Personal Narrative: Why I M Angry

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You have your facts wrong! I find it comical you are telling me why I'm angry. My word choice was not based on not wanting to wait in the car line. It's my frustration with the on the ongoing issue I'm having that seems to continuously be overlooked. In addition to that, Hugue stated he wasn't going to release my child to me. Contrary to what you believe, I have been picking Nisha up in the office. YOU and MR. HUGEE have both told me after being in the car line without a tag I needed one or pick her up in aftercare. To reiterate, Nisha has already been removed from aftercare! I made this request prior to December 1st. When this first became an issue I requested car tags from her teacher, Ms. Eckers, the office staff and most recently you.

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