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MSD · 05-15-2003, 06:40 PM

I'm 19, I grew up being one of the lower-middle class families in one of the richest towns in the country. Fortunately, we have one of the best public education systems in the country. I'll give you a basic summary of my life, and you can see how my views on this evolved.

Elementary school - Picked on, nerd, total of maybe three friends. When picking teams for sports, not only was I last picked, it was "No, you get him" "No, You get him!" and so on.

Middle school - Found a group that I thought I fit into in 6th grade, turns out they were just too polite to tell me to fuck off. 7th and 8th grade, found some friends who were somewhat like me, still friends with most of them.

High School - Until then, I never realized how little I fit in. I was the only one without expensive clothes and stuff like that. By my second year, I was quite happy that I was one of the few without all the money, but still resented not being able to have much stuff. I settled in with a group of friends who were universally hated by the rest of the school, and most of who were the same social and economic class as me. By my senior year, I was completely disgusted by the rich people around me, seeing stuff like the girl who crashed her brand new BMW while drunk get another new one as soon as she was off the crutches. The point where I wsa positive that I didn't want to fit in with the rich kids was when a friend of mine told me that his family's application to one of the local country clubs was rejected becasue his father is Jewish. Seeing all the rich snobs buying happiness only mad me resent them more. At this point I thanked God that I wasn't born into a rich, snobby family, and sat back, knowing that I was smarter than 99% of them.

Then, on to College. I'm going to a regional campus of UCONN. Suddenly, everything is reversed. Most of the students are minorities, suddenly I'm the rich guy (a relative term, I'm close to bankruptcy.) I met new people, hung out with them, and once again thanked God that I was the average person and not some rich asshole. It proved what I had believed all along. The people are nice, pleasant to talk to, and good people in general. The rich kids from my town go to the same school are the ones who don't fit in. If I had a choice between this and being born into a rich family, I'd stick with reality.

05-15-2003, 06:40 PM	#8 (permalink)
MSD The sky calls to us ... Super Moderator Location: CT	I'm 19, I grew up being one of the lower-middle class families in one of the richest towns in the country. Fortunately, we have one of the best public education systems in the country. I'll give you a basic summary of my life, and you can see how my views on this evolved. Elementary school - Picked on, nerd, total of maybe three friends. When picking teams for sports, not only was I last picked, it was "No, you get him" "No, You get him!" and so on. Middle school - Found a group that I thought I fit into in 6th grade, turns out they were just too polite to tell me to fuck off. 7th and 8th grade, found some friends who were somewhat like me, still friends with most of them. High School - Until then, I never realized how little I fit in. I was the only one without expensive clothes and stuff like that. By my second year, I was quite happy that I was one of the few without all the money, but still resented not being able to have much stuff. I settled in with a group of friends who were universally hated by the rest of the school, and most of who were the same social and economic class as me. By my senior year, I was completely disgusted by the rich people around me, seeing stuff like the girl who crashed her brand new BMW while drunk get another new one as soon as she was off the crutches. The point where I wsa positive that I didn't want to fit in with the rich kids was when a friend of mine told me that his family's application to one of the local country clubs was rejected becasue his father is Jewish. Seeing all the rich snobs buying happiness only mad me resent them more. At this point I thanked God that I wasn't born into a rich, snobby family, and sat back, knowing that I was smarter than 99% of them. Then, on to College. I'm going to a regional campus of UCONN. Suddenly, everything is reversed. Most of the students are minorities, suddenly I'm the rich guy (a relative term, I'm close to bankruptcy.) I met new people, hung out with them, and once again thanked God that I was the average person and not some rich asshole. It proved what I had believed all along. The people are nice, pleasant to talk to, and good people in general. The rich kids from my town go to the same school are the ones who don't fit in. If I had a choice between this and being born into a rich family, I'd stick with reality.