bicycle shop and a cobbler's and turned a corner
into the main street. It curved round a large square.
"On market days that be filled with all kinds of stalls," said Tom.
In the center of the square was a stone archway with a clock in its wall, and on the ground
below, surrounding it on four sides, were wooden benches.
They stopped outside a newspaper shop. Two placards were leaning up against the walls.
Poland Invaded! read one, and Turn your wireless low. Remember, someone might be on
duty, read the other. The door of the shop was already propped wide open.
"Hot, ent it?" said a tiny old lady from behind the counter. "Your usual is it, Mr. Oakley?" she
added.
Tom nodded.

She reached up to a yellow tin of tobacco on one of the shelves. A pile of comics caught
Willie's eye. Tom glanced at him.
"One candy and one comic," he said sharply. "Choose."
Willie was stunned.
"Don't you hurry, sonny," said the old lady kindly. "You jes' takes yer time." She pointed up
at some of the many jars. "We got boiled ones, fruit drops, farthin' chews, mints, there's
lollies, of course. They's popular. There's strawberry, lemon, lime and orange."
Tom was annoyed at the long silence that followed and was just about to say something when
he caught sight of Willie's face.
Willie swallowed hard. He'd never been asked to choose anything ever.
"A lolly, please, Miss," he said at last.
"What flavor?"
He frowned and panicked for a moment. "Strawberry," he answered huskily.
The old lady opened the jar and handed one to him. It was wrapped up in black-and-whitestriped
paper and twisted like a unicorn's horn.
"Now what comic would you like, dear?"
Willie felt hopeless. What use would a comic be to him—he wouldn't be able to understand
the words. He loved the colors, though, and the pictures looked so funny and exciting. He
glanced up at Tom.
"I can't read, Mister Tom."
"I know that," he replied shortly, "but I can, after yer Bible."
Willie turned back to look at the comics, so that he missed the surprised expression on Tom's
face. The words had leapt out of his mouth before he had had a chance to stop them. He felt a
mixture of astonishment at himself and irritation that his rigid daily routine was going to be
broken after forty undisturbed years. Willie at last chose a comic with his lolly, and Tom paid
for them. It was his first comic. His hands shook as he held it.
"Get movin', boy," barked Tom's voice behind him. "Are you deaf?" Willie jumped. "Come
on," he repeated.

Willie followed him next door into a chemist's shop and then into a grocery shop. They
stopped outside Lyons' tea house, where there was a selection of cakes in the window. A man
in uniform sat at a table nearby, with a young, weeping girl. Willie looked up at the shadow
that the man's body was casting across her face.
"Later, perhaps," said Tom, thinking that Willie was eyeing the buns.
As they were crossing the square, Willie tugged at Tom's sleeve.
"Mister Tom," he said urgently. "Mister Tom, I knows this place. I remember. That's where I
were yesterday."
They looked across at the railway station. A group of young soldiers were standing outside
talking excitedly, their bulging kit bags leaning up against their legs. A batch of children
accompanied by a young woman and the Billeting Officer who had brought Willie had
walked past them and were heading towards the Town Hall. They shuffled forward in a dazed
manner holding hands, their labels hanging round their necks. They were a motley bunch.
Some with rosy cheeks in brand-new coats and sandals, some thin and jaundiced, wearing
clothes that were either too small or too large.
"Come on, William," said Tom. "I got a list of things a mile long fer the draper's."
The draper's shop stood on the sidewalk opposite. Next to it was a toy shop.
"You want to look at the toys while I go in here?"
Willie shook his head. He didn't want to be left on his own.
"As you please," said Tom, and they stepped into the darkness of the draper's.
The shop was piled high with rolls of materials. Tom and Willie inched their way between
them. At the end of a roofless tunnel they found themselves standing in front of a long, high
wooden counter. A smartly dressed, middle-aged man was cutting a piece of cloth.
"Good morning, Mr. Hoakley," he said cheerfully. "Blacks hall right, hare they?"
Tom grunted in the affirmative.
A sound of light organ music came from a large wireless at the end of the counter.
"For the latest news," the draper explained. "I must say, this waiting is getting hon my nerves.
That Chamberlain's so slow. We're ready for 'Itler. I ses let's get on with it and stop this shillyshallying."
"I been hearing that blessed organ music on and off all blimmin' day," said Tom grumpily.
"Can't he play no other instrument?"
"That's Sandy Macpherson," said the draper. "Wonderful man. Holding the B.B.C. together
hin this national time hof stress, Mr. Hoakley."
"Sure he ent causin' it?" retorted Tom.
"Oh, Mr. Hoakley," said the draper. "I'm sure you don't mean ..." His words were cut short at
the sight of Willie's dull, sandy hair on the other side of the counter.
"He's with me," said Tom quickly. "I brung a list from Mrs. Fletcher for materials." He
pushed a list across the counter. "Boy's only got what he's standing up in."
The draper beamed. "A pleasure, Mr. Hoakley. I'll 'ave to measure 'im myself. I'm a bit short
staffed hat present." He flicked the long tape measure from around his neck and eyed Willie.
"There's not a lot of 'im, his there?" he remarked disappointedly.
Willie craned his head over the counter and watched him measuring and cutting two rolls of
gray and navy flannel. A roll of corduroy lay at the end of the counter. He reached out and
touched it. It felt soft and firm. He let his fingers drift gently over the ridges. Tom caught
sight of him.

"Might as well bring out several colors of that cordeeroy," he said.
The draper looked surprised. "Really. Oh well, if you say so, Mr. Hoakley."
"Two colors you can have, William. Takes yer choice."
The draper laid out rolls of green, brown, rust, navy, gray and red. Willie eyed Tom's green
trousers. He pointed to the green roll and after a pause to the navy.
"Good," muttered Tom. The boy's beginning to think for himself, he thought.
Willie smiled nervously and leaned with his back against the counter to look at the other
materials. There were crimsons and ambers, turquoises and sea greens, materials of every
shade and texture.
Tom leaned down and Willie found himself being fitted for suspenders.
"We'll have these braces," Tom said, placing them on the counter.
Willie continued to gaze at the materials. He loved the reds, but Mum said red was a sinful
color.
"I've to go to the bank," he heard Mister Tom say, "so I'll give you a deposit, like."
"No 'urry, Mr. Hoakley. I'll be 'ere hall day."
The draper chatted about rising prices, 'Itler and the price of butter while Tom grunted in
acknowledgment.
"Called hup this morning," Willie heard him say, "so if you know anyone who'd be looking
for a job, let me know. I'll heeven take a young girl," he said, "if she's bright. ..."
He wrapped the material in sheets of brown paper.
Willie longed to touch it, but it was put under the counter and he quickly followed Tom back
through the dark tunnel of materials and out into the daylight.
Next door was a shoe shop. It was packed with people buying up stout shoes. After a wait in
the queue Tom at last managed to get served.
"Boots," he said, indicating Willie's feet.
Willie sat on a chair as his feet were placed in a measuring gauge.
"Leather's a bit stiff at first," said Tom as Willie stood up in a solid pair of brown ankle boots.
"But we'll get some linseed oil to soften them up."
A huge lump seemed to burn Willie's chest. It slowly rose into his throat.
"Are they fer me?" he asked.
"Well, they ent fer me," answered Tom shortly.
The assistant put them in a paper bag and Tom handed them to Willie.
They stepped off the sidewalk outside and crossed over to another group of shops that curved
around the square. Two men were building a warden's post with sandbags. A large poster
hung above them advertising A.R.P. outfits. Tom stopped at the corner where the shop stood
and looked across at the Fire Station. It stood next to the Town Hall. A queue of men was
standing outside, soberly reporting for duty.
A trickle of sweat rolled down the side of Tom's face. He mopped it with his handkerchief.
The heat was stifling. There was no hint of a breeze anywhere. He felt a tug at his trouser leg.
"What is it?" he grunted.
Willie was pointing to a tiny shop down the small road they had just crossed. It was on the
corner of a cobbled alleyway off the road. The front of the shop was unpainted varnished
wood with faded gold lettering above it. In the front window was a display of paintbrushes
arranged in a fan. Tubes and colored pots and boxes were scattered below.
Tom's heart sank. He hadn't been in the shop since Rachel had died. It was her favorite place.
For forty years he hadn't been able to bring himself to venture into it again. There had been no
reason anyway. He didn't paint. He remembered how pleased she would be at the mere
thought of a visit.
"Paint has a lovely smell, ent it?" she'd say. "And a lovely feel." And he would laugh at her
soft, nonsensical way of talking.
"What about it, William?" asked Tom quietly. "You wants to take a look?"
Willie nodded feverishly.
"Only in the window, mind. I ent got time to dally inside."
Willie gazed at the shop dreamily as he crossed the road. A car hooted at him.
"Mind where you's goin'!" yelled the angry driver.
"Boy's in a daze," murmured Tom.

Willie peered in the window and wiped away the mist his breath was making on the glass.
There were boxes of colored crayons and wax, lead pencils and paints in colors he never
knew existed. Large empty pads of white paper lay waiting to be filled in. He looked lovingly
at the paintbrushes. There were thin elegant ones for the most delicate of lines ranging out to
thick ones you could grip hard and slosh around in bold, creamy-colored strokes.
Tom stood behind him and stared over his head into the shop. He remembered how Rachel
used to spin with delight in there. Her long black hair, which was always tied back in a knot at
the nape of her neck, would spring constantly outwards in a curly disarray whenever she was
suddenly excited. She could look at a row of colors for hours and never be bored.
"If I painted the sky," she had said one day, "I could go through life paintin' nothin' else, for
it's always changin'. It never stays still."
He looked down at Willie, who was making shapes with his finger on the misted window.
"What you doin'?"
"Drawrin'," said Willie. "It's one of them brushes."
Tom peered at it. "Humph!" he retorted. "Is it?"
He turned abruptly away and Willie followed him up the lane and back onto the main street.
They stopped outside a library.
"Best join," said Tom, "if you's goin' to stay, that is."
They opened the door and entered a large expanse of silence. Someone coughed. Willie
tugged at Tom's trouser leg.
"What is it?" he whispered in irritation.
"Mister Tom," he whispered, "why is it so quiet?"
Tom sighed in exasperation. "So's people can hear theirselves read."
They walked up to a large wooden table covered at each end with a pile of books. A tall, thin,
angular woman in her thirties sat behind it, her long legs stretching out from under it. She
wore spectacles and had fine auburn hair that was swept back untidily into a bun. She looked
up at them and allowed her glasses to fall from her nose. They dangled on a piece of string
around her neck.
"I've come to join him up," said Tom indicating Willie. "He's with me."
Miss Emilia Thorne gazed at Willie, stared at Tom and then took another look at Willie.
"With you?" she asked in astonishment. "With you!" she repeated. "But you're . . ." She was
about to say, "a bad-tempered, frosty old . . ." but she stopped herself.
"I'm what?" asked Tom.
"You're ... so busy."
Too busy, she thought. He never helped or joined in any of the village activities and had
ignored all the signs that a war was approaching. She leaned over the table and gasped. They
were both carrying their gas masks. She blinked and looked again. There was no mistaking it.
The buff-colored boxes were hanging over their shoulders. Mr. Oakley, of all people, was
wearing a gas mask!
"We ent got all day," said Tom sharply. "I'll leave the boy here. I got shoppin' to do."
Willie paled. Tom took a look at his face and groaned inwardly. How had he allowed himself
to be landed with such a sickly, dependent boy? But Willie was sick with excitement, not fear.
Even though he couldn't read, the sight of books thrilled him.
" 'Ow many's he allowed to have?"
"Three," answered Miss Thorne.
"Let him choose two with pictures and . . ." He paused for an instant. He never liked asking
anyone favors.
"Yes?" said Miss Thorne.
"Choose one that you think would be suitable for me to read to him, like. He ent learned yet.
And I've forgotten what young uns like, see." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "One has to
do one's dooty, don't one?"
"Yes, of course, Mr. Oakley," she replied hastily. She watched Tom leave the library.
"Now," she said, producing a pale-blue card. "What's your name? Your address I know."
Meanwhile, Tom stepped out of the coolness of the bank. It was ominously close. People
were still huddled in groups in the square, talking anxiously. Out of the corner of his eye he
saw some wirelesses in a shop window. He paused in front of them.
"Echo," he read, "Bakelite." There, on display, was a small ten-by-four-inch wireless. It was
run on batteries that had to be recharged. Ideal for someone like him who had no electricity. It
was made of light wood with two large circular openings, one with a fretted front, the other
fitted with a dial. Something to think about if he had to leave the boy on his own, like. Lot of
money, though.
He stopped at the corner and glanced down at the tiny alleyway where the artist's shop stood.
He hadn't time, he thought, and he set off briskly towards the blacksmith's, his rucksack and
his bags already bulging. He had also a box of groceries to pick up, and some wooden and
cardboard boxes that he thought would be useful for Willie's room.
Within half an hour he was back at the library. He peered through the glass at the top of the
door. Willie was kneeling on a chair absorbed in books, his elbows resting on a long wooden
table. Miss Thorne towered beside him, pointing at something on one of the pages. Tom
hesitated for a moment and then walked hurriedly along the small road back towards the
artist's shop.
"Forty-odd years," he muttered, staring into its window. "Is that how long it is?"
The same bell, he thought. He paused for an instant and then stepped inside.
Willie felt a hand touch his shoulder. It was Tom. He was carrying a parcel.
"Ready to go now," he said quietly.
Willie had his finger on a large letter. "That's an O, ain't it, mister?" Tom bent down to look.
The book was filled with pictures of a marmalade-colored cat. "That's right," said Tom. "You
knows yer alphabet then?"
"I nearly knows it." He looked up quickly. "Mister Tom," he asked timidly, "will you help
me?" He looked down at the book, clenched his hands and held his breath. Now he'd be in for
it. Don't ask help from anyone, his mum had said. He waited for the cuff around the ear.
"Yes," said Tom. "I expect I can talk to Mrs. Hartridge or whoever's your teacher and ask
what you need to practice."
Miss Thorne interrupted him. "Don't go working him too hard. Looks like he could do with
some of our country air."
"He'll git plenty of that," snapped Tom. "There's veg to plant and Dobbs to look after, and
weeding."

Miss Thorne said no more. Poor boy, she thought, away from his loving home and now
dumped with an irritable old man.
Tom picked up Willie's three books and gave them to him to carry. The one Miss Thorne had
chosen was Rudyard Kipling's Just So Stories.
"It's not very educational, I'm afraid, Mr. Oakley."
''Did I say I wanted somethin' educational?"
"No, Mr. Oakley."
"Then don't put words in my mouth."
"No, Mr. Oakley," and she suppressed a smile. After they had left, she stood in the doorway
and watched them walking down the main street past the square.
"What an odd couple," she whispered to herself. "Wait till I tell May!"
"Run," roared Tom, and he and Willie tore down the pathway to the cottage. They were only
just in time. The sky gave one almighty shake and split open. Rain and hail bounced on the
tiled roof with such venom that Tom and Willie were quite deafened. They had to shout to
make themselves heard. Sam growled and barked out of the front window.
Tom put the blacks up, lit the lamps and began unpacking the parcels.
"These are pyjamas, William," he said, lifting up two blue-and-white-striped garments. "You
wear them in bed."
"Pie-jarmers," repeated Willie, copying Tom's way of speaking.
"That's right. Now," he said, "you going to sleep in the bed tonight?"
Willie looked startled.
"Bed's for dead people, ain't it?"
Tom stood up. "Come with me."
Willie followed him across the passage to Tom's bedroom. He hovered in the doorway.
"Come in," he said. "Don't dally." Willie took a step in. "See this here bed? I've slept in it for
forty yer or more and I ent dead yet, and that basket at the end is Sammy's bed, when he's a
mind."
They returned to the front room and, after a light tea of eggs and toast, Willie changed for bed
and positioned himself by the armchair, next to Tom. The rain continued to fall heavily
outside, rattling the windows unceasingly.
"I'll have to fairly shout this story," yelled Tom above the noise.
Willie sat in his crisp new pyjamas. It had felt strange the previous night going to bed without
wearing his underpants; but this odd suit felt even stranger.
"Mister Tom," he said, "ain't you goin' to read from the Bible?"
"Didn't you like it from me head then, like last night?"
"Yeh," said Willie, "yeh, I did."
"I shouldn't think you'd understand all them long words anyways."
"No, Mister Tom," said Willie, feeling deeply relieved at not having to pretend anymore.
"Can I have 'Noah's Ark' again?"
Tom related the tale for the second time and followed it with the daring exploits of Pecos Bill
from the comic Willie had chosen.
After a cup of cocoa, Willie brushed his teeth over an aluminum bowl and then dashed out
into the garden to the little wooden outhouse, wearing his mackintosh and a new pair of gum
boots while Tom sheltered him with an umbrella.
They carried the mattress upstairs between them. Tom placed a rubber sheet on it and made
the bed over it, Willie helping him when he was able.
"There," Tom said when they had finished. "You can wet the bed till kingdom come."
"Mister Tom," whispered Willie, "ain't you angry wiv me?"
"No," Tom grunted. "When I first had Sammy he peed all over the blimmin' place. Takes time
to settle into a new place and its ways."
He turned down the blankets and Willie climbed in between the sheets. Sammy sat on the
bump where his feet were.
"I put yer comic and library books on yer table."
"Thanks, Mister Tom," and he bent down to pick up the book with the marmalade cat in it.
Tom watched him tracing words with his fingers.
"Ten minutes."

But Willie didn't hear. He was lost in the colored pictures. A loud knocking came from
downstairs. Sammy leaped off the bed and started barking. Tom quickly checked that the
blacks were firmly on Willie's window and disappeared down the ladder, holding a squirming
Sammy in his arms. Willie raised his head for a moment to listen.
"Good evenin', Mrs. Fletcher," he heard Tom say in a surprised tone. "Come in."
He turned back to his book, and soon Tom reappeared to blow the lamp out. The room was
blanketed in darkness until the blacks were removed.
"Good night, William," he said, tousling Willie's hair. "Pot's by the bed if you wants it."
Willie was exhausted. His head whirled with the names and faces of all the people he had met
that day. He was just thinking about the boy in the post office when he fell instantly into a
deep sleep.

Chapter Four-Equipped 50-63

1) What did Mr. Oakley buy for Willie in the newsagents?  

2) What comment did the draper make about the boy?

3) How did Mr. Oakley feel about the art shop?

4) What did the shop placards mention?

5) Where did Mr. Tom “join “the boy up?

6) Why did they run into the house?

7) Why didn’t Willie sleep “in “the bed?

8) What did they have for tea that evening?

9) Who called over to Mr. Tom?

10) What did Willie dream about as he fell asleep?

Senior Room Work: May 11th - May 15th

Remember to email your photos/work/queries to tlarke@stpatricksnstrim.com

I hope you're all well & got to enjoy the lovely weather recently.

Belated birthday wishes to Elizabeth & David. I hope you both had a great day!

• I've included information on 'The Maths Factor with Carol Vorderman' this week. 
• I've also included the links in the Gaeilge section for both the Béal Beo written & interactive activities.
• A suggested R.E lesson for this week is on the main page of our website.

ENGLISH 

5th & 6th class only –  Read ‘Goodnight Mister Tom’ – chapter 4 is on my teacher’s page & complete the 10 comprehension questions on the chapter. You can email your answers to me at tlarke@stpatricksnstrim.com

4th, 5th & 6th 

Please continue to read for pleasure daily. Please send me photos of what books you're reading at home...

If you like, write a short review of a book you've finished & I'll publish your review on my page!

The May edition of  'The Primary Planet' magazine is out now. You can read it online by clicking on this link:

https://online.flowpaper.com/7a630787/TPP92online/#page=1

• Spellwell - Unit 29 activities & spelling test on Friday (you could put the words into sentences to show their meaning)

• www.readtheory.org/auth/login - Your usernames & passwords are in the page 'Readtheory' in my classroom section. Try & do one activity per day. 

• Well done to everyone who is working so hard on this activity. 

• Creative Writing:  This week's creative challenge:  https://www.greatlighthouses.com/storykeeper/ (Please send me your entries & I'll upload them to my page)

Maths

• Maths Time  - Complete Week 29 activities plus 'challenges' on Friday

• Revision of tables daily - this week revise/reinforce 3,6 & 9 times/division tables – revise them on Splashmaths  

• 'Splash Maths' see log on details on previous post (your 4 assignments for this week are in your own sections)

• 6th class have recently signed up to 'The Maths Factor with Carol Vorderman' - it's usually £2 per week but it's currently free. It's a superb online maths tutor & once you register it will assign you to a module according to your age. The link is here:  https://www.themathsfactor.com/ 

Gaeilge  - 

Record/Watch ‘Cúla 4 ar scoil’ – Tá sé ar siúl ag a deich a chlog gach maidin ar TG4 (It’s on TG4 every morning @ 10 a.m.)

• Fuaimeanna & focail - week 29 activities & spelling test on Friday

• Béal Beo - log in on 'edco' site & continue ‘interactive activities’ on ‘Caitheamh Aimsire' unit plus complete these written activities based on the unit:

4th class: 

https://edcolearning.ie/Book/Page?bookId=book264&chapterId=chapter10&pageId=page159

https://bealbeo4.edco.ie/index/exercise/unit/9  

5th class: 

https://edcolearning.ie/Book/Page?bookId=book263&chapterId=chapter10&pageId=page145  (PAGE 145)

 https://bealbeo5.edco.ie/index/exercise/unit/9

Am don Léamh - read page 58 & complete activities on page 59

6th class:   

      
https://edcolearning.ie/Book/Page?bookId=book266&chapterId=chapter10&pageId=page175 (both pages)

 https://bealbeo6.edco.ie/index/exercise/unit/9

Am don léamh  - 5th & 6th only - reading page 58 & complete activities on page 59 

Project Work/SESE – begin/finish a new project of your choice (Please see 'Project Work & Art Activities' on main blog for inspiration) - Please email your project photos to tlarke@stpatricksnstrim.com 

Touch -Typing Club - continue typing club daily – 5/10 mins per day (Please email me if you have forgotten your password, it would be great to see some more of you doing this at home. It's a great skill to learn)

Nessy - Please continue Nessy if you attend Ms. Kilrane

Happy Birthday David!

Your best friend Gavin has made you a birthday card David...

We hope you have a fabulous birthday!

Work from home this week...

Many thanks to everyone who sent in their photos & stories this week.

Remember to email your photos/stories etc every week to tlarke@stpatricksnstrim.com

                                                      
                                                                   Fun in the sun!
                                                        

Lovely art work

The Maldives School Tour by David

One time on a school tour we went to the Maldives. It was great! We even got to stay there for a few weeks. On the day we took flight we were not told where we were going so it was a surprise. When we got to the airport we were surprised. It took us a day to get there which was ok. When we got to the island we had to travel by boat so by the time we got there the day had ended. So then we had to sleep in the huts that were there. There were only 4 people in a hut which was ok. Two of us had to be in a room (again ok) and we had bunk beds. I was on the bottom and Gavin was on the top bunk (ok again). In the morning we got up and we were up early so we got breakfast early. We then went swimming and there were slides going down to the water so it was cool. When everyone was up we all were swimming in the water, then we dried off and  Mr Larke said that there were teams. We could get points for our team for having the tidiest room and collecting stuff like seashells and clams and winning games. But there were points taken away from us if we were stealing stuff or  going into other peoples rooms to mess it up which is ok for me. So then we went scuba diving and we found some cool stuff. First I found a crab shell and then a cool rock. Then we went up to have lunch. Lunch was chicken wings and chips and dessert was ice cream, we could have any flavour with any sauce. I picked chocolate ice cream and green sauce. So then we played hide and seek. While I was swimming earlier I noticed that you can hide under the path and still breathe. I showed Gav it was great and then we won :) A big fat 15 points. We played some more in the water and found a small island not that far off. So I went there and found African penguins!!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!! I stayed there for a while adoring every penguin so much. Then I left and found some more stuff, a pearl, wait a pearl that’s about 100 points. well why not I brought it up and Mr Larke said that's worth 1,000 points!!! Oh yea an even bigger fatter 1,000 points!!! We had won until someone on the other team found another pearl and got 1000 points :( Soon it was dinner and we had pizza, cheese or ham and pineapple. Then we went back to our room for another night. At 9;30 I crept out of the room and went to the island. To my surprise there were fairy penguins!!! They were so small I could take one back in a bag but I didn't ,one because they live here and I shouldn’t disturb them and two because I didn't bring a bag. So I went scuba diving for a while then went to bed. I woke up  when I should’ve. We had breakfast which was toast with anything you spread on toast. I just had honey. Then we were told the score we were in the lead by 25 points. So we went swimming and then I saw a weird thing, a sunken ship with locks, keys and that kinda stuff. Which is a good thing and a bad thing, the good thing was that we have stuff to make a lock but the bad thing was that it was under water. So I needed tools. I started searching underwater and discovered that some of the cargo was in the bottom of the ship. I started looking there and then found what I needed, a screwdriver. Then I unlocked one of the giant colored boxes. Stuff in cardboard boxes came out. I brought a few out then asked Gav if he could help. He said yes. I told him to stand on the path and get the boxes. Ok said Gavin. We got everything we needed so then we built our lock. It worked really well and all for free. Then Gav said that we should dip some of the parts to cover them in mud and put some seaweed on them and then see how many points we get. I thought it was a good idea, it was. Mr Larke gave us 100 points for each piece which meant by then we got 25,000 points so then we thought that we should do the whole process again. We got lots more, it was great!!! Soon by surprise we had to go home again.  I was happy to return home but I was sad to go I miss the place and I wish I could go there again :_(

The Trip of a Lifetime

7 weeks into lockdown and I’m slowly starting to crack up. It’s been a difficult time for everyone but with the hope we’ll get there!  Recently we found out from LEO Varadkar that restrictions will slowly be lifting from 18^th of May, and with optimism we will eventually be allowed to travel by air. My family and I were meant to be going to be going on holidays in September but due to Covid-19 it’s looking highly doubtful that we won’t be visiting Spain any time soon! I’m here in my sunroom starring into space and all of a sudden out of the blue mom goes all holidays are cancelled  ‘’ my heart crumbles into a million peaces ..... I love going on holidays and now we can’t go . . . . What else is quarantine going to take away! I don’t hear much more of mom’s rambling on about after she drops that bomb. .   UNTIL . . . she says ‘’....  So when we can eventually go travel by air I was thinking, you and Mia could pick a destination for our next holiday because this will be THE TRIP OF A LIFETIME! ! ! ‘’ . So without a single thought, Mia and I get straight to it . . . searching and searching for hours on end until . . . we found our destination! We’re going to Hawai’i! ! !  It’s going to be a big family holiday, like one we never done before. Mia has made a list of all the activities we’ll be doing . . . . which includes ; paddle boarding , surfing , Doors of helicopter tour , and also visit Diamond head  in Honolulu where ‘ Hawaii five o’ series . We also want to visit O’ Ahun Island where ‘Magnum P.I is filmed.  Mia and I have decided that we will travel by plane to Hawaii with our family. We have found really nice hotel that is located in Honolulu so we will be central to all of our activities. The hotel is called ‘Alohilani Resort Waikiki Beach. It is a 4 star hotel. I absolutely cannot wait until quarantine is all over and we can finally go on this TRIP OF A LIFE TIME!

 THE END, BY HUGO .C    

                             Busy on the farm this week...