I taught at a school in a mega-affluent community. Colossally wealthy families that lived in castles; very powerful and influential people. Most of the kids were lovely, but there were plenty of s@#ts, and some were just downright unbelievable. It wasn’t the kids’ fault, mind you – they were just spoiled to the point of being devoid of common sense and reality.

One particular boy, who we’ll call Francis, had basically given up on school. He knew he was set for life and put zero effort into anything. At one point, his grades were so poor that his parents – completely aloof and dependent upon Francis’ team of au pairs (Francis called his parents by their first names, mind you) – proposed buying passing grades so that Francis could move on to the next grade. The principal told me that during their meeting, dad pulled out the checkbook and asked for an amount.