The classroom is like any other with its white walls, pushed-together tables and a big screen at the front of the room displaying the day's lesson in Powerpoint.

Homework sheets and notebooks are pulled from backpacks and laminated posters are pinned to fabric-covered cork boards.

But this classroom is different. All the students are adults, the guitar is never far from reach and a certain warmth and enthusiasm is exuding from those present.

Each lesson starts with a karakia and ends with a waiata. For the three hours in between the classroom is filled with countless laughs, high-fives and ka


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