The course I took was in landscape gardening, and although I can’t be sure if all the YTS courses were the same I do know a fair few people who had taken several other courses in different fields (pardon the pun) who were made to work similar hours for the exact same pay.
I only lasted about a month before I was asked to leave after I got into a confrontation with a bully and ended up twatting him after he went to attack me with a gardening fork. I was thinking of leaving anyway as I lived in Bethnal Green and the commute to Dagenham and back every day was costing me more money than the £30 a week could cover and I had to rely on my father to feed and clothe me – something nobody wants at 18 years of age.
It wasn’t all bad being on this course, I got to take a couple of exams which I probably would not have in my arsenal and I got to do something that I love – write. I was required to write an essay or two every week about various parts of gardening, one of my favourites was when I was asked to write about various types of bushes and we were only allowed to use their Latin names.
Although I’m fast approaching my 36th birthday I have still not given up the hope of one day attending college, although I must confess that it is something that in reality probably won’t happen, maybe I will take up one of those courses where you can study from home? I know mature students are just as welcome at colleges, but I’d be far too embarrassed and self-conscious to attend.