Fri 10 Feb 2006
About once a month I grow “money weary.” With a budget of well over four million dollars and tuition being $15,000 a year, it’s no surprise that the private school I work at attracts the wealthy. Oh, sure, there’s the financial aid and the mention of wanting to ‘diversify’ the community (something you just can’t do if you don’t offer big discounts), but the reality is this: You have to be fairly financially well off to afford this school. Sure, there are parents who are living in smaller homes and on modest budgets to afford the best education for their children. But then, let’s face it, the majority of them live in mansions. As a former public school attendee, I am peeking into a world I have never been privy too. Where else would I see so many BMW’s and Lexus’ convened in one small parking lot? Where else would I have a conversation about summer homes and vacations in Italy? None of my friends are rolling around in high priced vehicles and million dollar mansions facing the water. Initially, when I first started, I was sure it wouldn’t affect me. In fact, I’d always prided myself on how little I could live on and still get by. But as the year progresses all that money has started to wear on me. I can’t quite pin-point it. Is it because I long to own a home? Is it because I wish I could work so little and inherit so much? Could it be I just want the fancy clothes? Is it because I still have never been out of the country? Or perhaps it’s because there is all this evidence of a certain ease of life, a comfort that can only be bought, be it nannies catering to your children or a private plane taking you wherever you want to go. As more and more of their wealthy lives are made known to me I find myself feeling suffocated. I don’t like this, I have no reason to feel angst, and I have a great life. Despite this, I still feel weary of how much wealth is revealed to me every day. It’s catching up with me…
February 11th, 2006 at 9:44 am
That’s how I felt growing up…it was a generally wealthy area, and so as a kid I thought that we must be really poor because we had so much less than everyone else around me. In my high school parking lot, I parked my used Toyota between a brand new Range Rover and a Mercedes.
It wasn’t until I got to college that I suddenly learned most kids don’t even get a car of their own, that my family was clearly not inches from the poorhouse, and how drenched in materialism it all was.
Anyway, the point was, that as soon as your fellowship has ended and your daily exposure to that world stops, I bet that you’ll be just fine. The trick is to not develop expensive tastes, so you don’t have any long lasting effects.
February 11th, 2006 at 11:49 pm
You know what has made me a miserly sunnuvagun… Quicken financial software. I’m like the ATM Receipt Nazi around my house. (My apologies if that offended any jewish people, or real Nazis.)
I can tell you how much we spent in drycleaning last month. I can tell you how much I spent on toilet paper. It’s insane. For anal retentitive people such as myself, it’s like crack. It really does help me save and stick to a budget.
February 12th, 2006 at 10:53 pm
Yeah, I summer in Calgary. And Winter. And Fall. Oh, and Spring.