Spreagadh

In the end, Finn made it to his Spreagadh ceremony. 
After dropping Mimi to her class at 8.30AM, Mrs Raheny went to inform the lovely Dervla-with-the-perfect-teeth that Finn was still sick and wouldn't be able to make it. However Finn's teacher managed to convince Mrs Raheny that if at all possible, and if he could be unplugged from his life support machine for no more than one little hour, he should come and be part of it with the rest of his mates. 
This was a unique opportunity for us to get our kid to share his germs with 60 other kids whose families are about to embark on long journeys for the summer holidays, so who was going to hear my words of advice? Not Dervla or Mrs Raheny, that's for sure. 
And it was early in the proceedings that he had to say his scripted memory of Junior Infants in the microphone (kids of that age tend to mistake a wireless microphone for a lemon sorbet and I couldn't help but notice that all their lips got acquainted with the cool metallic grille - and Finn's carefully selected germs - while saying their also carefully scripted memories of Junior Infants*

Anyway, there you go. Well done Finnzy-Bob. You have graduated from the Junior cycle (downstairs classrooms) to the Senior cycle (upstairs classrooms). 
It's a neat little word, Spreagath (pronounced spra-ga).
It means We-are-a-school-good-at-showbiz-and-...-well... -we-are-good-at-showbiz-really. 
In Oirish. 

* I know their were scripted because:
a- not two kids (out of 62) had the same
b- there was a careful mix of "aw" moments and funny moments 
c- not a single kid said "my memory of Junior Infants is when Noah puked his cornflakes on his Halloween drawing, and when Lea saw that, she puked on her Halloween drawing too, and later our teacher cried"