Some Reflections of My Mind

The British people were generally very nice and kind to me.  I was young and usually amongst the educated people of England.

When I started to work, my students took to me very nicely.  They appreciated my sincerity and total willingness to help them. Also, my colleagues were very friendly and thankful for what I did or, tried to do.

However, the higher authority was not so easy to face with. There was always a strange kind of racism underneath and impossible to overcome. I felt disheartened and so wanted to express myself as much as possible. Hopefully people who would come across to my writing could make out of my truth as much as possible or, as they think it fits to their feeling.