The Final Rose: MC Goes Home (D)

Ah, the dreaded Multiple Choice. We first met them when they hopped out of the limo all happy like they were here to change my life or something like just hanging out with them would improve my AP scores. But no. It was all a lie.

Personality: what personality? Do share.
Looks: ugly
Brains: not enough to help me pass, that's for sure.
Score: 22/55.

MC was there to pull me down, no matter how much effort and preparation I put into it. Weeks of practice in class? No, an average of a 50% correct. A mock AP exam? 22 questions right. Not one, but TWO practice AP Lang prep books, nope. MC was here to destroy me.

I worked incredibly hard on MC and even with all the help I got from McMahon, my peers, the preparation we did, and the GALLONS of tears that I shed in the library while it was about to close, I still felt like I got nowhere.

I don't understand how anybody enjoys MC. (That link is important if you want to see MC in the flesh...) MC completely screwed me over during my time in Lang and I'm still hoping that it doesn't destroy my AP exam score. 

The feeling of shame and failure flowed through my veins every time I did a set of multiple choice questions. Filling in random answers might have given me a better chance at a higher score than actually trying to answer the questions myself. This was the first time I felt incredibly hopeless and felt like I was trying so hard to achieve something that I simply never would. 

I did try harder, Hannah. It didn't work.