Literature in a decile one school: Paula Morris goes to Otahuhu

I loved going to the school. “Here’s Paula Morris,” students helping at reception would say whenever I arrived. “Hello Paula Morris!” they’d shout to me as I walked to a classroom. They were always ready with helpful advice and comments. Miss, do you need a mirror? Your hair is messy. Miss, do you have a cold? Your nose is blocked. Miss, we looked you up on the Internet. Are you really fifty, Miss? Are you fifty?

They also had questions for me. How do you spell Lamborghini, cappuccino, croissant? How do you spell chocolate mousse, and have you ever eaten one? Have you ever been to LA and visited Starbucks?