Just Trying to be a Smartass When What I am Actually Saying Doesn't Really Mean Anything

I just thought of how the protagonist of Slumdog Millionaire wasn't really smart, just good at associating facts based from his past experiences. People think of a person as intelligent when they could share stuff they didn't know about. What they don't know is, it is easier to remember trivial matters if they pay attention to their surroundings when they are being fed some information. For example, on the day I learned how the rock pumice looked like, my closest friend at the time submitted the project to our science teacher. She pointed at the rock, saying it's incorrectly labeled, and that it was actually pumice. I remember how the backdrop of the project was red, and how I felt really bad that I did not know how to make the project, and how I felt relieved that my friend could just add me as a partner instead. I just did not know how rocks would look like. Of course I knew what rocks were, but you had to label them with their names and classify them as sedimentary, igneous, or metamorphic rocks. Anyways, my point is, what you thought was being smart, was actually being good at connecting the dots. Or I don't know. Maybe they really are smart in a way.