I have no illusions about the (in)frequency with which class jumping occurs, and the structural barriers that make it so. Yet, as a class jumper, it's uncomfortable to hold the understanding of my own economic exceptionalism alongside the comprehension that class mobility rarely happens.

In some ways, that's because it demands I recognize the precariousness of my situation. Any setback could be a devastation. When you don't have a net — and you see yourself as the net for so many family and friends who haven't cleared the hurdles — the anxiety is fierce and persistent.

Still, hope remains. And hope breeds determination to not just demand, but to actualize a world in which economic justice is a reality.