Growing up, I never thought much about the class system. We discussed it in school, but it was extremely difficult for me to put it into perspective until I got into college - when I was blindsided by a storm of social science classes that discussed just how much our culture's class system affects us.
My ignorance of this system I blame entirely on where I grew up, but I'll describe to you why. I grew up in a small town south of Pittsburgh and went to a school district that is the largest (in terms of mileage covered) in all of Pennsylvania. Because of the size of the land area that my school district had, the diversity in my school district was unbelievable.
In all, Ringgold School District covers nine separate towns, each with their own unique dynamic and environment that contributed to our diversity. One of those townships, Nottingham, has a median income of $72,212 and a median house value of $233,927. And at the other end of the spectrum, the borough of Donora has a median income of $27,872 and a median home value of $51,653. (Statistics from City-Data.com)
Even without visiting, you could imagine the difference in the living conditions of Nottingham and Donora with nearly a $50,000 difference in the median income. The towns are vastly different. One a brand new, developing town with only 5 percent below the poverty level, and the other an old, half-abandoned steel mill town with nearly 20 percent below the poverty rate and gang-related shootings on a nearly-regular basis. Over 70 percent of students at Donora Elementary Center are on a free or discounted lunch program, while only 30 percent receive discounted or free lunch at Gastonville Elementary Center, where Nottingham children attend.
But the fascinating part of all of this is: we all went to school together and got along.
The fights I saw in school (and believe me, there were many) were not over money or race or class. Very seldom was there an instance where someone was teased for their parent's income or even acknowledged the fact that such a stark difference existed. Even more rarely was there an instance where race was an issue, even though the minority rate in Nottingham is below one percent and the minority rate in Donora is over 25 percent. Perhaps this was because most of the teachers that worked at my school district grew up up in the area, went to my high school, went to colleges and universities close by, and returned to the area.
Or maybe it’s because we were a school of only 1,128 students with a “small town attitude” in which everyone knew everyone’s business. We knew each other’s families, most of our parents went to high school together, and we knew that some kids had bigger problems than who they were taking to prom – like domestic violence, shootings down the street, or parents losing their jobs. It was almost as if my entire school district separated themselves from situations so that 7:21 to 3:10 every day was an escape from what they had to deal with at home.
I never realized just how much of a psychological wonder my high school was until I came to college and was shocked by the way people treat each other in an environment outside of the Monongahela Valley. I come from a place where seeing my classmates' names in the headlines for shootings happened on a biannual basis and graduating with 17 girls who had babies of their own at home was an accepted thing, but everyone was treated just the same as those who carried around Coach purses and got cars on their sixteenth birthdays.
As much of a fairy tale as this may seem to some who went to high schools where "status symbols" declared where you sat at lunch time (I had never even heard of a North Face jacket before I came to Ohio University), I can't help but wonder if my upbringing set me back from other students. Despite the fact that my senior year, my school district was ranked in the bottom 10 percent of high schools in Pennsylvania, I was completely oblivious to many of the social problems we read about in political science, women's gender studies, and sociology classes at Ohio University.
It blows my mind, based on everything that I’m learning, that people from polar opposite situations can come together and be friends without any sense of class system. Talking about this in class sparked my interest in analyzing the social stratification situations I face at home and realizing that it isn't all relative around the United States or even in Ohio. Referring back to the class system subject we are learning in class, I think the way that people are “organized” socially differs everywhere. What I’ve been learning in class about contrasts with what I’ve experienced my entire life, and it is fascinating to me that I have been so ignorant to other methods of social stratification until this class.
Here is a book called The Shape of Social Inequality by David B. Bills which discusses largely the way my are reacted to the crash of the steel industry in shaping our economic and social situations. It discusses the way that the Pittsburgh area was affected by the loss of tons of jobs and how it changed the outlook of Pittsburghers on social stratification.
http://books.google.com/books?id=Lf3q3zePi2UC&printsec=frontcover&dq=the+shape+of+social+inequality:+stratification+and+ethnicity+in+comparative+perspective&hl=en&ei=IVSrTs7qIefz0gGV2MiCDw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=1&ved=0CC4Q6AEwAA#v=onepage&q&f=false












