As naive as it sounds, when I was back home I never thought about class. It was the unassuming background to my life and most the people I knew. My undergrad had above 50% of the students on some type of financial aid, my k-12 schools quite similar. Sure, I was annoyed when friends said the occasional dumb thing (like being incredulous to the idea someone’s family had no savings), but it was isolated events.
However, since coming here and being in graduate school, this changed greatly. First, the school I go to, which is enormously white compared to my alma mater, is also very different in terms of class as well. I think under 20% of students receive financial aid? Until literally today I was aimlessly annoyed by things that my peers said—assumptions about what my parents did, about what opportunities I have had, about what my parents can do/did for me, about where I would be if not in graduate school.
I thought it was all petty, and to some degree it probably is, but while doing reading for a class I realized that I do not have a comfy cushion to fall back on (this is not entirely true, I still have my BA, but in comparison to some of my peers here) like a parent buying me a house, or giving me money to start my own business. I used to joke that if this did not work out (grad school) I would go home and join my siblings in food service. It was a kind of self depreciating joke but quite literal as well. I see my friends and family back home struggling to keep afloat and deep in my mind I knew/know that could very well be me. I have the opportunity (realize I say this both sarcastically and earnestly; sarcastic in that the opportunity is a farce by a racist/sexist/classist/etc system, but also very real since it got me ‘out’) to do something else.
So, to echo my last post, I will continue on to spite ‘the system’ and all the assholes.