Guess who’s back!

It’s none other than moi, Jokke the Jokke I the Great of … this blog. I think I’m gonna let my little buddy take over writing every now and then. Great Men become great tired. Today, I’m gonna tell y’all about this place I’m studying at, Slåtthaug vgs (Slåtthaug is more or less pronounced like slot-haw). Slåtthaug vgs has been in the game ever since it started as Fana Yrkesskole back in 1966, and you can literally* feel the history… and stuff. I’m not a smith of descriptions, I’m a smith of words. The place is great though. They give you free food too nowadays, sometimes.

I think the best thing to mention right now is that you can in your 3rd year take International English as an elective, and as a professional unemployed musician, this is very important. It’s imperative that I can sing like a Choir of Angels led by God in English, because how else would I spread the wonders of my skills around the world?

English is International

The statement above is implied by the name of the elective I took. It is later explicitly explained in the textbook. English is international. This is partially formal writing. I can do worse. Much worse. I won’t. Yet.

So, as you probably know, I wrote ’bout that good old literary analysis last time, and I figured that it might be a good idea to pick up from there. An important part of International English is to understand English—written or spoken—and what challenges the feeble mind of a student the most is the amazing art of literary analysis. I’ve no idea if people from outside our sharp, intelligent and all-knowing country actually have literary analysis as a topic, as its a great and deep challenge, but lemme tell ya, we got that in lots ’round ‘ere.

I might have lied a bit. Ordinary texts are usually simple enough to write about, but short-stories, that’s where the fun begins. Because guess what? The greatest trick I know of, that actually works almost every time, is to just bullshit your way. Let your mind wonder. If it’s a story a about a man who robbed a chimpanzee, but it was actually his mother, but it looked like a chimpanzee to the man, you’d (or I’d) answer it like this:

This story is about a man learning the harsh reality of our ugly world, and truly shows the author’s nihilistic view. Chimpanzees are known to be Man’s closest relative, and one’s mother, too, is a Man’s closest relative. Thus the author warns us of the feebleness of belief in one’s racial superiority, as shown in the main character’s belief that chimpanzees have a lesser need of money. Yet, in the end, the main characters realised that it was not a chimpanzee that of which he had robbed, but his own mother whose face he had forgotten.

I could go on for eternity, but I won’t. I’d also recommend that you use your senses a bit. If makes no sense no matter what, you’re probably wrong. If it makes too much sense, you’re also probably wrong. If your classmates tell that it doesn’t make any sense whatsoever, you’re probably right. That’s life.

 The Literature

There’s one thing I can say now that we’re at the end of this year of school: I don’t think anyone is going to read any of the literature we were introduced to in class. No offence towards anyone, but from experience people in vocational school aren’t always so interested in literature, especially when it’s written by foreigners in places so far away they don’t necessarily know they even exist. Classics are often tough to read, too. Am I an exception? Not really—I lost my passion for fiction set in modern day way back in the day when I had to read a book by Jo Nesbø as an assignment. It’s sad, but true.

On the other hand, the literature is good. The Kite Runner, for example, which we all had to read in full, was a good read, and I doubt that anyone in class didn’t enjoy it at all. The various excepts were interested, but I haven’t heard anyone talk about any of them outside of class. Likely it feels like a chore, anyhow.

Aw yeah?

I think I’ll end it around here somewhere. Jokke the Jokke didn’t have the energy to do much other than spice it up a little here and there, and I’m bad at not rambling on about nonsense. I think next time we’ll write something that makes sense. Two entries remain.

See y’all on wednesday!


*Literally was obviously meant figuratively

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