“I am Celestine Babbington and . . . and I am from Africa.” “Incorrect. Your life is here now and you must reflect this in your opening statement. Begin again.” I swallowed. “My name . . . my name is, is Celestine Babbington and I am from . . . I am from this great land that is Britain.” Mr. Prentice stood back and nodded approvingly. “But of course you are. It doesn’t matter where you may have started, this is where you now live, and it is a land that has given you many opportunities, one of which is attending one of the best schools in the country. You may be seated.”
My blood is boiling
