Croeso i rifyn 18 cylchgrawn digidol Gwynllyw. Dyma newyddlen digidol yr ysgol gyda chyfle i ddysgwyr a'u teuluoedd darllen newyddion diweddaraf yr ysgol. Hefyd rydyn ni'n rhannu cysylltiadau defnyddiol i chi.

Welcome to issue 18 of Gwynllyw's digital magazine. This is the school's digital newsletter with opportunities for learners and their families to read the latest school news. We also share useful links with you.

Ar y seithfed ar hugain o Ionawr, cafodd disgyblion gyfle i ymuno mewn diwrnod lles. Mae ein lles yn holl bwysig ac mae cyfleoedd i fod yn rhan o gymuned, newid y drefn arferol a bod yn greadigol yn hanfodol. Dydy'r cyfnod hyn ddim yn arferol i ni ac felly mae'n hyd yn oed fwy pwysig ein bod ni'n cymryd amser i edrych ar ol ein lles. Roedd nifer o weithgareddau gwahanol gan gynnwys celf, chwaraeon, cerddoriaeth a choginio. Hefyd, cafodd dysgwyr ac athrawon y cyfle i gymryd rhan mewn cwis a sesiynau meddwlgarwch. Roedd hi'n ddiwrnod ardderchog, diolch i bawb am gymryd rhan a diolch arbennig i'r athrawon oedd wedi trefnu gweithgareddau.

On the twenty seventh of January, pupils were given the opportunity to take part in a wellbeing day. Our wellbeing is vital and opportunities to be a part o a community, change the normal routine and be creative are essential. This is not a normal time for us and therefore it is even more important that we take time to look after our wellbeing. There were a number of different activities including art, sport, music and cooking, Leaners and teachers also had the chance to take part in a quiz and mindfulness sessions. It was a fantastic day, thank you to everyone who took part and a special thanks to all of the teachers who organised the activities.

Roedd dysgwyr blwyddyn 7 i 9 wedi dathlu Diwrnod Defnyddio’r Rhyngrwyd yn fwy Diogel ar ddydd Mawrth, Chwefror y 9fed. Cafodd dysgwyr gyfle i greu gemau gan ddefnyddio Scratch, dylunio posteri diogelwch a dylunio logo. Hefyd, roedd rhai disgyblion wedi gweithio ar y wobr ddigidol iDea.

Learners in years 7 - 9 celebrated Safer Internet Day on Tuesday, 9th February. Learners were given the opportunity to create a game using Scratch, design safety posters and design a logo. Also, some pupils worked on the iDea digital award.

Y Cyfnod Clo

Cyffrous am wyliau, cyffrous am bennod newydd,

gormod yn digwydd i gofio yn yr ymennydd,

Covid sy’n ymestyn cynlluniau oedd yno

arhoswch adre yn ddiogel ond yn gryno,

diwrnodau yn araf a misoedd yn gyflym

cyfyngiadau yn gosod popeth yn llym.

Eleri Jackson Bl.9

Y Cyfnod Clo

Mae gwynt yn llifo yn araf ac yn hardd

Mae plant yn caru chwarae yn yr ardd,

Dawnsiodd y goeden yn sbri gyda’r gwynt

Roedd rhaid i bawb ddod mewn yn gynt.

Harri Jacob bl.9

Y llyfr rydyn ni’n wedi bod yn darllen yw ‘Tawel Nos’ gan John Townsend. Mae’r genre yn ffilm o gyffro tywyll, dirgelwch a trosedd. I ddechrau, mae’r clawr yn drawiadol iawn ac yn dipyn o ddirgelwch. Pwy yw’r ferch sy’n sefyll yn y glaw? Pam fod golwg betrus ar ei hwyneb? Mae ‘na olwg o frys a phryder yn ei llygaid. Fedrai ddim pwysleisio pwysigrwydd clawr wrth ddenu rhywun i ddewis llyfr ac mae hwn yn enghraifft dda o un sy’n denu sylw.

I grynhoi’r stori tipyn mae merch o’r enw Lowri sy’n mynd ar fws a chael ei gadael yn y glaw ar ben ei hun felly mae bachgen o’r enw Marc yn siarad efo hi. Mae’n gadael hi wybod pam ei fod fe’n fyna a mae e’n dweud ei fod yn poeni am Lowri a’i fod e yna achos mae ei ffrind o’r enw Dafydd ar goll ond y cwestiwn yw pwy sydd ar fai?

Lowri yw prif gymeriad y stori, a rydyn ni’n dilyn hi wrth iddi gyrraedd y pentref glan mor ar y bws i drio rhedeg allan o westy peryglus. Rydyn ni’n dychmygu sut mae hi’n teimlo, mae emosiwn fwyaf rydw i’n gallu darllen yn ofnus gan ei bod hi’n clywed ei fbd hi’n rhywle lle mae plant yn mynd ar goll a mae hi ar ben ei hun. Mae Marc yn mynd i siarad gyda hi a bod yn neis iddi hi felly mae hi’n meddwl ei bod yn gallu ymddiried ynddo ond ydy hynna yn wir?

Ar ddiwedd y stori mae Lowri yn gweithio mas pan mae hi yn y gwesty fod popeth yn blot i’w herwgipio hi. Pan mae Lowri yn gwybod hynny mae hi’n trio ei gorau i ddianc dyna pan mae’r tensiwn yn codi yn y stori. Mae’n gadael chi ar ddiwedd eich cadair yn trio gweithio mas os mae hi’n mynd i ddianc mewn amser.

Rydw i’n hoffi sut mae’r stori yn codi tensiwn a sut mae’r plot yn datblygu achos rydyn ni’n ffeindio popeth allan ar y un pryd a Lowri felly mae’n teimlo mwy fel ein bod ni yn y sefyllfa efo hi. Byddwn i yn argymell y llyfr i blant oedran 12 neu fwy. Rydw i yn gallu darllen neges tu ol i’r stori sef i feddwl am bwy ydych chi’n ymddiried ynddo a bod yn fwy ymwybodol am pwy sydd o gwmpas chi.

Not for the first time that night, a scratching came from the supposedly empty spare room…

I awoke. Darkness surrounded me. The candle by my side was already lit… but ever so dim, my feet were barely visible. As I gazed out into the midnight void, that heinous, eerie noise continued. Apprehensively, I navigated through the gloomy hallways, using this only source of light… in this ancient cavern of a house. Scratch! There it was again. That abnormal sound emanating from upstairs, in the empty spare room.

“Hello, is...is someone there?” I anxiously stuttered. While observing the void, after foolishly asking that, I was reminded that I was the only one in this gelid, damp and dreadful building… or at least I believed I was... There was nothing. No sound. No sight. I climbed up, what I could only assume was the staircase. Alone, I was accompanied by the slight flickering of scarlet candlelight and the abhorrent creaking of the dilapidated leaden teal stairs. One after the other, gingerly placing my feet, endeavouring to make the faintest noise possible.

Then... a torn crimson carpet appeared, the candle in my hand emitted just enough light allowing me to perceive it from a small distance. Although, it had an indisputably malodorous odour, and it appeared to be dripping, slowly. I cautiously followed, to the top of the ragged staircase and through the onyx corridor that lay before me, guided by that sangria pathway. The more I approached the scratching at the end of the corridor, the more audacious the situation became. The air was foul, a heavy wind blew down the narrow tunnel. I reached the obsidian aegean door. I took hold of its icy handle, and began to rotate.

Suddenly, a plethora of scuttling scampered behind me. I managed to catch a glimpse of a hunched hooded figure… but nothing more.

“Who’s there?!” I agitatedly cried. Poised and filled with trepidation, unable to identify what it was. I opened the door momentarily, and passed through without consideration. I closed the door. Locked it. Barricaded it with whatever I could notice. Although, the peculiar side of this is that the room was actually… empty. Except for a white bed, which is where the violet coral liquid leads.

As I thought to myself, I couldn’t remember any scuttling at all. I was relieved after deep contemplation that there wasn’t scuttling throughout this dreadful house. However, all of that changed instantly. The door was locked. There wasn’t even a key for it… And, not for the first time this night, the same scratching came from under the bed in this supposedly empty spare room.

Scratch! The heinous, eerie noise continued. Scratch! Apprehensively, I climbed the creaking staircase of my grandmother’s farmhouse, gingerly placing one foot after the other on the fading scarlet carpet. Indisputably there was a scratching noise emanating from my Nan’s spare room at the top of the stairs.

“Nan?” I anxiously called. A wave of foolishness enveloped me as my Nan had died the previous Spring however a sixth sense indicated that the noise was associated with her. Nan...are you there? Is it...is it you?

Scratch...Scratch...Scratch! The blood-curdling noise continued, SCRATCH...SCRATCH...SCRATCH; it progressively got louder and more violent as time passed. I cautiously made my way up the creaking dusky beige ladder, gingerly making my way up step by step, bit by bit, each step slowly increasing the amount of fear within. The eerie scratching noise could only be heard from my room, so nobody else in the house could hear it, therefore I was going up alone.

I thought to myself “There is a plethora of things this could be. Am I going insane? Is this noise just in my head? Am I overreacting?”...

As I get to the top of the dusky beige ladder and open the antique attic hatch, I hear a scramble of what seems to be some sort of animal trying to skitter away. I get hit by a wave of negative emotion, as my dog recently ran away “Ace!, is that you?” I anxiously called.

As I fully emerge in the attic I see Ace’s old teal and emerald collar he used to wear out. I endeavour to keep calm, but as I approach the rear end of the attic, I see a pair of heinous, demonic eyes sat in the corner staring at me, menacingly.

Although I am completely terrified, I can’t sleep with the scratching happening above me. I approach the creature, and the creature approaches me. As we approach each other, I think to myself “ Do my eyes deceive me. Ace? Is that you buddy?

I see my 15 week old black and tan German shepherd comes running towards me as fast as his legs would let him. And it was him trying to get back down that was causing the racket that terrified me.

Beauty - Finding beauty in all things is a superpower of the human race. We see sunsets, nature, waves and see beauty, but why don’t we see that in our own bodies? A movement to combat this insecurity was body positivity, but with time, even that has begun to push an ideal.

Body positivity can be traced back to the Victorian era. Women began challenging constricting corset sizes and body mutilation happening to achieve the extremely small sizing expectations. More recently, an essay by Lew Louderback titled “More People Should Be Fat” began a movement to end fat-shaming in the 1960s. In the essay, Louderback called for more ‘plump’ women in magazines and described his own experience with weight based discrimination. Coinciding with the height of second wave feminism, this body positivity became ingrained in feminism, women’s calls for autonomy and freedom from societal expectations of feminine beauty; actors from the movement went on to create The Body Positive in 1996. Beauty brand Dove have been famous for their body positive campaigns, moving away from fat-acceptance, towards the beauty of all bodies despite race, ability, size, height etc. Many feel the meaning of Body Positivity has been lost in its popularity, as if the term has become something for brands to use in order to seem inclusive while still using petite, white-passing, able bodies to sell it. This feeling seems strongest for plus-sized black women, disabled and non-binary people who feel pushed out, while they keep fighting for visibility in the movement, many have moved their focus to body neutrality.

Body neutrality emerged in 2010 as an alternative for those who felt ostracised or pressured by the ‘love your body’ rhetoric pushed by the body positive movement. Body Neutrality is a movement with the aim of separating self-worth from the body. Activist Jameela Jamil says, ‘I can sit here and not think about what my body is looking like.’ This step away from ‘beauty’ is debatably the most innately feminist ideal possible, a world where the attractiveness or desirability of one’s body has no effect on life. Carefully ensuring that people still feel able to be empowered and in love with their bodies, body neutrality has tried to advocate for pure acceptance, not acceptance because it’s beautiful, but instead acceptance because that is how your body is and how it makes you feel. The body neutral movement has also allowed for people to feel more relaxed about their appearance and beauty, an issue with body positivity is that it’s unrealistic and leaves no room for bad days.

Body neutrality offers a chance for us to appreciate beauty but not to conform to an idea. Sunsets, waves and nature are still beautiful; we are still beautiful; but by accepting that a wave is just water that will return to the sea, we accept that beauty is fleeting and truly unobjective. We don’t force the waves of the sea; we see them and appreciate them. Body neutrality offers appreciation for who we are.

Mae dysgwyr blwyddyn 7 ac 8 wedi yn ymarfer sgiliau creu gwefan gan ddefnyddio Google Sites. Dyma enghreifftiau o waith ardderchog gan Lowri Harrington, Gwenan Dickenson, Maegan Cooper-Salter, Neurin Phillips, Iestyn Phillips a Sienna Halpin.

Year 7 and 8 learners have been practising their website creation skills using Google Sites. Here are some examples of oustanding work from Lowri Harrington, Gwenan Dickenson, Maegan Cooper-Salter and Sienna Halpin.

Llongyfarchiadau enfawr i Ioan Higgins sydd wedi derbyn cynnig i astudio Seicoleg yng Ngholeg Girton, Prifysgol Caergrawnt.

Huge congratulations to Ioan Higgins who has received an offer to study Psychology at Girton College, Cambridge University.

Rydym hefyd yn falch i rannu fod Morganna Davies wedi derbyn cynnig i astudio Daearyddiaeth yn Rhydychen. Newyddion gwych- llongyfarchiadau Morganna. We are also proud to share that Morganna Davies has received an offer to study Geography at Oxford University. Great news - congratulations Morganna.

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