Introduction

I wanted to start off with a discussion on what it's like to be cultured and poor. I walk among two worlds in which no one knows realizes that I also belong to the other world. My students think that surely a professor makes a lot of money. My colleagues bring in huge canisters of coffee for the kitchen while I bring in none and drink up anyway. On the other hand, the people at the food donation center today seemed to pity me because I am pregnant. Pregnant, Poor, Professor. That's me.