Being the Privilege

Do you remember my previous posting titled “A New Chapter”? I previously wrote that I felt like I robbed the Sheering Guy for being here under the scholarship scheme. Yesterday a friend of mine talked with one of the workers at Bettina Street (the place which I lived in now). The man said something that really is ironic (at least for me).

The man : “Your parents must be very rich for sending you here and studying at Monash.”
My friend : “We are here because of the scholarship.”
The man : “That’s even better.”

It actually pretty well-known that Monash is a very expensive uni. Only few of Australians can afford it. The fact that it was an Australian who said that and he is a construction worker [which probably (or probably not) is not a uni graduate] gave me a little kick. I am very fortunate. I am amongst the privilege. And it is my turn now to figure out what to do with this kind of understanding, hopefully I can figure out something good…