It is e trait when you think of the different experiences people have.
I went to a very religious school ( Convent - state) in a very poor London borough ( however the school itself was in a nice area).
We were the last year of O’levels which during the 80s and all the supply teachers/strikes we had was a miracle that we could take - no maths teacher since year 3/9, etc.
We lost our sixth form due to funding and an amalgamation with other schools that hadn’t quite materialised by the September and a few of us spent the summer trying to find somewhere to do A’levels. There was zero support for us which looking back was shocking but the day before term started, we got into an FE college an hour away. Then we had to fight to get our fares paid. Some of the students were coming from Bermondsey across London and out the other end.
This college was very supportive in many ways but not targeted enough for university entrance and most of ended with mediocre grades.
I would also add we were all from immigrant backgrounds - our working class parents, God bless them, were clueless and wanted us to get nice, respectable at 16 in a ‘bank’.
Still, you can’t stop a reader from reading. At 18, I went travelling ( A few months out of gap year spent working in a supermarket and pub!) and met some great people - one in particular who came from a spectacularly privileged background. We became great friends through a shared live of books and I got on to a course at a former poly. I kept reading widely outside of the book list and really loved my subject, then worked for a year in a children’s bookshop in London before applying to Oxford for the PGCE. This was at a time when there were many debates regarding children's literature and I was very informed but genuinely interested ( in the way a book obsessed person is, I guess).
So, I got in. Very few people know exactly my full background but to call it privileged is extraordinary wide of the mark.
Anyways, I’m adding this to illustrate the point which I made earlier - that it is about engagement in subject - real engagement, not just what your teacher told you. I was hopelessly out of my debt reading Sartre at 14 but o knew he was important as a literary figure and wanted to find out why.
All books bought secondhand/ charity shops - the budget way. 🙂