I have no idea what the poor people are going through because every kid in my school is filthy fucking rich. But I do know it’s not entirely their fault their families are so wealthy.

I teach at a private school and the people who go there are FILTHY RICH. <br><br>Like, I am just a normal teacher who cannot afford to pay $17,000 a year to send my child to school. My kids go to a normal public school and I’m happy to pay my taxes so they have an equal opportunity at a good education. <br><br>My students at this school are the kinds of kids who don’t know how good they have it. They have brand new iPhones and airpods and hoverboards and the like. They ask me why I don’t have an iPhone and why my car is so ugly and old. They tell me they have no clean clothes for the day because the maid is sick and their mom is too busy at the firm to throw some clothes in the washing machine.<br><br>And you know what, this isn’t their fault. Yeah sure maybe they are douches but this isn’t their fault. When I was a kid I didn’t ask my parents to earn a measly $60,000 a year. I didn’t ask to struggle in the way they did. Just like these kids didn’t ask to be filthy rich. And I’m not entirely sure if they know what it’s like to be poor. I don’t think they would thrive in the environment I’ve been in, in the way I have. I don’t think they know how to help themselves in a lot of ways. So to an extent I pity them. <br><br>But Jesus Christ I am so fucking jealous. I don’t want their life, but I want the freedom they have. I want to be able to tell my husband to take the day off and go on a spontaneous trip to the beach with our kids. But we just can’t. And I see these kinds of kids do that all the time when they’re bored. I see what they have and I’m fucking jealous. I just want better for my kids. But I don’t want them to be like the kids I teach. <br><br>I’m just so fucking jealous and a little pitiful that I know isn’t going to get any better.