It’s a question I’ve been asked a thousand times: “What school do you go to?”
Sometimes it’s piggybacking on some earlier question about my age or my job, but it almost always comes up. Some people have asked me more than once, their preconceptions of normalcy overwhelming their memory. But like most preconceptions, the question not asked is as telling as the one that is. In asking me what school I go to, they fail to ask themselves why they necessarily expect me to go to any school at all. I’m in my twenties and middle class, so surely I must be attending college.
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