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Whew, this gave me so much to think about. I'm a first-gen student and a professor, and I'm struck, in writing that phrasing, of the present-ness of my first-gen identity. It's not something I was, once upon a time, when I first entered university; it's something I am and will always be. I work in higher ed (at a college with a 1/3 first gen population) and I'm still acutely aware of the cultural capital I lack that so many of my colleagues take for granted. The place I feel this most deeply is around art - I still struggle to appreciate it and to have the language to talk about it, while it's second-nature to many of the people I work with. Same with a lot of cultural touchstones around music and creative expression.

I went through the process that Melissa describes. College for me was a deepening of things I'd always loved, like reading and writing, but my larger family saw it as me getting "airs and graces." I was so confused by this - I was just doing things I'd always been doing, but as the first and (until recently) only one of my 32 cousins on one side of the family to go to college, the very fact that it was an option set me apart. I couldn't explain what I spent my days doing in any way that made sense to them; they couldn't understand why I'd *want* to do those things. I eventually went on to get a PhD, and that was a bridge too far - the protracted work of graduate school was utterly incomprehensible to people (my grandma in particular); the thing they understood and valued was that I was teaching, but they didn't understand why I made so little money doing it.

The feeling of not knowing or understanding my own class position persists. By a lot of metrics I am solidly middle class. But I grew up in a tenement house with a factory at the end of the street. We had no heat upstairs in that house; my parents didn't have an indoor toilet until I was 2. These things have shaped me profoundly, and yet I am assumed by so many people to have had very different experiences as a child and young adult. And when I offer stories from those years to others (be it many students or colleagues) I feel like I'm viewed as somewhat freakish.

All by way of saying that I need to buy this book! And I'm grateful to have spent time reading this interview this morning.

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Oh man I am excited to buy and dig into this book!

When I was a teacher, virtually all of my students (I had 11th/12th graders) were going to be first gen college students. I am a fifth gen student - my family has been over-educated for literal centuries - so I worked hard to figure out what my kids needed. I was also lucky in how many of them kept in contact with me post-high school to tell me what they had experienced.

One habitus shift the author doesn’t address that I personally saw many students deal with was actually the opposite of the bumpkin now in ivy covered halls: the city kid who was used to everything being close who was now at a rural university. I taught in an inner city Ohio school, where my kids were all of color but the colleges they went to would be white and rural. These kids had never seen a farm, never used a washing machine that wasn’t at a laundromat, were used to having the so called “ethnic hair care aisle” be the entire pharmacy. Hair and appearance were particularly important to them. I had to start warning the kids at graduation: ahead of time, look online and find a barber that can do a lineup right, look for a braider who won’t break the bank, bring enough edge gel to last you a semester, are you doing your nails yourself or finding a salon? These kids were used to having a very different culture at their fingertips, and now were really going to have to fend for themselves in some new ways.

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