Once you’ve written it all down, everything you know, you can empty your brain, you can start over. Go back to kindergarten and learn your numbers. Learn how to draw a big letter A and a small letter a. Learn not to eat crayons. Dont even stick them in your mouth.
Maybe you’re a quick learner, you can skip a few grades and jump right into Junior High (some places call it a middle school, though they haven’t bothered to change the sign out front that says John Fredrickson Kennedy Junior High—no wonder everyone who goes there is confused).
So now you’re going to Junior High, named, ostensibly, after a past president, but you’re not there to learn about presidents. This time you want to learn about girls or boys, or whatever the opposite of what you are is. Here in this place, you’ve entered that stage of life when the hormones will make you forget all scholastic facts. What you’ll remember are all the horrendous jokes everyone repeats on a daily and weekly rotation.
You’ll soon grow too mature for all that puerile nonsense. Once you’ve grown mature enough you’ll pack up and move away to college. In college there will be plenty to learn, though not all of it will be what is taught. You’ll be forced to use your powers of deduction and observation. You’ll know to observe all the other students. It won’t take long to see who has the right idea and who is faking it. Some of those wandering around campus are still putting crayons in their mouth or walking about with a mouthful of obscene jokes. These will probably be good to avoid. Avoid the latent thumb-suckers and the pessimists who find sadness in every inch of life. Aim toward the happy crowd, and find out why. Observe their reasoning and employ your own reasoning for yourself. Get along in your new school, get a good degree and move on with life. Make that degree pay. Settle into a healthy life. If you want, you can marry. When you reach the right age, empty your brain and start over.
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