Definitely going to pick up that book. I'm a first-gen student, the oldest (at 30) in my new cohort, and the only one who didn't go to a top-tier Ivy League or equivalent school for their BA. I had the benefit of a self-educated mother who took me to museums, read to us every night, and who pushed education from day one, so I consider myself lucky, but I've started feeling that divide between me and my family for the first time as no one in the family has any idea of what goes on at the grad school level. When I tell anyone back home what I'm doing (PhD in archaeology), the inevitable next questions are "So what are you going to do with that? How are you going to make any money?" I'm not so worried about being able to keep up, I'm more concerned about not being able to relate to anyone in my program, and now, not being able to relate to anyone back home either... At the recruitment event, when I told other students in my program that I'm from a small rural town, that I went to a state university they've never heard of, they act almost embarrassed for me. I feel like they're all wondering how in the hell I got into our top-tier program. I'm proud of my background, the women in my family were all smart, independent, tough-as-nails Dustbowl refugees who went through hell to see me do this, but it doesn't leave me a lot of common ground with my upper middle class 24yo classmates. I'm afraid the next 5-7 years are going to be painfully lonely at this rate.