Back in Grade 12 I decided that my previously ordained career of choice would not be in the military. I was in the Reserves and had already had my fun and, besides, I hated having cold showers at 7 a.m. after running in combat boots for an hour.

So, suddenly left with a decision to find a new career (preferably one that does not require being shot at or yelled at), I visited the Guidance Office and took one of its career tests.

I answered all of the questions by shading in little boxes on a card (ask your parents about this) and was told to wait for two weeks while it was sent to Loyalist College to be analyzed by its computer in the – get this – computer building. That’s right, the computer was so big it had its own building.

Anyway, the results came back and said I should consider becoming a reporter and/or an editor.

Hmm, if the computer says it is so …

I looked into this career further and didn’t find anything objectionable about it, so I applied to journalism school and the rest is history.

Today, since I don’t believe 16-year-olds should be trusted to choose a lifetime career, I tried the test again. I went online to to take a Myers Briggs test.

On a scale of one to five, the test wanted to know if I was open about myself. I guess after admitting on this page, for all to read, that I was a fan of Mamma Mia!, I would have to give that a five.

Am I a brainiac? Well, I’m not very smart, but I do approach situations with a more intellectual route than emotional. Not sure if this is what they mean, so I gave myself a four.

Do I find physics interesting? Perhaps I would if I understood it even a little, so is that a three or a four? Hmm, I gave myself a one.

Now, here was a strange question: Do I seek out the patterns of the universe? Universes have patterns? I did not know that.

Am I decisive? Maybe.

Am I sarcastic? No, never in a million years.

Am I honest? Yes, which means I have to admit I just made up these last three.

So, what did the computer spit out? (Another quaint term from the days when computers didn’t have screens; instead, they would “spit out” reams of paper with dots that looked like letters if you squinted your eyes just right.)

Hey, I could be an entertainer, a recruiter, a librarian, a facilitator sales trainer, a travel agent or a program designer.

This is interesting: I could be a child care worker or a social worker for the elderly. But not for people my own age, I guess. What does that say about me?

Oh, there, at the top of the page there is a bar graph that says my level of extroversion is 63 per cent (good, I’m not a loner, but I’m not annoying, either); my emotional stability is at 73 per cent (shouldn’t that be higher for someone with access to matches and a vehicle?); my orderliness is at a whopping 90 per cent (I will never wash dishes again as I have nothing to prove anymore); altruism is 63 per cent (I guess the United Way has a six-in-ten chance of getting something from me in October); and my inquisitiveness is 56 per cent (I should look into that).

Alas, I have been toying with you; near the top of the list – between artist and recreation director – it says I should be a broadcaster/writer/journalist.

I guess I am right where I should be.