Donald Macdonald At Oxford

I heard a story recently about a student named Donald

MacDonald from the Isle of Skye (in Scotland) who was

admitted into the prestigious Oxford University and was

living in the hall of residence in his first year there. His

clan was so excited that one of their own had made it into

the upper class of education, but they were concerned how he

would do in "that strange land." After the first month, his

mother came to visit.

"And how do you find the English students, Donald?" she

asked.

"Mother," he replied in his thick brogue, "they're such

terrible, noisy people. The one on that side keeps banging

his head against the wall, and he won't stop. The one on the

other side screams and screams and screams away into the

night."

"Oh, Donald! How do you manage to put up with those awful

noisy English neighbors?"

"Mother, I do nothing. I just ignore them.

I just stay here quietly,

playing my bagpipes..."