Hutt Valley High School (also known as HVHS, Hutt High) is a state co-educational secondary school located in Lower Hutt, New Zealand. It is a uniformed school, with the uniform coming under review roughly every 5 years by the order of the Board of Trustee’s. The current principal is Ross Sinclair. Hutt Valley High School has continued to expand and now has a diverse school population from over 60 different national and cultural backgrounds. It also hosts many international and exchange students from around the world. The current roll is 1761 students.
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