Ye gods!
How hard is for people to feel sympathetic for the struggles of people who didn't succeed and become academics despite a disadvantaged background?
Do loads of you think "they simply didn't try hard enough"? Or what?
Look I am going to explain to you the reality of missing out on schooling and how hard it is to make up lost ground. Because I also managed it. That's right. Me. Not my husband (he had a supportive, middle class family and went to university), not my parents 50 years ago in a completely different era. Thus, I also knpw how hard it was, and not just "oh it can be done" and I saw and know the children who didn't manage it.
I went to college with 1 GCSE (which I had gained by squashing FOUR or FIVE years of learnimg into four months).
Although we had tiny numbers of qualifications, I had far fewer underlying issues that the people from school and the people in my tutor group. I simply had had no formal education in most subjects. I'd spent most of the previous 11 years being a bookworm. (To give a scale of how much reading I did, I can remember explaining to some poor adult- who'd tried to make conversation round our house- that actually there was a rhyme for purple, and had he never heard the word hirple before. I wasn't ten yet .)
So, I was literate, and reasonably capable of absorbing information. (According to the ed psych the college employed to work out what was going on with my handwriting a couple of years later, I'm not stupid either.)
And you know what? Cramming 11 years of education into 9 months in order to get GCSEs was still hard. Learning to write essays was still hard. If you're reading this and thinking, "she still hasn't got the hang of English composition", I'm not offended!
For those who had far worse issues than me to contend with, it was often impossible. I had some school mates in the same class as me for the "retake" classes (obviously, I wasn't retaking- I was learning everything for the first time) and they dropped out, because of their underlying issues of poor literacy, mental health, etc had not magically disappeared when they left our school.
I just had lack of education and a mother who liked to tear my homework up, so I did partially succeed. (Although the stress of it all was a factor in my nervous breakdown during the last year of my A-levels. But so was the homelessness. Meh.)
If I found my husband making smug posts about my achievements, like people on this thread have done about their spouses, I would be incandescent. I would probably Leave The Bastard.