Me Thinks The Soul Cleanses Well By Confession
I must have been either a sophomore or a junior when this tragedy occurred at Cambridge University. Our English class had been bussed to see Shakespeare's Macbeth performed by the University's Thespians. Anyway, these marvelous collegiate actors and actresses were performing, at one point in the play, Act V, when Lady Macbeth, wracked with guilt from the crimes she and her husband had committed, enters the stage in a trance with a candle in her hand, bemoaning the murders of Duncan, Lady Macduff, and Banquo... You get the gist.
Meanwhile, out in the audience sat our distracting English class, with gentle Miss Nichols, our teacher. The thespians invited several audience members to participate on stage... Passively. But, that did not happen as desired.
The next few days passed, then Miss Nichols came in holding a college newsletter, if I remember correctly, in which opined Cambridge's disappointment regarding the questionable performances of certain American guests on stage, as well as out in the audience...
I think the word "boisterous" comes to mind...
The British are so low- keyed. Miss Nichols, who was usually of a calm, quiet, professional demeanor, did, frankly, let our class have it good! She was very disappointed by how we had behaved, not only on stage, but on the bus enroute to Cambridge, and of course, in regards to how poorly we had represented LHS and ourselves overall. What can you say about this today? Anyway, we saw other plays.
Sorry, Miss Nichols ... we were wrong regarding our misbehavior at Cambridge, but I can tell you now that we were all just a bunch of hormonally and emotionally and teen angst infected America youth, missing back then, our beloved McDonald's hamburgers, fries and shakes, and American television shows. I didn't even know that I was missing out on some cool show back in the States called Star Trek. But I do remember how generous you were regarding sharing your etchings and tombstone rubbings with our class... One of your hobbies.
I'm sorry about my misdeeds at Cambridge, if any, but my mind is now much older and fuzzier. 1966 through 1969 for me at LHS.