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Tuesday, 3 March 2015. Book Fair Volunteers Needed! The Highglen Montessori book fair will be on Monday, March 23rd and Tuesday, March 24th from 300 - 500 in the gym. Volunteers are needed for both these days. We also need help with the set-up on Monday, March 23rd from 10am-11am and take-down on Wednesday, March 25th from 9am-10am. Anyone who is able to volunteer for a portion of these times - please contact Erin at highglenpac. Tuesday, 3 February 2015. Highglen Montessori Name Change. Another note r.CONTENT
This web page highglenpac.blogspot.com states the following, "Book Fair Volunteers Needed! The Highglen Montessori book fair will be on Monday, March 23rd and Tuesday, March 24th from 300 - 500 in the gym." We saw that the webpage said " Volunteers are needed for both these days." It also said " We also need help with the set-up on Monday, March 23rd from 10am-11am and take-down on Wednesday, March 25th from 9am-10am. Anyone who is able to volunteer for a portion of these times - please contact Erin at highglenpac. Tuesday, 3 February 2015."SEEK SIMILAR DOMAINS
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