Brú Oideachais Na hOíche Shamhna

The Pressure of Education on Oíche Shamhna

Éirí amach go luath ar maidin i mBrú Oideachais Na hÓige, bhí gaotha géara ag séideadh trí chrainn le duilleoga dearga agus órga ag titim go tréan.

Arising early in the morning at Brú Oideachais Na hÓige, sharp winds were blowing through the trees with red and golden leaves falling steadily.

Bhí atmaisféar draíochtach san aer agus scáthanna na crann ag damhsa faoi sholas an ghealaí.

There was a magical atmosphere in the air and the shadows of the trees were dancing under the moonlight.

Sa scoil, bhí daltaí ag cur isteach ina ndiaidh a chéile, ag réiteach do lá saothair eile.

In the school, students were filing in one after another, preparing for another day of work.

Bhí an bóthar isteach go dtí an ceann lóistín jab faoin tuath i gcónaí suas go dtí aoibhneas beag, le coillte móra timpeall air.

The road leading to the rural lodging place was always an ascent to a little haven, with large forests surrounding it.

Bhí an foirgneamh fada, na ballaí tiubh, lán le healaíontacht aolchloiche agus clúdaithe le headraicín.

The building was long, with thick walls, full of artistic limestone and covered with ivy.

Bhí cuma mhistéireach air, go háirithe le feileacán oíche déag ag mealltacht thart ar na fuinneoga a bhíonn le bris i gcónaí.

It had a mysterious appearance, especially with night-moths fluttering around the ever-breaking windows.

Aoife, cailín réasúnta ciúin ach géarchúiseach, a shiúil go mall síos an halla luaith, ag seiceáil a glasraí.

Aoife, a relatively quiet but keen girl, walked slowly down the ash hall, checking her locker.

Bhí faitíos uirthi gach uair a d'oscail sí é, clúdaíodh a taobh istigh le nóta nua, gach ceann ag nochtadh rúin do thiomnacha.

She was always a bit nervous when opening it, with the inside often covered with new notes, each revealing secrets to the designated.

Is minic a bhí sí ag smaoineamh cé leis an lámh mholta a bhí ag bronnadh orthu.

Oftentimes, she wondered who the thoughtful hand was that bestowed them.

Bhí sí bródúil, ní leisciúil, b'fhéidir, a bheith ag breathnú ar na rudaí beaga nuair a théastaigh fíricí breise uaithi.

She was proud, not lazy, perhaps, to observe the little things when additional facts were needed.

"B'fhéidir go bhfuil sé mar gheall ar an nóta seo," a shíl sí.

"Maybe it's because of this note," she thought.

Tháinig Saoirse agus í ag casadh isteach sa ghnáth, an íoc concas atá lena fórsa mar laochra.

Saoirse arrived in the usual manner, with her dynamic presence as a champion.

Bhí sí in ann a eochair a sheiceáil i gcónaí, agus bhí a fiosracht faoi leanúnachadh annamh bhrónach.

She was always able to keep a check on her key, and her curiosity about the continuation of the often-sad news was remarkable.

Ní raibh mórán nuacht aici a dhéanamh, ach bhí sí ag súil go sciobfadh sí mionsonraí nua faoi na nótaí a bhí scaipthe seo.

She didn't have much news herself, but she hoped to grab new details about the scattered notes.

"Tá sé ina thoisce a fhios a bheith ag an duine seo i gcónaí," arsa Saoirse le Aoife,

"It's a constant question who this person might be," said Saoirse to Aoife,

"ach tuigim féin go bhfaighfimid amach cá as a dtagann siad." Ionchas Aoife.

"but I believe we'll find out where they come from." Aoife's anticipation.

"Cad a shamhlófá faoi Cillian?" thiar ag Aoife, ag súil leis an litir a oscailt dá phailme íogair.

"What would you imagine about Cillian?" Aoife mused, hoping to open the letter in her delicate palm.

Bhí sí ag claonpháirtíocht gur mhac léinn neamhlonrach a bhí ag súil le faoiseamh éigin i gcónaí agus ag imirt an stróc íogair a bhuailfidh beagnach gach tráthnóna.

She was complicit that he was an undistinguished student always hoping for some relief and playing the gentle stroke that would strike nearly every evening.

Chuir Saoirse í féin faoi chuideachta Aoife, ag imeacht ar fud an champais thar na crainn inné faoi oíche Choste.

Saoirse joined Aoife, wandering across the campus beyond the yesterday's trees over Oíche Choste.

Bhí a n-iontas uathu ó thíortha éagsúla le graim consommée ó ar fud an domhain.

Their surprise came from various countries with consommé grams from around the world.

"B'fhéidir gur cheart dúinn an cluiche a dhéanamh le Cillian," admhaigh Saoirse,

"Maybe we should make the game with Cillian," admitted Saoirse,

"má bhíonn rud éigin níos mó ann; tá nasc aige, gan amhras, is cuma cad atá ann."

"if there's something more; he has a connection, no doubt, whatever it is."

Tháinig Aoife suas le cineál rúnasach faoi cheann amháin do leideanna na nótaí go háirithe; bhí sé leagtha amach go ndéanfaidís athmhachnamh ag tábla le Saoirse agus Cillian ann.

Aoife came up with a particular insight about one of the note's clues; it was arranged that they would reconsider at a table with Saoirse and Cillian present.

Bhí Aoife ag tógáil an chinnidh bheith ag foilsíodh bric le focail inste de dhóiteán le lucht oibre.

Aoife was determined to publish pieces with words spoken earnestly by the workforce.

Reachtáil plé spontáineach le Cillian, cé go raibh an phobal stairiúil sin i bhfad le tagairt, ag réiteach codach gardaí i gcomhluadar na líonraí rúin a bhí scaipthe sa scoil.

A spontaneous discussion took place with Cillian, although that historical community was long referenced, breaking through a guard of secrets spread around the school.

Bhí Cillian ar fad i dtreo plé, agus bhí Aoife suaimhneach mar go raibh a breith cheart.

Cillian was all in for the discussion, and Aoife was at ease as she made the right decision.

Oíche Shamhna, i mbordluach scaoilte, bhí imreoirí béasach a bhréagnaigh a gcuid fealla-jomaíochtaí ag buachaillí meidhreach le gluaiseachtaí beaga, a rá go raibh comhdhála iompú draíocht na dtiománaithe seo.

On Oíche Shamhna, in a relaxed atmosphere, there were playful players defying their little banters with merry boys with little gestures, saying that a magical conference was turning these engine drivers.

Bhí an gnaoi seo a bhí céim éigin orthu trí aghaidh a thabhairt ar an bhfíoras go raibh cúpla scoil earcair idir lámha.

Their charm had somehow affected them by addressing the fact that a few schools were at hand.

I gceannas na himeartha, mhúscail Aoife an fonn scéal a bhí thart ar an teach an oíche sin, agus mhothaigh sí níos cumhachtaí sa scoil mar gur thug an taiscéalaíocht gné thábhachtach de mhothúchán ón rud féin don fhios fáidhe.

At the forefront of the event, Aoife stirred the tale around the house that night, feeling more powerful in the school as the exploration offered an important aspect of emotion from the very thing to knowledgeable prophets.

Ar ndóigh, lean an oíche, agus tuigeadh níos mó ná mar a bhí ar siúl go fóill.

Of course, the night continued, and more was understood than what was still unfolding.

Le bród ar a cuma i lár a bpiaraí, thuig Aoife go raibh sí fós ina cúis le feasacht agus gur fiú riachtanas a bheith macánta.

With pride in her standing among her peers, Aoife realized she was still a cause for awareness and that it was worthwhile to be honest.

Ar an draíocht atá ar eolas sonrach, bhí Aoife ag fáil cúig sheilf go láidir.

In the particularly known enchantment, Aoife was gaining strong standing with five shelves.

Bhain an casadh seo sláine í i bpáirc cabhraithe le Saoirse taobh thiar de, chomh maith le tús síoraí nua le Cillian chuig ceann dosheachanta na scoile.

This turning secured her in a supportive field with Saoirse behind her, as well as a new eternal beginning with Cillian towards the school's inevitable conclusion.

Rinneadh todhchaíochaí beaga a fhoghlaim, agus ansin bhí a placeadh céimseata as an gcónasc.

Small futures were learned, and then a geometric placement was made out of the structure.

Chonaic Aoife gurb é an cruinneachán go dtéarnfaí cneasa trí shliocht don chéad choise tráchtála, bitheolaíocht do chiall an mhéid a théann i bhfad níos doimhne tríd trí dheireadh.

Aoife saw that the dome represented healing through a lineage for the first commercial step, biology for the sense of what goes much deeper through explanation.

Fágtha a bhí na sil iarrachtaí, agus lean an rún chun tuiscint iarbhír na bhfocail is bríomhaire a bhriseadh síos ag an uile leibhéal.

Left behind were the attempts, and the intrigue continued to break down the actual understanding of the most meaningful words at every level.