Brain Dump Number 2

Wow. I didn’t know that you could think of ideas for possible articles in the shower. But I also didn’t know that you can do some random stuff I can’t describe (not bad stuff). There are so many things I didn’t know before that I learned within two years of getting a computer. You know, I was wondering, can a computer replace school?

I mean, all the education is out there on the internet. Just type in “chemistry” on Google, and you will find be a crap load of chemistry lessons. Plus, you get all the education of news articles about new discoveries, and other stuff. So is there a point to going to school?

I really don’t know. You could just get a degree from what you learned online, and ace college with honors. Wait, does acing college, and graduating college with honors mean the same thing? I mean, when Obama said in the historic speech to all the students of America (sort of), he said something about this one kid about to graduate high school with honors. I am pretty sure that means to ace high school is the same thing. But are they?

Whatever the difference is between acing high school/college, and graduating with honors, it should make me write this article for hours.

Oh, wait! I have this article to write! I completely forgot about that while writing down the random thoughts in my brain. I guess that is the magic of writing brain dumps. You just get lost in your own thoughts like an interesting conversion. You just keep on writing on and on.

When I was in middle school, my teachers made me write some brain dumps once in a while. I really didn’t mind it. I mean, it was better than writing an essay in your journal. So I did those. I never really understood the point of doing that useless writing until now. I realise that a small little idea in a brain dump can just drag on and on and on until you fall asleep. Or until a friend comes over. Just like now. So, yeah, I have to quit writing for now.

It’s like playing the telephone game. You say something to someone in their ear, and they tell it to the person next to them. It just goes on forever, until all the people have heard and passed on that telephone call. Your writing just flows like a river. Just like the Tigris and Euphrates from ancient Mesopatamia.

That reminds me, we had to take notes on the Epic of Gilgamesh today! After taking notes on the tiresome lecture, I was just disappointed at the Mesopatamian writer who wrote that stupid story. I mean, come on! Why did it have to be so freakin’ long? Even though I only heard a tiny summary, I can tell that the writer was obviously doing some kind of illegal drug. I really don’t want to go into all the details about why I hated hearing that stupid story.

True, it had a lot of symbolism, but so does “To Kill a Mocking Bird”, and so many other books like Les Miserables. By the way, what does literature have to do with history?