"Honesty is the best policy" by Maria

I would  recommend 'Busted' from Room 7 at Tamaki Primary school. This movie features a boy who is dishonest with his mother about money. After receiving lunch money, he uses it to buy lollies from the shop and then tells his teacher that he has no lunch. Later on, his mother finds out from the principal that he has been buying lollies. After the mother has a good talk to her son he promises not to lie again. When he gets home and he's actually telling the truth, his mother doesn't believe him. The movie teaches us an essential lesson that lying is not good and  'honesty is the best policy!'

The best cultural festival yet by Maria

 From my perspective, I think that standing in the spotlights is the best place to be while performing at the Cultural Festival, especially in front of an audience. Being a part of the Cultural Festival for eight years has been fun and a privllage because it has helped me gain confidence and leadership in cultural groups and has made me strive to be the best role model as a senior student in my school. My key highlight of the night was opening the festival. I was chosen as one of the leaders for the Kapahaka group of 2012. It was my responsibility to open the National Anthem with a traditional karakia, welcoming the people and family from the past. To get my timing right to the music I had to listen and be focused to come in at the exact time otherwise everyone would've missed the beginning. After the National Anthem we sang a Pasifika greeting. I would like to give a big  thank you to  the teachers and friends of our school for taking time to help and support  our Kapahaka group for 2012.

At Rainbowsend you can..

See all the amazing coloured activities and rides
Smell all the yummy scents from the delightful food stores
Hear all the loud screeching and howlings from different people old and young
Taste delicious candy.

A weekend to remember

Overjoyed is the word to express my feelings on Friday as a hot humid day ended. My joy was reinforced by the arrival of my older brother Kasi who had flown up from Christchurch, where he worked on Waitangi weekend. Earlier in the day room 8, my class played softball. While I was enjoying the game, I did not enjoy the feeling of the sweat that trickled slowly like a slug from my head down my spine. Later that day mum dropped me off at the YMCA swimming pools where my overheated body was cooled immediately by the waters as it wrapped around me like a blanket in the cold night. I wished everyday was pool day.