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sit in my chair again, my hands folded in my lap. A silent woman enters the room carrying a tray. She nods at me, then puts the tray down on the long table, before leaving again. I just hope she’s not an ISTJ. I would seriously lose it if I had to act like her for the next six years!
    I spend my first hour eating the oatmeal cookies and apple juice that the silent woman brought me, then flip through a few old magazines that are sitting on a window ledge in a pile. They’re all from Association Publications and therefore not even worth reading, filled with page after page of perfect-looking kids, a Psychologist’s dream. After a while, I toss the magazines on the floor, bored. I sit with my spine straight against the back of the chair for another thirty minutes, then sixty. After a while I start to feel frustrated. What’s taking so long? Just when I feel like I may actually die from spontaneous combustion, the door opens, and three men walk in, my father the tallest of them all.
    “Daddy!” I shout before I can stop myself. Aaron wouldn’t yell.
    “Sophie, I’m sure that you won’t mind having Dr. Jenkins join us for the results,” Dr. Bluewater says, his face one huge smile. “While we don’t normally have parents in the room for the initial feedback, your father’s presence is a true honour for us here at The Department.”
    I look at my father, who smiles ever-so-slightly at the younger Psychologist.
    “The results, Arnold?” asks Dr. Anders.
    “Yes, yes, of course,” Dr. Bluewater says. He flips through the papers in his hand. “Let’s see…Well, Sophie, your results were quite clear, quite clear. You’re an ISTJ—”
    “An ISTJ?” my father interrupts. “What do you mean?”
    “An ISTJ, Dr. Jenkins. Introvert, Sensing, Thinking, and Judging, with—”
    “I know what the acronym stands for, Arnold,” my father says. “I taught you the acronym at the Departmental Academy, did I not?”
    “Of course you did! How silly of me!”
    “The results need to be analyzed again. My daughter is an Extra. I wouldn’t be surprised if she turned out to be an ESFP, just like my Hannah. Sophie’s been identified as an Extra since age two!”
    Dr. Anders glances at me and I look at my lap. Act like Aaron. Act like Aaron.
    “Obviously there must be some mistake here,” my father says. “The number of parties this child has insisted on going to, the ballet and acting classes she had us sign her up for! The arguing and debating, the questioning of authority! She’s an Extra, pure and simple, just like her older sister. I have not one but two performers in my house. You should have seen all of the impromptu skits I’ve had to sit through over the years!” He sighs. “Here, let me see the findings.” He reaches out his hand and the younger man gives him the papers. I watch my father as he quickly scans the results.
    “I assure you that protocol was followed and that there were no mistakes made, Michael,” Dr. Anders says.
    “I’m sure that it was, Richard,” my father says. “It’s just such an unexpected finding…” He flips through the pages again, then turns to look at Dr. Bluewater. “How many Assessments have you done, Arnold?”
    “Over three hundred now, sir.”
    “I see.” My father’s face has an expression on it that I’ve never seen before. Kind of a mix between confusion and fear. I notice my own stomach start to tighten and make myself look away.
    “As I said, protocol was followed to the letter,” says Dr. Anders.
    My father holds up his hand towards the other Psychologists. “Wait, I think I’ve got it right here on page eight … I think we have our answer.”
    “And what is that?” asks Dr. Anders.
    “Sophie’s early testing as a toddler was done by a student at the Academy, someone who wasn’t even licensed yet!” My father’s face looks smooth once more, the worry lines gone.
    “They permitted students to do the early identifications?” Dr. Bluewater