<p>Can I tell you, I grew up in a family that had few financial resources. And I worried about boarding school and worked a summer job and used part of the funds to buy new clothes. I shouldn’t have bothered. The rich kids dressed worse than I did.</p>
<p>For the most part, the key to enjoying life at BS is to “be yourself” and gravitate towards those who see your inner “light.” There will be plenty of people to choose for who don’t make you feel like you are “less than.”</p>
<p>Did some kids go to Switzerland or the Caribbean for vacation? Sure. But often they also had non-involved parents who traveled while the kids were warehoused at the BS. Those were the kids who cried on the phone at midnight trying to keep up with their parent’s ideals for them. While the rest of us poor and middle class shlubs (there were a lot of us) reveled in the freedom, the new experiences and pitied them.</p>
<p>It’s one of the reason’s why we looked for fit - places where my daughter could “slot” in without feeling the need to “keep” up even though we can afford more than my parents could ever dream of.</p>
<p>But I do know the books that sell the other image (the bling, the computers, etc.) still trade on old stereotypes because the reality is not nearly as interesting nor would it sell very many books.</p>
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<p>But interesting story - I was recently visiting elementary schools in a southern state and talked about MIT as part of the presentation. The schools were about 50% White and 50% Latino. The teacher found me the next day and told me that one of the girls - a 4th grader and first generation English speaker asked her if MIT was a “big deal.” The teacher confirmed it. So the girl said “And they took her? They let her in?” The teacher nodded. So the girl said “No one ever told me I could go to a school like that” and asked if the teacher would let her tag along when she went to class at the local university to see what it was like.</p>
<p>When I went to BS I was not rich - I had to struggle for every dime - but the experience broadened my exposure and let me know I was entitled to do some of those things those kids did too when I grew up (it wasn’t in the vocabulary in my neighborhood, either). I learned:</p>
<p>Rich is not always happier. Sometimes those kids are less happy and under enormous pressure.</p>
<p>The world is bigger than my city and the pictures in nonfiction books and Life magazine were real places that I could access.</p>
<p>Many of the kids who looked different on the outside had the same passions and interests as I did. </p>
<p>That above everything else is what I loved most about my “diversity education” at BS.</p>