MBTI high school

Chapter 43:

Chapter 43: First Day in the Jungle (um… Kindergarten)

By me, ISFP, 5 and a half years old (yes, the half matters!)

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Today is my first day of kindergarten. I don’t want to go. I told Mom my tummy hurt, my heart hurt, my foot hurt—everything hurt. But she said, “That’s normal, it’s just stress.”

I don’t know who Mr. Stress is, but I don’t like him.

My twin sister ESFJ, though, she was super excited. She wore a dress with butterflies, did her shiny pigtails, and yelled everywhere:

— ESFJ: We’re gonna make so many new frieeeeends!

I don’t want friends. I want my bed. And my stuffed cat.

But we went anyway.

The classroom was huge. There were colors everywhere. Too many colors. And too many loud people. I hid behind the teacher’s leg, but she didn’t like that. She said:

— Teacher: Go play with the others, sweetheart!

I’m not a sweetheart, lady.

Now, “the others.” Oh boy… let me tell you.

First, I saw the twins INTJ and ESFP. The boy INTJ had glasses (even though we’re five!) and was writing in a notebook with a super serious face. He said:

— INTJ: No one understands my plan.

And his sister ESFP screamed:

— ESFP: LOOK, I’M DOING A CARTWHEEL!!

She knocked over a jar of markers. It was kinda funny.

Then there were ENTJ and ESTJ, two other kids, but… they’re like the class presidents. Little ministers or something.

— ESTJ: You’re not allowed to run!

— ENTJ: You didn’t wash your hands.

They even made a list of “rule breakers.” I’m already on it because I spilled my strawberry yogurt. It was an accident.

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Two kids, INTP and ISTP, did nothing. LITERALLY NOTHING.
They were asleep.
On the floor.
On pillows.
The whole day.
I think they were pretending to be rugs.

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Then this boy SCARED me. His name is ESTP, and he looked at me and said:

— ESTP: Wanna marry me?

WHAT?!

— Me (screaming): But I don’t even know how to tie my shoes yet!

Luckily, there’s a nice girl. ENFJ. She held my hand and said:

— ENFJ: Don’t worry, I’ll help you make some friends.

I said okay, but I really just wanted to go draw a purple sheep in a quiet corner. Then there’s another girl, ISFJ. She’s PERFECT. Like, always polite, always proper.

— ISFJ: Good morning, teacher! Thank you, teacher!

I spilled my marbles and yelled “oops,” and she said:

— ISFJ (smiling): It’s okay, I’ll help you pick them up.

She shines. Like a kind star.

At the end, I cried a little.
But ENFJ gave me a cookie.
And ESFP put glitter on my cheek.

And INTJ told me:

— INTJ: Your silence is admirable.

I don’t really know what that means, but I think it’s nice.
So… maybe kindergarten isn’t that bad.

But I still wanna go home.

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Good evening, good evening—or good morning, good morning!

I’ve decided I’m going to write a few chapters of the MBTI kids in kindergarten! At first, I wanted to write a full story just about them as children, but then I thought: Naaaaah… and what would I even call it? MBTI Kindergarten?

Hey… that’s not bad.

Anyway, I’ll be writing some chapters about them as little kids for a while, and if you like it, let me know! I’ll write a special story just for them. So, see you next time!

XOXO

Noulanne