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Personal Narrative: The Only Black Girl
I was curious to know if I was the only black girl to work at the pool so I asked my coworkers and apparently I was not. I was one of the only three black lifeguards out of the actual twenty. After working there for a month, I was switched to the opening shift where the other black people were working. It would usually be with one black and one white lifeguard on the shift. My coworker’s name was Kevin. He and I grew pretty close and we were able to talk about certain issues. I guess he was able to understand my viewpoint since he was gay. Most topics I would not talk about in front of others was easier to talk to him about. Even though we had some differences, there was a mutual understanding. When I met the other black lifeguard, I was

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