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    “It was a different era, Arnold. We were hoping to help them gain experience, but in the process mistakes were clearly made.” My father sighs, then hands my results back to Dr. Bluewater.
    “While that’s unfortunate, at least the mistake was caught now, while your daughter is still a child,” says Dr. Anders.
    My father turns his gaze sharply to look at me. I can tell that he’d forgotten I was in the room, that I even existed beyond those papers. He crouches down next to my chair and pats my arm. “My poor girl,” he says softly. “All these years, treated like an Extra, pushed to be something you aren’t and as a result you behaved in the way you thought I wanted. It must have been so difficult for you!”
    “That’s okay,” I say, looking into his eyes quickly, then away.
    “All this time, encouraged to do so many social activities, told that you were something you’re not. Making you share a bedroom with your sister despite having extra free rooms in the house, just because I believed you needed the frequent interaction.” He sighs again. “My own daughter! Will you forgive your silly Dad?”
    “Yeah,” I say, my cheeks reddening. How can he not know ?
    My father moves his face near mine and kisses the top of my head before standing up again. I can’t help but notice my dad is being more gentle and loving to me than ever before. Did he secretly wish I was an Intro all this time ?
    “So, Dr. Bluewater, has the ISTJ Home School been notified that a new student is on her way?”
    “That’s my next order of business, sir,” he answers. “That, and to give your daughter this package filled with all the information she needs.” He looks at me and smiles. “You’re quite a lucky girl, Sophie. The ISTJ in our county is one of the best of its kind. It truly is a magnificent Home School.”
    “Great!” I say, my voice shaking. I reach out my hand and take the package he’s holding out to me. I resist the urge to rip it open right there and read about all that I’m in for. I can wait until I get home. It will only take an hour or so until we’re back home. What’s the big deal in waiting? After all, Aaron would show some restraint.

    CHAPTER SEVEN
    The relationship between the controller and the controlled is reciprocal.”
    —B. F. Skinner
    I show restraint while having to wait for my father to finish his endless conversations with Dr. Anders and Dr. Bluewater. I also show restraint when I then have to wait for my father to gather up his papers in his Department office and to make a few phone calls before finally being ready to go home. By the time we finally get to the car, I realize that I’ve shown enough restraint and decide to rip open the package and see what’s inside.
    I pull out a large ISTJ Home School brochure. It’s filled with glossy photos of beautiful stone buildings and perfectly manicured lawns. There is page after page of perfect-looking teenage girls and boys dressed in uniforms (white shirts, blue ties, and blue pants or skirts). Below the pictures are little information blurbs about all the wonderful things to expect at ISTJ. Things that sound great, but don’t mean much to me, like: As a First-Year at ISTJ Home School, you are welcomed into a community that emphasizes the importance of respecting oneself and others, celebrating diversity and traditions, instilling the joy of lifelong learning, and becoming responsible for one’s self, one’s school community, and one’s environment.
    On another page I learn that: ISTJ offers a unique experience for each student to develop their problem-solving and communication skills, while respecting his or her need for solitude and time to self.”
    I find out that diverse extracurricular activities exist, as well as Guest Lectures, which are provided to anyone interested in developing themselves further. Dorm rooms are shared, but having to live in such close proximity to other students is balanced by the number of Quiet