The interesting thing is, when I was younger, like middle school to the first year of high school, when my dad (ESTJ) was really micro-managing my school work, I was all about schedule, starting assigments as soon as I get them, studying everyday for a set amount of time, etc, etc. Over-achiever, brown-noser. (I was pretty screwed up in elementary school, and my parents moved us to a new location, and came down hard on me, so I did a 180).
And, then it was like, if 100% exist, I will get it. And, I did. I won the Math, English and Science awards for my year in Middle school. Got into a specialized program for high school. In grade 6, I remember, my teacher used to give this assigment where we had to write on the topic, max 100 words, I was so anal that every assigment of mine would be exactly 100 words, without fail. My grade 9 year, my average was around 99% (English, very hard to get 100% as there is no right answer). My math class final grade was 110% (because I got perfect on every test and exam, including bonus marks). And, then, I got tired around the middle of grade 10. Like, well, I've proved to myself I can do it, where's the fun in that? And, it went downhill from there.....that in my final year, I had to appease to the same math teacher to round my mark UP, so I didn't fail, because I did shit all in class, and got almost passing marks by literally coming to the exam, and DURING exam, learning, through deductive intuitive reasoning, Algebra & Trig. I can't believe I taught myself enough to not majorly fail. The only reason she passed me is because she knew who/what I was in Grade 9. Most shameful conversation, her telling me that she is so suprised that the only student to get above perfect in her class is coming to ask her to pass.