I grew up a middle class, colonized child of teachers and librarians and people, women especially, who treasured education.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I grew up in a middle-class family. I went to law school.
My parents were determined to move into the middle class.
I was fortunate to grow up in a middle-class home with two hardworking parents who enjoyed both reading and mathematics.
I grew up middle class - my dad was a high school teacher; there were five kids in our family. We all shared a nine-hundred-square-foot home with one bathroom. That was exciting. And my wife is Irish Catholic and also very, very barely middle class.
My whole life was geared toward being a highly educated person.
When I was growing up, I was lucky to benefit from a first class education.
My parents grew up working class, but in that way that working class families do, they spent a fortune on education to better me.
My upbringing was middle-class but my parents' families were both working-class so I had this odd combination of working-class background but in a privileged position.
At different times I taught humanities, social sciences and pre-vocational education.
I was a disadvantaged child from a non-educated family, yet I had the advantage of being in the company of great teachers.