Personal Narrative: Working Behind The Scene Of The Parade

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On November 11, 2017, I had a volunteer of the Kalamazoo holiday parade. Working behind the scene of the parade was a really fun and freezing experience. My job as a volunteer was a line-up person, which means I had to direct people to their section of where they going to line up according to the parade roster. While directing different floats, groups, and organization to their designated area; my friend told me it was a guy at the information booth doing sign language with a woman next to him. I had gotten so excited and nervous at the same time because I suddenly forgot everything I learn about sign language. My friend suggested I should go over there and sign to him asking him what group and section he is in for the parade. I was so nervous

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