At age 18, back in Medieval Times, I started college as a commuter freshman. And I discovered the sweet mysteries of college registration.
The process took days, literally. I attended LSUNO, as it was known then. (Now simply UNO.) Anyway, there was a formidable set of meetings/convocations/hoops/hurdles to jump through. My Good Sport Quotient, being an 18-year-old smartass was running on fumes. The final straw was filling out a bulky pack of file cards.
When I got to one, the Religious Preference Card, the card did not have the exaustive "M/F" dichotomy for sex; but listed:
So I answered.
Other answers could have been used; all other than the one requested on the Religious Prefence Card.
In December, I got a call from the Dean's Office. He called me in to bawl me out for having "a bad attitude." In other words, a normal 18-year-old.
It took four months before they noticed my answer in those pre-computer days.
Didn't they teach Deans adolescent psychology back then even in those in loco parentis days?
Incidentally, I never heard from the Pagan Student Union.