Ms. Ritchie Rich

When I say the students at the private school where I work get the best of the best, it’s really not an understatement.

Imagine being in first grade and Mommy drives you up to school. Mommy doesn’t have to get out of the car because there is a worker standing there ready to open the car for you, help you out and guide you to your classroom. No lie. That’s how they roll at my school.

And afterschool, you won’t have to sweat a bit. As the parents pull into the circular drive-way, pushing nothingless than the newest model Hummers, Bentley’s and Porsche’s, there is a woman there with a microphone announcing each and every parent as they drive up.

Last week they rented an expresso company to come out for 2 hours to make us any type of expresso, coffee, capuccino or tea we would like, as a treat for the faculty and staff. I’m not much of a coffee drinker, but I made sure to try my first capuccino. It was alright. I don’t want another one. It tastes too much like coffee to me. They do nice things like this for us all the time.

Today, the entire school was buzzing over one a student who is having a bat mitzvah this weekend. Our city’s paper reported that her parents spent more than $500,000 on the 13 year olds party. Her dress was tailor made by Dolce & Gabbana and it cost her parents, $27,000. She is supposed to have Ashanti, Ja Rule, Omarion and Marques Houston performing at her party.

~raises eyebrow~

Yeah. These kids are loaded. Well, their parents are.

Just being in this atmosphere makes me long for more. I’ve always dreamt like this, but now that I can see it and touch it, it seems like it’s even more tangible. Attaining the type of success that most of the school’s parents have is not out of my reach.

I have to amp myself up everyday by repeating, “It’s yours. You can have it. You will have it. Personal stylist. Personal hairdresser. Drivers. Housekeepers, the whole 9! It’s yours girl! Be patient! You’re worth it.”

It’s mine. I claim it.

Now I have to walk in it.