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My Last Day Of Inter-Personal Narrative
My last day of inter was supposed to be on Monday this week. I was scheduled to meet with her at 10:00. Then 10 turned to 12 and 12 turned to no coming in at all. She called me around 1:30 and told me that she has been busy. While I was waiting for her I was doing online course for Homestead. All staff members are required to have continuing education and I get to get the same certificates as them. The courses are very interesting. They told me to print the certificates and add them to my resume and it would be beneficial. Also, when she called me to reschedule she told me to call this Hispanic family to see if we could meet with them on Thursday. This is the only Hispanic family we have at Homestead and she asked me to join her to interpret
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