Planning for Irish exemptions.

This is a document used at a staff meeting (primary) to agree on a form, class teachers will use to record differentiation and interventions used in Irish ‘over time’.

Below is the form that resulted from this ‘brainstorming’. This form can be included in the documentation that accompanies an application for an Irish exemption.

Though most schools will differentiate and intervene in similar ways there may be variations from school to school so an opportunity at a staff meeting, to talk about what might be included in this form would be useful.

 
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Planning for Irish exemptions

As part of the new procedures for applying for an Irish exemption, we are to include a ‘paper trail’ indicating that

Class and SEN teacher have provided

documentary evidence that the student presents with significant learning difficulties that are persistent despite having had access to a differentiated approach to language and literacy learning in both Irish and English over time are held by the school

i.e. Student Support Plans detailing

‘regular reviews of learning needs as part of an ongoing cycle of assessment,

target-setting,

evidence-informed intervention and review,

including test scores (word reading, reading comprehension, spelling, other scores of language/literacy) at key points of review.’

The student’s Student Support File (also called the Continuum of Support) will already have details of this in English – but not in Irish.

In order to put together a tick box list of differentiation/interventions/targets could we brainstorm in groups (at our class levels: Infants, 1st&2nd,3&4th, 5&6th ) answers to the following questions? LS teachers could work with the group they work most with.

  1. What accommodations do we put in place for a child who is struggling in Irish?

(a) differentiation

Level

Teaching style

Modifying Task

Modifying Pace

Following student’s interest

Level of Support

Resources

Response required from student.

 

(b) interventions

 

 

(c)targets i.e. what are our objectives with a child who finds Irish hard? What can we expect?

 

 

(d) Do we test? If so how?

 

This is a form that was devised at a staff meeting (Primary) that records differentiation and interventions in Irish ‘over time’ as evidence of this is required when an application for an Irish exemption is received. We will begin using this in January, and will refine it as we use it. So it is very much still in draft form.

XXX’S NS, NEWTOWN, COUNTY XXX

CHECKLIST FOR RECORDING THE DIFFERENTIATED APPROACH THAT WAS USED WITH THIS STUDENT IN IRISH, OVER TIME – IN ACCORDANCE WITH CIRCULAR 0052/2019

With regard to an application for an IRISH EXEMPTION (to be added to STUDENT’S SUPPORT FILE)

Name of pupil   Class

 

Accommodations in place for student:

1. Differentiation – What has been tried? Print ‘Yes’ where applicable
a) Level

Teacher teaches to the middle & differentiates up & down.

Different textbook used

Same book but different expectations

Yes

 

No

Yes

b) Teaching style

Extra instruction

Over teaching

Repetition

Teacher models answers

Teacher scaffolds oral responses

 

Yes

Yes

Yes

Yes

Yes

c) Modifying Task

Tasks simplified

Focus on oral Irish

Repetition & practice,

Less output (written) expected

Teacher models written response

Assistance given with cloze exercises

 

Yes

 

Yes

d) Modifying Pace

Expectation of less written output

Revision & repetition

 

 

Yes

e) Following student’s interests

e.g. mé féin

Irish music & songs, activities & games

 

 

Yes

f) Level of Support

Teacher one to one

Pair/group work

Peer support/coaching

 

Yes

Yes

Yes

g) Resources

‘Bua na Cainte’

‘Abair Liom’ (lots of useful lists at back of book)

Fónaic na Gaeilge

Online resources

Other:

 

 

 

h) Response required from student

Lower order questions in written work

Lower order questions answered orally

 
2. Interventions

Focus on Oral Irish

Lower level text book used

Same book but different expectations

Peer tutoring

 
3. Targets What are our objectives with this student who finds Irish hard?

That he/she have an appreciation of the Irish language and culture and that they enjoy Irish.

That he/she continues to have opportunities to practice oral Irish, sing Irish songs, play games and activities in Irish.

 

 

Yes

 

Yes

4. Assessment

Teacher observation

In class feedback

Photocopy examples of written work/evidence in textbook or copybook.

Yes

Yes

If practical, please scan a photocopy of  the earliest example of the student’s written work in Irish from this year and a recent one and add this to this student’s file.

5. Additional information: 

e.g. X is experiencing significant difficulty in English as his test results show. Despite differentiation in Irish and intervention, he is also struggling in Irish. This is affecting his confidence. I feel he would benefit from an Irish exemption so that he could use the time to concentrate on English. I am happy that he will participate in Oral Irish and activities in Irish as I feel this is of benefit to him.

 

 

Signed: Class Teacher                                                                                      Date:

 

#WorldPoetryDay: I Can’t Write A Poem’ by Leon O’B

The kids in the yard are too noisy.

Are you kidding?

I fell off my chair I got cut.

And it really hurt.

I need to go to the toilet urgently enough.

Call my mom, I feel sick.

My shoes are on fire.

I swear I have nits.

I need to go home.

Or I’ll give it to the other kids.

 

Ding! Time’s up.

Ohno!

If my Teacher sees this

I’ll be sent out.

At least I have got some good excuses.

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A Villain – A Class Poem using Metaphors – 3rd Class

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If he was a plant he would be withered.

If he was a sound he would be a slamming door.

 

He would be an explosion of thunder and lightning

because he is unpredictable

and raining fire, because he is in a rage.

 

He would be black liquorice.

and would smell like burning.

 

If he was a tree he would be a Whomping Willow.

He would be an icy Winter.

 

If he was a creature he would be a rat.

His teeth would be like the Great White Shark’s (This is a simile!)

 

If he was a flavour he would be bitter.

If he was a feeling he would be angry because he feels abandoned.

Poems using Metaphors from 3rd Class – Heroes & Heroines

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My Mum

If she was a tree she would be a blossom tree because

she makes a grey sky blue.

If she was a flower, she would be a daisy, because she is so pretty.

If she was an ice cream she would be an ice cream sundae.

If she was a sweet she would be candy floss

because she is so soft and kind.

She would be a sunny Summer’s day all year round. (Saibh)

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My Hero – Lee – My Dad

If he was a tree he would be birch because he’s bright.

If he was an ice cream he would be strawberry because he has good taste.

He is sunny all year round because he is fun to play with. (Dax)

Lily Peter Miller via Compfight

Teacher

If she was a flower she would be a tiger lily.

If she was an ice cream she would be vanilla because she is just right.

(Thanks Darcy ;))

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My Mum

If she was a flower she would be a sunflower because she is strong.

If she was an ice cream she would be honey comb because she is sweet.

If she was a chocolate, she would be a smartie because she is smart. (Emily M.)

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Ms. Honey (from Matilda)

If she was a tree she would be an oak because she is wise.

If she was a flower she would be a sunflower

because she is like the sun. (Caoimhe)

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Matilda

If she was a candy she would be caramel because she’s super sweet.

She would be super sunny because she is all smiles. (Arkleen)

‘The Sound Collector at School’ by Lisa

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The ringing of the school bells,

The shushing of the teacher,

The shouting in the yard,

The sighing of the children (playtime is finished),

 

The turning of the pages as the children do their reading,

The sadness of the books as the children put them away,

The yaying of the children when teacher says, ‘It’s hometime!’

The chatting of the children as they talk about their day.

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at My House’, by Dax

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The scratching of the pencil,

The chomping of me eating,

The barking of the dog next door,

The blaring of the TV.

 

The whistling of the kettle,

The humming of the oven,

The beeping of my clock,

The whirring of the blender.

 

The sipping of the smoothie,

The annoying brother,

The hitting of the keyboard,

The clicking of the Nintendo switch,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at the Hospital’ by Alicja

A hospital corridor ANBerlin via Compfight

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The talking of the people,

The ticking of the clock,

The crying of the baby,

The calming of the doctor.

 

The scraping of the surgery knife,

The screeching of the wheelchair,

The coughing of the people,

The banging of the door,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at the Farm’ by Ryan

Peaceful Country Hindrik Sijens via Compfight

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The mooing of the cow,

The clucking of the hen,

The oinking of the pig,

The barking of the dog.

 

The bleating of the sheep,

The singing of the birds

The quacking of the ducklings,

The screeching of the gander,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector’, by Seán E.

Closer Erin Johnson via Compfight

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The crying of the baby,

The ticking of the clock,

The wishing of the wind,

The turning of the lock.

 

The bleating of the sheep,

The singing of the birds

The quacking of the ducklings,

The screeching of the gander,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at the Haunted House,’ by Kyle

Haunted HouseCreative Commons License Steve Moses via Compfight

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The creaking of the stairs,

The purring of the cat,

The whispering of the ghost,

The ticking of the clock.

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at a Party’ by Chester

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The clapping of the hands,

The stomping of the feet,

The strumming of the guitars,

The shaking of the rattles,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at the Zoo’ by Pola

Female Sumatran Tiger, Mannis of Ueno Zoo / スマトラトラのマニス♀(上野動物園) Toshihiro Gamo via Compfight

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The growling of the tiger,

The laughing of the hyena,

The whistling of the orcas,

The thumping of the elephants,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at the Birthday Party’ by Saibh

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The munching of the cake

The chuckling of the children,

The smashing of the pinyata,

The pinging of the doorbell,

 

The singing of the birthday song,

The screaming of the children,

The swishing of the napkins,

The purring of the cat,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at the Zoo’ by Conan

Lion Dellboyy Art via Compfight

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The roaring of the lion,

The purring of the tiger,

The growling of the leopard,

The swishing of the cheetah as he sprints.

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector in the Haunted Hills’, by Jamie C.

La Luna Werner Wilmes via Compfight

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The ticking of the clock,

The creaking of the floor,

The shaking of the house,

The banging of the door.

 

The creaking of the church bell,

The growling of the bears,

The scraping of the knife,

The running up the stairs.

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Keeper at School’ by Rainbow

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The chatting of the children,

The ringing of the bell,

The shushing of the teacher,

The scraping of the pencil.

 

The flipping of the pages,

The swishing of the paintbrush,

The zipping of the coats,

The rumbling of the engines.

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at the Library’ by Sam

1976 - 2007 Anthony Beal via Compfight

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The typing of the typewriter,

The shhh of the librarian,

The picking of the books,

The turning of the pages.

 

The ticking of the clock,

The creaking of the chair,

The closing of the books,

The shutting of the door.

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector in my Back Garden’ by Abi

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The banging of the ball,

The barking of the dog,

The sizzle of the barbecue,

The clicking of the sun umbrella,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector in Summer’ by Mya

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The shining of the sun,

The singing of the birds,

I finally hear the summer sound,

People laughing all around,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at my House,’ by Leon

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The ticking of the toaster,

The ringing of the doorbell,

The creaking of the stairs,

The banging of the door.

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at the Swimming Gala’, by Laura E

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The whistling of the coaches,

The beeping of the buzzer,

The splashing of the water,

The cheering of the crowd,

 

The yawning of tired parents,

The sipping of the coffee.

The rubbing of the towels,

The packing of leaving people,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

Saorla’s Poem about Me – Using Similes

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I am as talkative as a chatterbox.
I’m as fast as a jaguar.
I’m like an elephant swaying its trunk.
I can be as annoying as a barking dog.
I am as excitable as a jumping kangaroo.
My eyes are as blue as the sea.
My hair is as brown as milk chocolate.
My laugh is like a child chattering.
I am me!