I know shit.

However, it's usually shit no one cares about.
No, that's just a joke.
Well I'm not going to say, "To tell the future," if that's what you're looking for. According to the definition I found, it said:
If anyone argues that I don't use intuition, they're a fucking idiot. Period.
Now a lot of people argue that I primarily use extraverted intuition because I'm weird and shit and have a vivid imagination, which is also bullshit. But anyway.
I use the ability to grasp patterns and plans constantly as well as the ability to dissect complex information. Hell, that's what teachers do.
But I do not do it for itself. It is not an end. It is a means to an end, and that end is helping others reach their potential. To help them grow.
I'm a results-oriented person. I get very grumpy if my hard work does not come to fruition. But my results-orientation doesn't ring true with ESTJ because it's mostly people-based.
My talents lie in arts and humanities. They lie in discovering what people need to succeed and meeting those needs, in seeking what does not apparently 'meet the eye.'
Unlike an ESFJ, who is concerned with meeting people's physical needs and practical needs, I look towards something else that I cannot clearly define.
Perfect example:
I was on a class trip with a woman who I am pretty sure is ESTJ and a man who I am pretty sure is IXTP. You can imagine how much fun that was. :rolli: I knew from the first that this dynamic was going to be challenging - I literally felt it in my gut - my stomach was ill nearly the entire time.
Control freak meets lethargic lari-fari. Lovely. And guess who was the asshole in between. Yeah. Me.
The ESTJ constantly was controlling things. Me too. But we had completely different focus. She was all about the practical matters "She's not eating much. He is speaking German when he should be speaking English. She is tired. He did this. She did that."
However, I didn't even fucking notice these things were going on. Quite frankly, since it was my first time teaching the class, I was glad she was the Iron Lady so that I could focus on other things. She was controlling this. Controlling that.
On the other hand, I was developing ideas, planning, brainstorming. Thinking up cool activities for the kids. Making sure everyone was happy and satisfied mentally and emotionally. Making sure the kids had fun. Lifting them up, supporting them where I could. And YES, being strict when I had to.
But not like the Iron Lady, completely different. I wasn't scanning if Johnny ate his salad or if Sandra was on her skateboard outside the boundaries we set. I was making sure Katie was developing her English skills, that Michael was participating more and opening up. And if not, how could I re-work things to make the kids grow as much as possible?
Poor IXTP on the other hand was so constricted by Ms. ESXJ, that he was practically paralyzed. He couldn't think. He couldn't act. Besides, it is not his strong point to motivate the kids and act anyway, and her hounding him wasn't helping. I had foreseen that this would blow up eventually.
One evening, indeed, the two of them drastically EXPLODED. Accusations were flying left and right, and it was clear to me that if the fire department did not come quickly, the whole house was going to burn down.
I know my skills are not apparent on here, but using my what-the-hell-ever you want to call it, I calmed both of them down. I listened to each side, and once they were calm enough and saw their needs were being met, we managed to brainstorm solutions and get through the experience. Whew. God damn. My stomach was aching. I felt the tension, I felt the negative vibes. It made me very, very uncomfortable, and I would have loved to retreat to my room and let them kill each other. But I did it for the kids. I wanted to think about the kids. We found our common ground, which was making this shit work fairly well for the rest of the time, and went on from there.
I felt physically ill during this stressful time, but I kept my cool and made shit work. She liked me. He liked/tolerated me. They hated each other. I was kind of the glue that kept the whole shit together.
*sigh*
What pissed me off about the whole thing was that this dumb-ass bullshit distracted me from what I wanted to do most, which was dream up good ideas for the kids. Instead, I had to be a fucking kindergarten teacher keeping the bully from beating up the shy kid. Fuck a duck.