I was a poor kid at a poor school so I fitted right in. But the minority who had a label on their clothes or spare cash in their pocket soon got a lesson about how to fit in. It wasn't about rich or poor. It was about being different. We were rabid about it.
One lad actually got enough pocket money to buy himself toys and the like. We hated him. When the teacher told us that he wasn't going to finish the last year of junior school, the whole class leapt up and cheered and applauded. Nobody led. We just all did it simultaneously. We were only ten and we were already a mob.
Is it normal to hate being the poor kid?
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I was a poor kid at a poor school so I fitted right in. But the minority who had a label on their clothes or spare cash in their pocket soon got a lesson about how to fit in. It wasn't about rich or poor. It was about being different. We were rabid about it.
One lad actually got enough pocket money to buy himself toys and the like. We hated him. When the teacher told us that he wasn't going to finish the last year of junior school, the whole class leapt up and cheered and applauded. Nobody led. We just all did it simultaneously. We were only ten and we were already a mob.