It's students come from very diversified backgrounds (some consider themselves to be upper middle class others consider themselves to be upper class).
The dress code at GHS is sporadically enforced and outfits worn by students scream "I payed way to much for this."
Despite Glastonbury's enormous white and rich population the lunches are comparable to prison food. With Grade D beef, watered down dressings, pathetic bagels (which apparently meet state standards: the standard probably being the bagel must have a hole in the middle), whole grain poptarts (now that's just wrong) and an abundance of bruised apples and prepackaged carrots (courtesy of our precious First Lady) the school cafeteria aims to nauseate.
To be sure Glastonbury is the last safe haven for the classic American (white) family.