DH and I are both from pretty far down the working class (parents left school at 12 and had very deprived upbringings, poor literacy, low-paid manual jobs) but we both got out via education (despite significant parental opposition from mine on the grounds of ‘not for the likes of us’) and ended up at Oxford, which was the first time I’d really spent much time around established middle-class people and UC people.
I was a confident, comparatively articulate person, but I was quickly aware of the things they took for granted — very good schools with a big variety of subjects, parental encouragement, professional parents and their circle of friends (I’d never met a surgeon socially, or a journalist, or an academic, or an artist), somewhere quiet to study, cultural capital, just a far wider experience.
Casual references to parents taking them on European road trips to deliver computers to Eastern bloc academics, to owning a boat, to second homes, foreign exchanges, being a chorister, being able to read orchestral scores. I’d never been to a restaurant at eighteen (my parents to this day are uneasy in them, and my dad leaps up with his wallet to pay at the counter as soon as he’s finished his main course no matter how often he’s told they’ll bring a bill, or I’m paying!) and had only got a passport at eighteen to go au pairing, which my parents thought was crazy and risky.
I have a very strong memory of someone at Oxford making a joke about something ‘ending with a dead soprano in a sack’ and as I’d never even heard of Rigoletto and knew nothing about opera, I had a vast sense of my own restricted horizons. Ironically a music student friend got me rehearsal tickets and I now adore opera.
I used to wonder how my new friends even knew some jobs existed, or were something you could aim to do! Like an opera director, or a forensic archaeologist or a museum curator!