I always find it hard to know where I stand when talking about class. On the one hand it’s easy, my dad's family pays for college, they have enough money to cover everything, they've paid for my education my whole life - private high school, now a private college. This is something I will forever be grateful for, because at least with my education, I never had to think about it, which is an incredible, incredible privilege. On the other hand, I remember the weeks and months for which my mom and I ate nothing but open-face cheese sandwiches, when we had a yard sale to raise enough money to buy my school supplies, when we emptied our "rainy-day" jar in order to buy food for the month. So I don't know. And I know for statistical intents and purposes I'm the upper-class white kid, and I know that's the background people understandably assume I'm from, and in a lot of ways that's my reality too. But then I remember my mom crying about money or food or gas, not sure if we'd have enough for the month, and I know I'm lucky because we managed to keep our car and our house and were worried on a monthly rather than daily basis, but I still always find myself feeling awkward ambiguity when it comes to conversations of class.
- Anonymous
- Anonymous