Where Did You Go?

Around here it is a really very big deal to ask and properly answer, "Where did you go to school?"  For those of you not from 'here' it's important to know that the person asking the question is not interested in where you went to college but is asking where you went to high school.  Yeah, High School.  Crazy.

I know!  Doesn't the rest of the world try their best to forget that high school ever existed?  I know that I try to etch over as much of my high school years as possible.  I'd really like for 99.9% of my high school days to be gone permanently from my memory but yet I am asked over and over again that same question anytime I meet anyone 'new'.  Where did you go to school.  Meaning, where did you go to high school.

I'm lucky in the fact that when I answer that question nobody knows what I'm talking about as I grew up nearly 100 miles away.  Which in turn puts one strike against me.  If you did not go to an expensive private school, or if you didn't live in a certain school district and attend a certain high school in that district, you might as well be a vase sitting on the table.  You are immediately categorized by answering the simple question of where did you go to school. Pricy and private, you are automatically in the tight inner circle of friends.  Pricy neighborhood and right district that first ring.  Right district but wrong neighborhood, an acquaintance.  Wrong district, wrong neighborhood.........*crickets*  Of course I am placed in that special place because nobody knows anything about the neighborhood, district or area where I grew up. 

Anyway, this reminds me of how Straubs (Think more expensive than Whole Foods) was hosting a fundraiser for the students who attend MICDS.  Let me cry a river for the students who use $100 bills to blow their noses and don't have the tuition money to continue to pay for an elite private school education. The school where Lily Pulitzer is just what one wears to elementary school and where Jimmy Choo's are just part of the culture.  But yeah, the news had a segment for the poor children of MICDS who can't afford tuition and need help.

I guess when your parents are CEO's and CFO's and president of this or that and baseball player's for the MBL things get tight and parents have to make sacrifices and accept help from the public.  Times must be tough for everyone.  Poor, poor.....so so sad.

Loving the warm weather a few weeks ago.