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  • I went to college later in life. Married and a mother of two by the time I was 22 put my focus on home and family. People are always surprised when I tell them this was by choice. I have always done things differently, even as a small child, and I have always been acutely aware that I have often left my family shaking their heads at many of my choices. So, going back to school at 29 seemed perfectly logical in my way of thinking. Feeling a bit awkward, old, and overly enthusiastic I quickly started experiencing familiar, time-warp reminders of how I felt in high school: everything I say is odd, I see things totally differently than others and it is painfully obvious to all. Confirmation and an explanation came in a lower division, catch-all required psychology course. Each student was required to complete the ubiquitous Meyers/Briggs personality assessment as part of the curriculum. It was actually a really fun test to take and I was floored by how accurate my results were. I was thrilled that I actually fit into a category! One 50 minute class was dedicated to sharing our results. The instructor taped sheets of paper with the four letter personality types (ENTP, ISFJ, etc) around the room and told us to stand in a group under the sign that contained the letters of our assessment results. Needless to say I was not part of the outgoing social group. There I stood under the INTJ sign next to a kid to looked like a combination of Mr. Spock and a serial killer. Together, our personality type represented 1% of the population. It was horrifying and liberating all at the same time. To this day, I take great comfort in those four letters, INTJ. I fit somewhere...I am unique...I am myself.

    Artwork by Tommy McHugh, Liverpool UK
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