We have had a lovely few days celebrating our wonderful 6th Class from trips to water fights, Graduation Mass, awards, releasing of balloons, parties and the traditional shirt signing. You have all been such a central part of our school community. It was been wonderful to watch you all blossom into the amazing young people that you are. It has been such a privilege to have been part of your journey and so excited to see what the future holds for you. We will miss you all.
With every best wish to you all – Anina May, Ava, Eimear, Sarah, Saoirse, Aaron and Conor who begin their next exciting chapter in Colaiste Treasa. In Kilbrin NS, we have fantastic memories of this fine bunch of young people. They leave us with a legacy of kindness, friendship, sporting, creative, music, art and history talents and much more. We hope you stand tall, shine bright and share all your incredible talents with everyone you meet in Colaiste Treasa. Your family in Scoil Eoin Baiste are so proud of you all and look forward to seeing all your achievements to come. Go neiri an bothar libh go leir.
THE FULL STOP DAY BY MARK BIRD
Last six hours of primary school
Goodbye is getting near
The sums and sentences all done
The full stop day is here
Last five hours of primary school
Where everything’s before
The aims and games and crazes
no one’s crazy for no more
Last four hours of primary school
Surrounded by a class
who’ll scatter soon and not return
when summer’s days have passed
Last three hours of primary school
One final lunchtime play
Instead of chasing friends we try
to chase and catch the day
Last two hours of primary school
The clock hands blur and skid
Signing shirts, remembering
the coolest things we did
Last one hour of primary school
where teachers understood
And helped me see I could achieve
for they believed I could
Last half hour of primary school
The assembly we all dread
We cannot sing – us 6th Class kings
The crown slips from our heads
Last ever second of primary school
The full stop rings in our ears
But a thousand chapters left to write
We must vacate our childhood site
For time moves on and time is right –
To leave our wonder years