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
"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..."