Bogan Territory
on Oct21 2009So I’m sitting at coffee the other day. Two women sit at the beside me, sipping cappuccinos, and I hear part of their coversation.
“Oh, I ran into so-and-so yesterday. You know she went to Indooroopilly high? But she’s not a Bogan,” she adds quickly to prevent what would be an apparently logical assumption.
It was quite a revelation to realise that Indooroopilly High attenders (past or present) are Bogans by default – according to some who, presumedly, attended a non-state school – unless they able to prove, to the non-Bogan, virtues belying their unfortunate education. It’s funny because I had always thought of Indro high as pretty up there in the state-school pecking order.* Just goes to show.
I do hate it when others cast nasturtiums about me and incinerate I’m dumb just cause of where i went to skool.
* This lack of knowledge is most certainly attributable to a poor education.
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on Oct21 09I always collect snippets of overheard conversation! Must be a writer thing. Her comment was both hilarious and disturbing at the same time…
I used to have the opposite problem – I went to one of the only private schools in my small town, and refused to wear my school uniform out of the school grounds for fear of what kids from other schools would say (or throw) purely because of what school I went to. I clearly remember meeting two girls at the local pool and was having a good chat, until they asked what school I went to – when I said, they immediately turned around and walked away. Snobbery can work in both directions. School is a strange sub-universe.
I have no clue about the pecking order of Brisbane schools! Clearly I need some education too
on Oct21 09It is definitely true that prejudice works on both sides. Sad, really, isn’t it. When I was a kid most of our clothes came from vinnies and I used to take great delight in rich kids admiring my outfits and asking me where I bought them. Of course, I could never remember the name of the store…somewhere very tasteful, though.