MBTI high school

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: "The Sentinel Club"

After witnessing the utter anarchy of the Explorers Club, ESTJ decided it was time to show ENFP what a real club was, with rules, order, and most importantly… efficiency. She turned to him, her gaze stern, but with a defiant glint in her eyes.

— ESTJ: "Come on. I'll show you how things are supposed to work. You need some order in your life."

ENFP smiled excitedly.

— ENFP: "Order? What's that? A new form of organized chaos?"

ESTJ ignored the comment and led her to another wing of the school, where absolute calm reigned. They arrived at a door neatly labeled: "Sentinel Club."

When she opened the door, ENFP expected to see something similar to the Explorers Club, but she was shocked. Inside, everything was perfectly ordered. The tables were neatly lined up, each member had their own task, and a clock on the wall counted down the precise minutes of the activities.

ISTJ, in charge of the action plan, made sure that everything was executed with rigor. He checked a board, a sheet of detailed instructions in his hand.

— ISTJ: "Okay, in exactly 7 minutes and 32 seconds, we have to move on to the next step of the plan. Not a second more."

ISFJ, bent over a pile of files, worked silently, with a slight smile of satisfaction. She liked that everything was in order, and each sheet was filed in a colorful folder.

— ISFJ: "I've prepared your report for you, ESTJ. It's all here, organized by date, importance, and priority."

ESFJ stood at a table, meticulously organizing supplies.

—ESFJ: "Does anyone want tea? Or maybe some cookies to go with it? It's all set, just in case."

ENFP stared at the scene with wide eyes. It was like entering another world, a world where everything made sense, where people followed rules. He turned to ESTJ with a wry smile.

—ENFP: "You mean there's no trampoline here? No inflatable pool either?"

—ESTJ: "Right. Just efficiency, teamwork, and clear goals. Welcome to a real club."

ISTJ raised an eyebrow at ENFP.

—ISTJ: "Trampoline? Inflatable pool? I don't see how that would improve efficiency or productivity."

— ENFP: "No, but it can make it more fun!"

ISFJ smiled shyly, while reorganizing a folder that didn't really need it.

— ISFJ: "Fun is important too, I guess... But here, we prefer the fun of order and planning."

ENFP turned to ESFJ, looking innocent.

— ENFP: "And you, don't you want to have a little food fight, just for fun?"

ESFJ stepped back, horrified.

— ESFJ: "Oh my god, no! No way we're going to dirty all that work!"

ESTJ crossed her arms, triumphant.

— ESTJ: "See, that's what a real club is. We move forward, we progress. And we don't jump into inflatable pools!"

ENFP looked around, then shrugged.

— ENFP: "Okay, okay... But... without a trampoline, I'm not sure I can survive here."

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing, puzzled.

ISTJ, still stoic, glanced at ESTJ.

— ISTJ: "Your friend needs some serious training."

— ESTJ (with a sigh): "Yeah, I know... he's a hopeless case."

But ENFP, undeterred, stretched theatrically.

— ENFP: "Well, I guess I'll try... Maybe I'll learn to be a little more... efficient. But you don't know what you're missing without a little chaos!"

The members of the Sentinel Club exchanged uncertain glances, perhaps secretly wondering if a little madness might not, indeed, make things a little more interesting.

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