Sunday, April 02, 2006


I heard a
story recently about a student named Donald MacDonald from the Isle of Skye 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

"Mother, I do nothing. I just ignore them. I just stay here quietly,
playing my bagpipes..."


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