I've been pretty 'poor' temporarily - but not without the help and comfort of family not too far away...but even with that, I can easily understand this description - it's easy to say 'Oh I know people who were poor and didn't do this or that" but truth is many find it hard to find that spark or opportunity and instead just find criticism and closed doors all the time - if we just stop and think how much we get upset at little hardships or when we feel we're done wrong by, unfairly criticised...but we go home to comfortable lives...imagine if you knew you were worth more but were caught in this cycle...kudos to her that she's getting an education and great that in all likelihood this article will be her break - but more importantly, read and see if you can empathise with some people you may have been judging...
Linda Tirado writes:
"There's no way to structure this coherently. They are random
observations that might help explain the mental processes. But often, I
think that we look at the academic problems of poverty and have no idea
of the why. We know the what and the how, and we can see
systemic problems, but it's rare to have a poor person actually explain
it on their own behalf. So this is me doing that, sort of.
Rest is a luxury for the rich. I get up at 6AM, go to school (I have a
full course load, but I only have to go to two in-person classes) then
work, then I get the kids, then I pick up my husband, then I have half
an hour to change and go to Job 2. I get home from that at around
12:30AM, then I have the rest of my classes and work to tend to. I'm in
bed by 3. This isn't every day, I have two days off a week from each of
my obligations. I use that time to clean the house and soothe Mr.
Martini and see the kids for longer than an hour and catch up on
schoolwork. Those nights I'm in bed by midnight, but if I go to bed too
early I won't be able to stay up the other nights because I'll fuck my
pattern up, and I drive an hour home from Job 2 so I can't afford to be
sleepy. I never get a day off from work unless I am fairly sick. It
doesn't leave you much room to think about what you are doing, only to
attend to the next thing and the next. Planning isn't in the mix.
When I got pregnant the first time, I was living in a weekly motel. I
had a minifridge with no freezer and a microwave. I was on WIC. I ate
peanut butter from the jar and frozen burritos because they were 12/$2...
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she blogs here too: http://killer-martinis.squarespace.com/