It was my privilege to work as a Teaching Assistant in a local Secondary School as my main job of 3 in the first half of my gap year. The students I worked with were mostly those with learning and behavioural difficulties: some with diagnosed disabilities and some without. What grouped all of them together though was that they had exactly the same teenage struggles as each other, and every other teenager in the world. That being said, this school was totally different from the one I’d just left as a student. It was an all girls’ school for a start and I can safely say that the single gender had a profound effect on the vibe of the school- more so than I’d first expected. It became clear that in this environment the tendency of teenage girls to gossip and marginalise others was amplified. But so was their kindness and infinite loyalty to each other. To add to that, the girls were mostly from first, second and third generation immigrant households. Generally speaking the students themselves shared cultures and religion, it was only the staff and the part of England in which they found themselves that were different.

These girls were some of the most generous and loving people I’ll ever have the pleasure to meet, and I write this with the utmost respect and affection for them. I’d like to be clear in that what I write is with them in mind, not as part of a patronising privileged white girl social study. We came from completely opposite walks of life, yet our similarity in age allowed for me to be gifted a very honest insight into their lives and minds. They did still call me ‘Miss’ though lol.

But in order to paint a picture of the specific obstacles in their way, I’ll have to set the scene more plainly.

It’s a fact that most of the girls at this school had never been on a bus or a train on their own before. It’s a fact that many believed they’d be attacked if they did. It’s a fact that most of the girls had never been to the next nearest city before. It’s a fact that many of the girls spoke English as their second language, even though they were born here. It’s a fact that very few of these girls had friends outside of their race, culture and religion, let alone socialised with them. It’s also a fact that these girls were as, if not more, curious about life and everything that comes with it as their white middle class peers attending schools 5 minutes down the road. But it’s a fact that satisfying their curiosity was not as easy for them to do as for their peers.

In my capacity as a young, white, female TA I appeared to these girls as an outsider when it came to culture, race and religion. That being said, I was lucky enough to make some of them feel like they could confide in me and ask questions that they simply couldn’t comfortably ask anyone else in their lives. Now I’d just like to mention that I worked mainly in the Science department and that the majority of these queries came from the worst-behaved students in the entire building: my delightful 15-16 year olds. That should explain how these questions came up in lessons. Sex Education happens in Science for example. Yeah, now you’re with me. 🙂

A few questions that come to mind now are: ‘Miss, what is contraception?’, ‘Miss can girls enjoy sex too?’, ‘Miss, it’s legal for an 18 year old to have sex with a 15 year old right?’, and ‘Miss Douglas, is it wrong to be gay?’. The last one especially affected me. It’s 2019. A 15 year old girl living in the North of England shouldn’t feel required to ask that anymore.

Academically, these 15-16 year old girls often fell short of the government’s target system because they saw little reward in studying. What they felt success in was that they could make each other laugh. Oh and they sure made me laugh. These girls were so funny.

As a consequence of not being in the top set however, they’d often call themselves stupid. But truthfully, being able to read what will make an entire room laugh time and again is also something that requires real intelligence. For a few of them, school was an escape from some really dark things going on at home. They cared little about their education because they didn’t see how it’d help with their own troubles. Fortunately though, the friendships they all forged with one another and the laughter they constantly experienced together made for a welcome relief. And I had the honour to regularly laugh until I cried right along with them.

Working with these girls and being able to infer the struggles they were having from the questions they asked me, showed me just how much of a privileged white girl I truly am. My experience of school was easy for the most part: I had a good home life, good grades, good friends, amazing support for every aspect of my disability and whilst I’ve never been rich, I’ve never known what poverty feels like. Like many teenagers in every school, some of these girls had it a lot rougher.

But would I ever dream of patronising them? Absolutely not! They’d have my life! And I respect them far too much for that. My girls are strong young women. It’s true that some of them might never be able to wear the clothes they really want to, or love who they want, or go where they want, or try to find a job they fully enjoy. But I sincerely hope that they’ll keep the kindness, generosity and fiery sense of humour that I got the pleasure to observe for 6 months.