We all know that studying a text at school can be boring; especially when the language is ‘dated’ and you can feel your head nodding as each soliloquy seems to be twice as long as the last one. Broken up only by the occasional giggles as a character asks spirits to ‘unsex’ her, things can get incredibly tedious, incredibly quickly.

So imagine the joy when you’re told that you can go on a trip to watch a performance of the play and despite the fact you have to pay for it, it’s going to be, as your teacher puts it ‘a night out with my girls’.

The day’s arrived. Certain class members are going on trips, so the excitement is already pretty high. After everyone’s gathered at their respective friends’ houses to glam up and piled on make up so thick their faces can’t feel the cold they leave for the theatre. We get there, no sign of either of the teachers. Cue panicking and walking back and forth in case we were meant to know about some hidden entrance at which we were supposed to meet. A short while later we saw them walking towards us and everyone sighed with relief. We were handed our tickets and went in, where we were told we couldn’t go in yet. When we finally were allowed in, we excitedly took our seats and prepared ourselves for whatever lay ahead.

I for one think we managed quite well in the face of scenes of a highly sexual nature, and kept our laughter to a silent minimum, especially during some of the more… alternatively interpreted parts of the performance. But, I can confidently say that this ‘spotty, hormonally-charged GCSE student’ will not be forgetting Macbeth anytime soon.