Being white and middle class is actually really hard

If there’s a group of people that’s hated on the most, it’s definitely the white middle class. For some reason, living in Surrey and shopping in Waitrose automatically makes you a walking target for the unwashed who swan into uni with their pockets lined with taxpayers’ money.

Those of us in the squeezed middle only qualify for a measly sum of £3,500 a year from Student Finance, which is basically less than £100 a week during term time. Do you know how hard it is to pay for a Waitrose shop with that? Or even re-purchase a pair of Topshop Leigh jeans?

It’s fucking impossible.

We love throwing 90s themed house parties

Apparently, because our parents are well educated, and in high earning jobs, we have to be punished for it. Most of our parents will only be kind enough to pay for our rent, leaving us to struggle on with living costs and bills, meanwhile those of you who get a yearly £7,500 handout can pay for everything and still have money left over for a few weeks in Bali.

We used to be on top, we colonised the world and lived like kings. Now, in a cruel twist of fate, we’re the ones who are suffering at the hands of an unfair system. Most of us spend our time reminising about the good days in sixth form. We didn’t mind the 8am drive to school.

Just because we holiday in the South of France doesn’t mean we’re rich

Now we’re forced to integrate with those we once avoided like the plague, and to make matters worse, they’ve got a ridiculous sense of entitlement that comes from thinking they’ve worked much harder than us to get to uni.

Well, we worked just as hard. We just did it in million pound buildings, fuelled by carefully planned, nutritious food. Sometimes, we had shit teachers too, so like you we had to make up for it with our own hard work.

The adjustment to uni life can especially be hard on us white, middle class. Before we came to uni, exposed brick used to look trendy, but in halls it’s just miserable. It’s like prison. We can’t even afford a cleaner to keep things looking tidy, and when the bins fill up, we have to empty them ourselves, which is basically menial labour.

Not only that, but we have to do our own food shopping, and it costs SO much money. Who knew Salmon was so expensive? We can’t afford Absolut any more, but we’re sticking to Smirnoff because we had own brand one time and it made us feel gross.

Life without Waitrose essential houmous is hardly worth living

At least after four weeks, we can make our monthly trip back home and run sobbing into our parents arms. How could they ever understand the hardships we’re living through? Stocked up on our favourite home cooked meals, we’ll head back to uni with a restored sense of pride and an extra £50 in our pocket for a well deserved night out.