Squibs, Muggles, and Wizardkind

There are so many ways people categorize each other.

"She's an ESTJ FOR SURE!" or "He is a definite B-type," or even "That guy/girl is such a geek".

"The Race that Knows Joseph" (L.M. Montgomery), the "Frozen Chosen" (Presbyterians), and "kindred spirits" also come to mind.

Why do we do this? Is it some part of the naming thing that stuck with us? Did Adam have so much fun naming the rhinoceros and the antelope and the platypus that we keep naming and categorizing and fitting each thing into its own little box?

Seeing a bunch of new students come into CIU while older CIU students have a hard time getting accounting to be honest with them is...interesting. I know some people who can't come back because even though they were cleared with accounting, they were told last week that they actually owed a few thousand dollars. Poor, senior college students. Who can't even find a job right now. After they were sure they were clear financially with CIU and that they were set to graduate this semester.

Then here's these new students - naive, somewhat innocent, unsure how to navigate the campus or a meeting with their advisor. They can't know the dangers and surprises that lay ahead.

Some of them will love CIU and choose to stay instead of transferring. Some of them will lose faith and struggle into life feeling abused and let down. And some of them will just muddle through and shine later, after graduation and after all the school pressure is off.

The start of school makes me think of (surprise, surprise) Harry Potter. I'm reading The Prisoner of Azkaban right now in English/Spanish (I have two copies so I'm going back and forth) and knowing what's ahead for Harry and what happened last year is comforting. I know he'll be alright.

And, speaking of naming things/people groups:

Some people are wizards; they're the lucky ones. Destined to become great in some way. Some are muggles - doomed to (and usually content with) a life of (in my eyes) boredom - job, house, marriage, kids, etc. But then there are the squibs - those unlucky people caught in the middle.

They can see what wizardkind has; and they want it so badly. They abhor the lives of muggles, but they are condemned to never being accepted in either place because of their peculiarities.

How many of these kids will be squibs?

And what if I'm one?