Ag Gáirdín an Gheimhridh i nGaillimh, bhí an scoil chónaithe clúdaithe i sneachta faoi láthair.

At the Gáirdín an Gheimhridh in Gaillimh, the boarding school was currently covered in snow.

Bhí fonn ceoil agus suaimhnis san aer.

There was a sense of music and tranquility in the air.

Bhí baill na scoile sáite in ullmhúcháin do mheasúnuithe lártéarma.

The students were engrossed in preparations for midterm assessments.

Bhí Aoife, Declan, agus Saoirse ag freastal ar an scoil seo, gach duine acu le dúil agus aidhmeanna éagsúla.

Aoife, Declan, and Saoirse attended this school, each with different aspirations and goals.

Bhí Aoife ar thóir scoláireacht ollscoile lena healaín.

Aoife was in pursuit of a university scholarship for her art.

Thaitin a cuid ealaíne le gach duine, ach bhí eagla uirthi nach mbeadh a grá don ealaín le feiceáil ina cuid marcanna.

Her artwork was liked by everyone, but she feared her love for art wouldn't be reflected in her grades.

Bhí uirthi go n-éireodh le Saoirse, an comhraic cáiliúil sna ranganna, mar ba ghnách léi.

She was anxious that Saoirse, the renowned competitor in the classes, would succeed as usual.

Bhí Saoirse eolach agus bhí straitéis aige i gcónaí.

Saoirse was knowledgeable and always had a strategy.

Bhí sí mar réalta na múinteoirí, ach bhí rún i gcroí Aoife.

She was the teachers' star, but there was a secret in Aoife's heart.

Bhí Declan, idir an dá linn, ag imirt peile amuigh ar an bpáirc.

Meanwhile, Declan was out playing football on the field.

Níor bhíodh suim aige i tréimhsí fada staidéir.

He wasn't interested in long periods of study.

B’fhearr leis a bheith ag scairteadh le liathróid ar a chos.

He preferred kicking a ball with his foot.

Lá fuar a bhí ann nuair a sciob Aoife léaráid nua ón radharc álainn timpeall na scoile.

It was a cold day when Aoife captured a new illustration from the beautiful scene around the school.

Bheartaigh sí é a chur san áireamh mar chuid dá measúnú, in ainneoin am costasach.

She decided to include it as part of her assessment, despite the costly time.

D'oscail sí a peann agus thosaigh sí ag déanamh na n-imlínte sneachta, na crainn fhiáin, agus an spéir bán.

She opened her pen and started outlining the snow, the wild trees, and the white sky.

Tháinig an lá mór.

The big day arrived.

Bhí halla na scoile lán de daltaí agus múinteoirí, agus atmaisféar na hiomaíochta idir Saoirse agus Aoife le brath.

The school hall was full of students and teachers, and the atmosphere of competition between Saoirse and Aoife was palpable.

Spreagadh Aoife le nerves nuair a nocht Saoirse na scóranna ard a bhain sí amach i n-ábhair eile.

Aoife was fueled with nerves when Saoirse revealed the high scores she achieved in other subjects.

Ach nuair a bhí sé de sheans ag Aoife a cruthaitheacht a léiriú, sráideanna a léaráid na sneachta le dath agus beatha.

But when Aoife had the chance to showcase her creativity, her illustration of the snow came alive with color and vitality.

D’ardaigh sí a ceann go muiníneach agus d’oscail sí a croí.

She lifted her head confidently and opened her heart.

Níorbh iad na marcanna amháin a bhí lárnach anois, ach an bhealach ina raibh sí ag cur í féin in iúl.

It wasn't just the grades that were central now, but the way she was expressing herself.

Bhí an bord measúnachta dorcha ag breathnú uirthi, ach bhí gealadh ina n-aigne.

The assessment board looked at her in a serious manner, but there was a lightness in their minds.

Níorbh fhada go raibh aoibh gnaíúil ón ollamh ba shine.

It wasn't long before the eldest professor smiled graciously.

“Tá do thallann dochreidte, Aoife,” ar sí.

"Your talent is incredible, Aoife," she said.

“Ní bhíonn gach rud faoi na marcanna amháin.

"Not everything is just about the grades."

”Níor thug Aoife an chéad áit i ngach rud, ach faigh bhí sí ag fháil an scoláireacht uathúil don ealaín.

Aoife didn't take first place in everything, but she received the unique scholarship for art.

Bhí sí sásta, ní amháin le haghaidh sprioc na holscoile, ach mar gur thuig sí níos fearr a buanna féin.

She was happy, not only for her university goal but because she better understood her own talents.

Ní raibh Aoife níos faide ag comparáid í féin le Saoirse ná éinne eile.

Aoife no longer compared herself to Saoirse or anyone else.

Thuig sí gur féidir le gach duine a bheith difriúil, agus go raibh cosán difriúil aici le leanúint.

She realized everyone can be different, and that she had a different path to follow.

Ar deireadh, bhí sí go mórálach as an rud a shroich sí agus an ról nua a bhí aici sa scoil.

In the end, she was proud of what she had achieved and the new role she had in the school.

Ag deireadh an lae, le sneachta fós ag titim go réidh lasmuigh, mhothaigh Aoife go raibh sí i gcuideachta cairde againn-saibhre agus a stair féin á scríobh aici.

At the end of the day, with snow still gently falling outside, Aoife felt she was in the company of dear friends and that she was writing her own history.