Shazam, my lamb!
I'm taking this class about psychological assessment, which basically means giving people standardized tests of all kinds and then not using the results to screw them over for life. Right-o.
So for part of the class, we administered a couple tests to ourselves and have to write up a report based on the results.* The two tests I'm writing about came to the conclusion that I do not enjoy taking risks. Well... no. That's true. But should I take more risks? What am I missing out on if I'm too afraid to do anything?
Sooo, one day I had stayed too late at my jobbish thingadoodle downtown and was probably going to be late for class. During one part of my trek back to school, the train line runs parallel to three stops of the school's shuttle bus. The train and shuttle bus stops only match up at one point, and even at that point, there's a pretty major intersection to cross. Still, I had been paying attention for weeks to see if it was going to be possible to get off the train before it got to where I get off normally (and then have to walk alllll the way across campus) and catch the shuttle, which would drop me off about halfway across campus.
It appeared that today was the day. I saw the campus shuttle looping around so that it would be coming up to the intersection where the train stops, and I totally went for it. Got to the very front of the train before we'd even stopped, no shuttle in sight. Adrenaline pumping, because this was going to be a sweet victory if I only got to class a few minutes late. Got off the stopped train just as the light was turning. Traffic, traffic, adrenaline, traffic, shuttle bus. That f*cker blew past its stop without even slowing down, and I was still standing three feet from the now-leaving train, on the entirely wrong side of the intersection.
So I had to wait for the next bus, which put me outside the classroom a full half-hour late. And, because I feel strongly bound by social norms (you don't walk into class half an hour late) and have a wee touch of social anxiety (if you walk into class now, everyone will look at you and you'll have to find a seat with everyone watching and there's not an empty one near the door and GAAAHH), I sat outside the classroom until the break half an hour later.
*Heh, I took the Myers-Briggs and tested as an INTP. There's a blast from the past. Do I make decisions with my heart or my head? I don't know what that means, and refuse to answer the question. Or how about: major life decisions, my heart; daily mundane decisions, my head. Where does that one fit on the grid? YOU DON'T KNOW ME, STANDARDIZED TESTS.
So for part of the class, we administered a couple tests to ourselves and have to write up a report based on the results.* The two tests I'm writing about came to the conclusion that I do not enjoy taking risks. Well... no. That's true. But should I take more risks? What am I missing out on if I'm too afraid to do anything?
Sooo, one day I had stayed too late at my jobbish thingadoodle downtown and was probably going to be late for class. During one part of my trek back to school, the train line runs parallel to three stops of the school's shuttle bus. The train and shuttle bus stops only match up at one point, and even at that point, there's a pretty major intersection to cross. Still, I had been paying attention for weeks to see if it was going to be possible to get off the train before it got to where I get off normally (and then have to walk alllll the way across campus) and catch the shuttle, which would drop me off about halfway across campus.
It appeared that today was the day. I saw the campus shuttle looping around so that it would be coming up to the intersection where the train stops, and I totally went for it. Got to the very front of the train before we'd even stopped, no shuttle in sight. Adrenaline pumping, because this was going to be a sweet victory if I only got to class a few minutes late. Got off the stopped train just as the light was turning. Traffic, traffic, adrenaline, traffic, shuttle bus. That f*cker blew past its stop without even slowing down, and I was still standing three feet from the now-leaving train, on the entirely wrong side of the intersection.
So I had to wait for the next bus, which put me outside the classroom a full half-hour late. And, because I feel strongly bound by social norms (you don't walk into class half an hour late) and have a wee touch of social anxiety (if you walk into class now, everyone will look at you and you'll have to find a seat with everyone watching and there's not an empty one near the door and GAAAHH), I sat outside the classroom until the break half an hour later.
*Heh, I took the Myers-Briggs and tested as an INTP. There's a blast from the past. Do I make decisions with my heart or my head? I don't know what that means, and refuse to answer the question. Or how about: major life decisions, my heart; daily mundane decisions, my head. Where does that one fit on the grid? YOU DON'T KNOW ME, STANDARDIZED TESTS.
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