MBTI high school

Chapter 34:

Chapter 34: When Kant Goes Up in Smoke — Autopsy of a Pedagogical Disaster

The philosophy teacher had given them a week to prepare a presentation. So, logically, everyone gathered… the night before at 9 PM, with more Red Bull than functioning brain cells.

— “Alright, I made a three-part outline, with subsections and cross-referenced quotes,” announces INTJ, dropping a 12-page brick on the table, dark circles carved into their cheekbones.

— “Weren’t we supposed to make the outline TOGETHER?” grumbles ENTP, chewing on their pen. “Can we at least vote?”

— “Vote? So you can suggest another rap about Plato during the presentation? Absolutely not.”

— “Hey, but a rap about Plato would be sick,” chimes in ENFP.

They were already scribbling lyrics on a scrap of paper.

— “Wait, I’ve got a verse! ‘All I see are shadows on my wall, call me prisoner of the censorship hall...’”

ISTJ rolls their eyes while sorting index cards by color:

— “We’re doomed.”

ISTP scratches the wall with a key:

— “This plaster feels weird… You think there’s stuff hidden in it?”

— “Yeah, our dignity,” murmurs INFJ, resting their head on the table, eyes misty.

ESFP bursts in triumphantly, holding a bag of glitter:

— “I bought this for the conclusion! It’s gonna be WOW!”

— “We’re supposed to talk about Kant, not Lady Gaga’s tour,” chokes INTP.

ENTJ slams a fist on the table:

— “IF YOU DON’T STOP, I’M MAKING YOU ALL REPEAT THE YEAR THROUGH TELEPATHY.”

INFP bursts into tears:

— “Nobody respects my delicate vision of inner freedom…”

Midnight.

A nightmarish PowerPoint is born:

18 different fonts.

Transitions spinning like saloon doors.

A dancing dog gif looping on the last slide.

No one knows why.

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D-Day — The Shipwreck

Presentation time. The group stands in front of the class, paler than their note sheets.

INTJ, looking like a corporate zombie, stares at the screen with sniper-level intensity:

— “Today, we’ll present Kant’s concept of freedom…”

ESFP presses the key to change slides. The screen goes black.

Then, as if the universe itself was mocking them, INTP’s search history appears in full view:
"How to discreetly escape from high school"

ENTP explodes:

— “DUDE, YOU TRYING TO ESCAPE THROUGH THE SEWERS OR WHAT?!”

INTJ implodes:

— “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY COMPUTER?!?”

ISTP taps the remote with a compass:

— “We can still run.”

ENTJ snatches the keyboard from INTP’s hands:

— “FIX THIS OR I’M TURNING YOU INTO A PHILOSOPHICAL FOOTNOTE.”

ENFP, panicking, tries to salvage it:

— “Haha! It’s a metaphor! Freedom is also failure, right?”

The teacher squints. INTP, deadpan:

— “Technically, philosophically, a black screen can symbolize Kantian nothingness…”

ENTJ throws the mouse at their face.

ISTJ reboots the PowerPoint, but the slides are total chaos. By the third one, a Shrek meme pops up with the text:
"Freedom? Never heard of it."

INFJ softly sobs:

— “The teacher hates us… I can feel the disappointment vibrating…”

ENTP turns to them:

— “Can you stop playing psychic and focus or…?”

INFP, in full dramatic trance, declaims:

— “We are mere puppets tossed in the hurricane of judgment…”

ENTJ yells:

— “SHUT UP, DISCOUNT BAUDELAIRE!”

The teacher coughs:

— “Would you like to conclude?”

ESFP, with a big smile, throws the glitter in the air:

— “In conclusion: freedom is… surviving yourself!”

At that precise moment, the projector shuts off, a ceiling light flickers out, and ISTP keeps smacking the remote as if it will change anything.

The teacher remains silent for five long seconds.

Then they write:
8/20 — An unforgettable sensory experience.

INTJ stares into the void. They say they never smiled again after that day.