visit of President Mary Mc Aleese.
was a special month for the students of the College. President
Mary Mc Aleese visited the school to mark the 75th anniversary
of the foundation of the school.
In the comfort
of winter sunshine, students formed a guard of honour leading
to the school. President
McAleese walked up the red carpet to Loreto at ten o’clock
sharp. Touring some of the highlights of our school, she
students on work that she deemed to be of third level standards
and stopped off in the home-economics room where a student
knitting brought back memories for her of “agonising
times turning the heel of a sock”.
address took place in the gymnasium, after a welcome by one
by poet Noel Monahan and a powerful rendition of The
Halleluiah Chorus by the school choir.
McAleese spoke with humour and passion about the Loreto education,
the empowerment of women and the uniqueness of each
of the students. She said that for the majority of us who will
never win the lotto, education is our big win. The Loreto Colleges,
one of which her own daughters attended in Dublin, provide “an
education wrapped up in faith” where each student is “inspired
and made confident” as it reveals them and their talents.
She commended the Loreto Sisters on the 75th Anniversary of the
school in Cavan and paid a tribute to all the staff of the college,
including Principal Ms. Margaret Donagh, former Principal Mr.
Brendan McCann, teaching staff and non-teaching staff. A presentation
was made to the President by the two youngest pupils.
Na micléinn ag cur fíor cían fáilte roimh an Uachtarán
THE CHILD LIVES FOREVER DEEP WITHIN US
A celebratory Poem
To mark 75 years of LoretoCollege Cavan,
The child lives forever deep within us
And once in a while-that child laughs, cries....
Ever sings with memories of school days
When thoughts were quavers away from a song,
Whispering down corridors in the night
Long silence in study, and hearts beating
To the rhythms of the classroom, the exam clock
Ticking on to a hundred white faces.
Here in Loreto college, Cavan where drumlins
Are brooding since the Ice Age, nuns and teachers
With minds as deep as a well, are quenching our thirst
And reminding us we're young talented people,
Deserving of love and exhorting us
Never to lose sight of the child within us.
Noel Monahan 27-11-2005