A Word Film

Enjoy watching our 'word film'!

We had fun exploring language ...

We chose words that had special meaning to us, or words we liked the sound of, or words we thought belonged in a poem.

Which word is your favourite?

Can you write a poem using some of our words?

 

Earth Poems for Paula Green

 Over the past few weeks our writers have been creating poems for Paula Green's Earth Poem Challenge. Paula received so many poems from students all over Aotearoa, and she said it was very difficult to pick just a few.

Congratulations to the following poets who have had their poems selected and published on Poetry Box and a special celebration for Bridget and Mason, who Paula has picked to send a copy of her poetry book to. Fabulous!

I Dreamt …

I dreamt I was moana
and I was clear and clean.

I dreamt I was a kiwi
and I was small, brown and soft.

I dreamt I was a clean stream
and no one threw plastic bags at me.

I dreamt I was an elephant
and no one hunted me.

I dreamt I was a forest
and no one cut down my trees.

I dreamt I made a picture
with flowers
for all to see.

Bridget I, age 8yrs, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

Pīwakawaka

as brown as cocoa pops

legs just like twigs
(really skinny)

wings move so fast
           you can’t see them

they hop
            and fly

their tail is just like a fan
            blowing on my face

Hollie B, age 8, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

My Mother

shiny, brown hair flows in the wind
her cold, ringed fingers grip my hand
and I shake, walking along the grey, bumpy path
her shoes glisten like crystals

her light blue nails shine in the soothing sun
her favourite red handbag sits beside her
on the seat of her grey car

Anna F, age 7, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

My Best Friend, Celia

Her soft, curly hair
pokes out of her head like springs.

She does amazing headstands, for ages.

Her smile lights up my face
with happiness.

Her favourite colours are the same as mine
black and blue.

Bridget, age 8, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

My Mother

Her long fingers glide
across the calculator
Her colourful scarves change
throughout the week

She cracks the egg
with one hand
and mixes it into the family recipe
orange cake that
lingers in your mouth
for days

Her help is in every corner
of the house
when you need it
Her kindness is
everlasting and
will last a lifetime

Moaz A, age 12, Year 7, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

Joshua

His sense of humour really gets me cracked up
his maths skills are divine

playing games with him is the best
his generosity is super nice

he has black, short hair
and usually wears a long sleeved t-shirt under his clothes

Joshua is a good friend
and trust me when I say that
he’s a good friend

Mason, age 9, Y 4, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

I Wish

I wish I was walking through a beautiful, healthy rainforest
I wish I was breathing fresh, cold air
I wish I was swimming through clear, flowing water
I wish I was wearing a crop top and shorts without anyone judging
I wish the world was a better place

Gemma C – age 11, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

Taniwha writing

 Here are some awesome taniwha drawings and descriptions by some wonderful Team Roto Writers, inspired by Monica Koster's illustrations in Tama and the Taniwha.

My taniwha has long, colourful, shiny hair. Its skin is green, pink and purple, like a rainbow. It has two horns like a devil. It has sharp teeth and three green legs. Its long tail is as shiny as two gold coins. It tells terrible jokes and does roly polys in the water. It also floats like a starfish in the clear water.

by Hollie

Green and purple hair flows with the current like seaweed. The belly is sparkly ilke a polished amethyst. She swims next to majestic eels. She tells bad jokes and skips stones on the surface of the glistening water.

by Piper

My taniwha's hair is as colourful as a rainbow. Her unicorn horn is as sharp as teeth. Her crystal neck is as shiny as glitter. The taniwha tells horrible jokes.

by Kylie

Lift Education's School Journal

Congratulations to Ethan Green, who has had a poem selected for publication by Lift Education in the School Journal. 

Lift Education will commission a professional illustration for Ethan's poem, A Lounge of Little Lizards, and it will be published in the Level 2 School Journal in June 2024 alongside some of Aotearoa's finest adult authors. Congratulations, Ethan!

A Trio of Authors

We are fairly certain that the Peters brothers have broken a record for being the most published family in Toitoi!

Here are Oliver, Henry and Ned with the journals and books which feature their writing.

Congratulations to the trio, we are super proud of you!

link to Toitoi's Facebook page

 

Published in Toitoi

Congratulations to Oliver Peters and Natalia Wakelin, who have both had their writing published in Toitoi #33.

Natalia was also the winner of the Toitoi Story Search Competition.

Published poet!

 Congratulations to Isabelle Holmes, whose poem titled 'Pegasus the Winged Horse God' has been published in the NZ Poetry Society's 2023 anthology. Awesome, Isabelle!

Tiny Poems

Over the past few weeks, some of our writers have been working on tiny poems, inspired by Paula Green's challenge on Poetry Box.

Paula picked some of her favourites to publish on Poetry Box and we were thrilled to have some poems included. Congratulations to:

Haon - gliding falcon

Ryan B - golden lion

Isaac E - sneaky dog

Madeline - fast cheetah

Georgia - wrinkly elephant

Emilia A - falling down

You can read their poems on Poetry Box  and below.

Special congratulations to Haon, who Paula picked to send a copy of her book, Groovy Fish to.

gliding falcon

thin wings
glide
like paper aeroplanes

sharp beak digs for worms
big eyes
stare

Haon, age 10, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

Golden Lion

copper eyes glowing
like the sun
thin whiskers
pointy like needles
soft mane
as messy as a gorse bush

Ryan B, age 11, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

Sneaky Dog

creeps silently
to the pantry to retrieve his bone
acting like he’s on a secret mission

Isaac E, Year 7, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

fast cheetah running
brown dots,
brown as chocolate

fur bristles,
gold as a sunflower

Madeline, age 10, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

wrinkly elephant

enormous ears
big as the titanic
wriggly trunk waves like seaweed
feet as round
as dinner plates

Georgia, age 10, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

Falling down

Gorgeous green now blinding brown
A sheet of leaves covers the land
like a blanket           

Emilia A, Year 7, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

Check out our library themed poetry and readings on Paula Green's Poetry Box website!

Poetry Box

Students from Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School read poems by Paula Green, Bill Manhire and Doc Drumheller. You can listen to them at the link above. Thanks to Amber, Zoe, Adeleyn, Max, Ayla, Emily H.

Some of our writers composed poems about our school library and these were published on Poetry Box.

Sparkling Universe

I open the door
and the wonderful smell of books
draws me in.

Characters creep
out of their books
longing to bring me into their world.

I want to find out
about tales of girls and their horses
running from home
and dangerous adventures
across sparkling ice.

The magic of books
fills my lungs
as I open a book the world
turns off like a lamp
and I am transported
to another universe.

by Bernadette S, 9 years old

The Library

The library is full of magical forests
fairies flying over sparkly bridges
where greedy ogres wait

unicorns with shiny horns
dogs barking at villains
cats hissing at disguised bag guys
shrinking girls climbing hay bales

and me,
in the library pit,
reading

by Mea (age 7) and Scarlett (age 8)

I walked into the school library and saw

robot dinos fighting,
a taniwha hovering around,
Lego people building,
a bunny hopping…
and my friends fainting!

by Bodhi Hill (age 7)

In the exciting library is

a greedy goblin
and a Star Wars robot
and the little yellow digger
and a giant Lego castle
and an evil scientist with its evil puppy
and the giant titanic
with a cat riding on it
and a giant green army
a cackly ghost
and a skydiver jumping out of a plane.
But… poor Mrs McCreanor…
she is getting chased
by a creeper!
Aaaaaah!

by Theo P, age 8

Party in the Library

Partying in the library is…
a giant taniwha boogying like cray
Baa Baa Black Belt chopping trees the size of mountains
and the little yellow digger
and a big T-Rex fossil
and Mrs McCreanor is…
running out!

by Lachlan H, age 7

In the dark library, there is

a humongous pirate
with a green and purple taniwha

and a tiny black ant
a humongous blue whale

and a scary big witch with a wand
and a yellow little digger

Mrs McCreanor is FREAKING OUT!

by Nico Meek (age 7)

In the Library

The library is a free place to be
surrounded by books
with stinky pirates ruling the land
big giants breaking down buildings
mysterious fairies hiding behind pages
the brave taniwha chasing the tuna
and Mrs McCreanor going crazy

by Bailey M, age 9

The library

The library is a gateway to a land of witches
riding on their dusty broomsticks
or a place in Rio where the bluebirds roam the land
or even the thrill of a green and purple taniwha chasing after you
and fairies helping Mrs McCreanor issue books
with their fairy dust.

Meera Sharma age 10

A Library is a Gateway

A library is a gateway
to a land of evil and goodness
where spells and battles happen.

A library is a gateway
to lead you into the 1400s
which was the time of olden castles
where there is a simple life for everyone.

There could be giants
when the library leads you deeper down
into the viscous chapter of World War One.
into the second chapter of the horrific World War Two.

The library leads you much deeper down
into the beginning of the old smoky 21 century
and even much deeper down you arrive at the brand new 21 century
where new vehicle arrivals enter are hybrids and electric.

And finally we are at the last adventure in the library
where we get to know how
will things look like in the future.

By Ammar, Year 5 age 10

Groovy Fish

Congratulations to all our writers who had their poems published on Paula Green's Poetry Box website: Chris, Max, Laylah, Ayla and Nikan.

You can read them here: https://nzpoetrybox.wordpress.com/2023/09/07/poetry-box-welcomes-spring-with-poems-by-children/

Paula picked Chris and Max to send a copy of her poetry book Groovy Fish to. We are sure they will find lots of inspiration in Groovy Fish to write loads more of their own fabulous poems! Thank you, Paula!

Chris

Max

Given Words Results!

Our Russley Writers sent our poems to Spain for this year's Given Words Poetry Competition. Students at López de Arenas Secondary School, Marchena, Seville, Spain, made 'word films' and five words from these were picked for this year’s competition: broken, reflection, disappear, path and paint.

Our poems had to include these five 'given words'. 

To get our creativity flowing, we began by making our own word films. You can watch our word films below:

Charles Olsen made special mention of our film in his judging comments:

"I have received a wonderful collection of ‘word films’ from pupils at Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School in Christchurch. They had a lot of fun making them and were also excited about the poems they wrote travelling all the way to Spain!"

Now... to the results of the poetry.

Whilst we didn't win... some of our poems stood out as favourites among the judges and were among a small number selected to be published on the Given Words website. 

Congratulations to: Laylah, Emily H, Jimmy K, Max B and Tenushki.

The judges had this to say...

" I particularly liked the simplicity of Broken Reflections and how it creates a beautiful image with its original way of looking and listening ‘the sound of the waves/as they calmly crawl up the sand’, how the sun becomes ‘a broken reflection/in the endless sea’ and the final path is one of the most original, the ‘orange beams’ … ‘a path to nowhere.’ "

Broken Reflections

I sit and listen
to the sounds of the waves
as they calmly crawl up the sand
while I watch the sun disappear

a broken reflection
in the endless sea

the sunset paints
an autumn colour in the sky
orange beams shoot from above
creating a path
to nowhere.

Laylah Broughton, aged 12
Ōtautahi Christchurch

My Sandcastle

On the side of my sandcastle
I place little pieces of broken seashells
as small as a newborn baby's palm.

The painted path is small chips
I stole from my sister's lunch.

On the top of my castle is
my mum’s small makeup mirror
in which I can see my dripping wet reflection.

But then in comes the mighty tide
causing my beautiful sandcastle
to disappear under the wild waves
never to be seen again

Soon after I can hear my mum ask,
'Have you seen my mirror?'

Emily Halliday, aged 12
Ōtautahi Christchurch

Dear Grandma

It was sad when when we needed to leave your sight
and disappear from sri lanka

I look at my reflection
the spark in my hazel-brown eyes
and I think about you

Now I feel like the path to you
has broken

I really wish that you can stay in new zealand
forever and do fun stuff like painting

Tenushki Rangasinghe, aged 7
Ōtautahi Christchurch

Hey Dad

Hey Dad,

Sometimes, I wish I had your skills:
being able to paint well;
walking straight tall and proud on the path;
able to make problems disappear;
and never breaking dreams.
I wish I was a reflection of you—
that would be awesome.

Jimmy Kitchingman, aged 13
Ōtautahi Christchurch

Waiting for the Turtles

My hands disappear into the cold sand,
I look at the ocean

The reflection of the blue moon
paints a broken path
across the water

I feel as cold as the waves

Max Bell, aged 11
Ōtautahi Christchurch

You can read the rest of the selected poems here: https://nzgivenwords.blogspot.com/2023/09/given-poems-national-poetry-day-2023.html

Spring Poems Published

Congratulations to these talented poets, who have all had their poems published on Paula Green's Poetry Box website:

The Sun Shines Again

The time of the year has come
when all the bare trees

wear their blossoms
like pink, frilly hats

People go to Hagley Park
to see the golden daffodils bloom like
a cluster of stars shining bright in the night sky

The sun shoots its rays
all across the world
giving life to all

Christopher Pearman age 11, Year 7 

Blooming

the hidden daffodils bloom

wearing large golden manes

lining up

like a long, yellow tail

Laylah, age 12, Year 7

Spring Poem

tulips, daffodils, daisies

bloom, bloom, bloom

tūī, fantails, sparrows

chirp, chirp, chirp

sun, sky, cloud

shine, shine, shine

blossoms as pink as hearts

tulips as red as blood

by Nikan B Year 4

Blooming in Christchurch

Golden daffodils shining

like stars in the night sky

Pale pink blossom drifting off

trees like pieces of tissue paper

falling from a hand

Luscious green leaves

blow around in the spring breeze

by Ayla B, age 11

Spring

Clouds drifting

on their way to the sun

My wheels pushing the grass away

Sun reflecting off my handlebars

by Max B, age 11

In addition, Paula has picked Max B to send a poetry book to. Congratulations to all our poets!

Sky Poems Published on Poetry Box

Our Russley Writers have had a cluster of beautiful sky poems selected by NZ poet Paula Green and published on her website, Poetry Box.

Congratulations to:

Kylie G

Millie S

Hayley C

Agrima K

Aoife

Kelvin

Joshua K

Mason

Anna F

Alfie

Bridget

Tenushki

Kiaan

Maia S

You can read their poems at the link below.

https://nzpoetrybox.wordpress.com/2023/08/30/poetry-box-poems-by-children-sky-poems-from-te-parito-kowhai-russley-school/

Poems to Spain!

Here are some of our poems we sent to Spain for the Given Words Poetry Competition. Our poems could be on any theme, but had to include the five given words: broken, path, paint, reflection, disappear.

School Crazy

At school, 

my pencil disappeared

I broke my book

I stepped in dog poo on the path

I painted my rubber

my reflection broke the mirror

Hopefully, 

I don't have a day like this tomorrow 

by Bridget I. (age 8, year 3)

Dear Grandma

It was sad when when we needed to leave your sight 

and disappear from sri lanka

I look at my reflection 

the spark in my hazel-brown eyes

and I think about you

Now I feel like the path to you 

has broken

I really wish that you can stay in new zealand 

forever and do fun stuff like painting

by Tenushki R. Age 7

Memories

I go every night to the broken mirror

in the attic

so I can remember my great grandpa

and how he chose the right path

in life

I look at my reflection

illusions surround me

memories of his stories in his diary

of his life at war

make my tears drop

I lock the memories up

so they do not disappear

otherwise

they will fade away

into the misty dust

and evaporate

into the depths of the soil

that slowly digests 

into a gloomy sludge, like paint

by Ammar S. (age 9, year 5)

Sidhu Moose Wala

Dear Sidhu

I feel so broken without you

on reflection

you just disappeared

walking down the path

I see spray painted pictures of you 

everywhere

it’s just not the same

without you.

by Javahn B. (age 10, year 5)

Rainy Day

The paint on the path

started to disappear

as the rain 

dropped from a cloudy, misty sky

I saw my reflection

in the puddle

and the longer I stared

it seemed like

it was broken

by Meera S. (age 10, year 6)

Memory

I was at a blue river

the water 

reflecting

on my broken sunglasses

I took them off

heart broken

my mum had

disappeared

I remembered 

my mum

on a path

paint trickling down her top

she was painting a

beautiful picture

of me and my dad

Anna Foley, (age 7, year 2)

Broken Reflections

I sit and listen 

to the sounds of the waves

as they calmly crawl up the sand

while I watch the sun disappear

a broken reflection

in the endless sea

the sunset paints 

an autumn colour in the sky

orange beams shoot from above

creating a path

to nowhere.

by Laylah B. (age: 12, year 7)

Paint a New Path

I stare blankly at my younger self

as the reflection fades away

Back then

I was afraid of people disappearing

around me

As I try to paint a new path

I tell myself I shall fix

my broken heart

by Chris P. (age: 12, Year 7)

Painting a Picture

I was at the beach 

playing tag 

with my reflection

suddenly, the clouds disappeared

leaving the sky, blue as the ocean 

showing a path.

As I walked down the path 

it broke behind me.

It led me 

to my younger self, 

painting a picture 

then the path fully faded

 

I 

fell 

into the void of darkness.

by Isiah C-P. (year 7 age 12)

Dear Bank Account,

Hope you have recovered 

from my big purchase of lollies. 

Now I can’t even afford 

to pay my rent. 

All my money has disappeared.

Now my heart is broken.

I’m on a path to homelessness.

I’m in the bathroom 

with its paint peeling from the wall

looking at my downcast reflection in the mirror

rethinking my life’s decisions.

Lots of love,

from the Money Sucker.

by Ashton A. (Age 11, Year 7)

Hey Dad,

Sometimes, I wish I had your skills:

being able to paint well;

walking straight tall and proud on the path;

able to make problems disappear;

and never breaking dreams.

I wish I was a reflection of you-

that would be awesome.

by Jimmy K. (age 13, year 8)

My Sandcastle

On the side of my sandcastle

I place little pieces of broken seashells

as small as a newborn baby's palm.

The painted path is small chips

I stole from my sister's lunch.

On the top of my castle is

my mum’s small makeup mirror 

in which I can see my dripping wet reflection.

But then in comes the mighty tide

causing my beautiful sandcastle 

to  disappear under the wild waves 

never to be seen again

Soon after I can hear my mum ask,

“Have you seen my mirror?”

By Emily H. (Age 12 Year 7)

Brokenhearted

Brokenhearted,

I trudge along a crimson painted path

Suddenly I stop at a river

and see your reflection next to me.

Then I remember, 

the warm sand in between my toes

sitting next to you by the fire 

sipping out of antique mugs

the memories rush through my mind 

like crashing waves

Eventually they calm down

my thoughts all sink and disappear

deep into my mind

I look next to me

you’re gone

My heart breaks

By Adeleyn W.  (Age 11 , Year 7)

Waiting for the Turtles

My hands disappear into the cold sand,

I look at the ocean

The reflection of the blue moon 

paints a broken path 

across the water

I feel as cold as the waves

Max B. (Age 11, Year 7)

Dreamful Paradise

At the beach, I find

broken conch shells buried in the sand,

my blurry reflection in the water as the tide comes in,

it disappears

just then before my very eyes a path magically appears,

it is covered in paint and old and mossy

And then I wake up

 

By Ayla B. (Age 11 Year 7)

Broken Dreams

As my dreams started to 

disappear 

my heart felt 

broken like glass

I tried to paint a picture 

to lead a path for my dreams. 

I looked in the mirror  and I 

saw a reflection of

me

and I wished my dreams 

would come true! 

By Agrima K. (AGE 8, YEAR 4)

hawaii

the ocean is like

a cool, blue paint

my reflection 

appears in the waves

broken seashells

litter the ground

a soft-shell crab disappears

into the sand

a pebble path 

leads me home

by Joel R. (Year 8)

Given Word Film

 Our writers have had an awesome time exploring creative ways to illustrate words - inspired by the videos made by the students from López de Arenas Secondary School in Spain.

Check out our short word film below:

Published in Toitoi #32

Congratulations to our newest published authors! These talented writers have just received their copies of the latest Toitoi journal containing their awesome mahi.

Well done to Ila, Porou, Kahurangi, Ned, Jack and Bernadette!

Rain Poems from Team Roto

Another bounty of brilliant poems from our year 4 poets!

One Rainy Day

by Kelvin M

Wobbly worms wiggle on the path

fat heavy raindrops drip on my umbrella

frightening lightning cracks the sky

below the booming clouds

expanding ripples explode in puddles

dancing wind howls in midair

freezing hail crashes onto car roofs

little kids slip on dewy grass

huge umbrellas swoosh above my head

A Rainy Day

by Harper B

Pink worms slowly emerge 

from the muddy, brown ground 

to avoid the dirty puddles.

Listen to thunder go

Boom! Boom! 

like a bomb

Hail starts to appear

Wind steals rainbow umbrellas

and they float through the cold air

The sun slowly rises 

and a colourful rainbow forms

Rain

by Amy Z

Tapping on my pink ice cream umbrella,

cute little raindrops

dancing funny little movements

jumping and splashing

oh what fun they’re having!

Sparkly raindrops drip

on my freezing, cold hands.

Brrr!

I quickly unzip my pink unicorn bag,

I grab my gloves and hat

to keep warm.

Rainy Days

by Aggie H

I can hear you

splashing, creating

puddles

I can see you

drizzling down 

the enormous, blocked roof

I can feel you

getting colder

as you get bigger and bigger, 

rain

I can taste you-

salty when you pass by

the big sea

I can smell you

soggy,

like a soggy, old waffle

On a Rainy Day

by Courtney C

Footprints indent on mud

Kids run to their warm, cosy classrooms

Traffic slowly moves as it becomes giant

A scarf flies off a freezing girl’s neck

Car horns beep loudly

as the carpark overflows.

Heavy Rain

by Courtney C

I can hear you 

dripping into the gutter

racing down my window

Worms crawl

out of their flooded muddy houses

Birds take shelter

under the trees

Droplets of rain 

shimmy down leaves

I can feel hail hitting

my back like little bouncy balls

I can taste freezing raindrops

dissolving on my tongue

Team Roto Poetry

Here's a treasury of poetry from our fabulous year 4 Roto Writing Club:

A Hui of Tūī

by Aggie H

turquoise, brown, green and white feathers

flappy, beautiful wings

two white fluffy tufts

peacefully whizzes 

through the breeze

over the rustling trees

flying around

snatching bugs like robbers

A Wisdom of Owls

by Amy Z

A wisdom of owls, black and white

perched on the tangled, old tree branch

marvellous wings flipping - and flapping

gobbling up fresh worms and insects

gobble, gobble

a lounge of little lizards

by Ethan G

a lounge of little lizards

striped and dotty

in emergencies 

their tail can 

disconnect

from their body

so they can run away

they zoom across 

rocks and 

sand

A Bed of Slimy Eels

by Harper B

Slimy, black skin wriggles smoothly

Dashing to find delicious slow snails

Slithering in wavy lakes and cold rivers

Long, scaly and snake-like

Sliding like surfers gliding on big waves

Beady eyes dazzle their prey

Sharp teeth bite on small things

A Chorus of Tūī

by Kelvin Ma

dark reddish brown

white fluffy tufts brush the air

bright, turquoise feathers swoosh

beside the current

eating from flax

long triangular tongues suck up the nectar

Soon to be Published!

 We are eagerly awaiting the publication of Toitoi 32! Some talented Russley writers have had their writing selected for publication. They are...

Jack N - for his piece about the Easter Bunny

Bernadette S - for her poem titled 'Autumn Breeze'

Ned P - for 'In Grandad's Shed'

Kahurangi R - for his piece titled 'Pods'

Porou R - for his piece titled 'Kahurangi'

Ila R - for her beautiful piece about her great grandmother, 'Irene Kibblewhite'

Toitoi 32 is going to print now and will be available early in Term 3. Exciting!

Published authors!

Congratulations to Maia Sisson and Edward Bateman, who have had their writing published in Toitoi 31.

Maia was the winner of the Toitoi Story Search Competition, and her piece titled, 'The Naughty Kiwi' can be found on page 50-51.

Edward's poem, 'The Tiny Rifleman' is on page 82-83.

Congratulations to these talented published authors!

Coming soon... in Toitoi 31

Congratulations to present and past pupils who have had their writing selected for publication in Toitoi 31. 

Special congratulations to Maia Sisson, who was the winner of the Toitoi Story Search competition!

Lily Tasker | Wonderful Things | poem

Emily Tubman | Kakaruwai | poem

Edward Bateman | The Tiny Rifleman | poem

Maia Sisson | The Naughty Kiwi | story | Winner of the national Toitoi Story Search Competition

All of their pieces will be published in the next edition of Toitoi, which will be delivered at the beginning of term 2. They will each receive two copies of the journal to share with their family and friends.