Young Scientist.

Today all of the tys headed off to the RDS to go and see the young scientist exhibition. It was a good day overall. All of the tys entered into the young scientist competition at the start of the school year to see if they got accepted. We worked in groups for this project too. Only one of the groups that entered from ty got accepted into the competition and there was also a group from fifth year that got accepted into the competition.

When we got to the RDS it was packed there was lots of other school there too. We were allowed to split into different groups and go around where ever we wanted during the day but we were not allowed to leave the RDS. I spent most of the day with Kellie and Louise we always managed to lose Róisín and Niamh like every five minutes but we alas managed to be with each other at some point in the day.

We first began to look around at all of the projects and some of them looked really good and interesting and people really did put a lot of effort into them after we spent some time looking at some of the projects we went to another part of the S and spent most of the time there going round in circles well it was more like a square but it’s all the same for about an hour while we were trying to look for Niamh and Róisín. When we finally found them we decided that we would go and see one of the show things. We went to the arena where e saw this juggling act. And I thought that it would be a bit boring but really it was pretty good

We had to meet up to go home at 1.45 so once we had found Niamh and Róisín we went to meet up with some the other tys. We got back to school around 3.00 s we got to spend t next 20 minutes in the hall before we got to go home it was a really good day overall.

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