missizzy

A couple of weeks ago, when the Great Pottermore Resorting happened, I, wanting to get a wand that fit my personality more(I'd originally gotten a spruce wand, which was described as being "near disaster" in the hands of someone of my temperament), took the new sorting quiz, trusting that, like the last one, and like most internet sorting quizzes, it would put me in Ravenclaw. Instead it put me in Slytherin. In a manner befitting of my new house, I promptly made another account using my older email address, and this time tried to reclaim my old info, but it turned out to be lost. So I tried to quiz again, trying to alter my answers a bit, and ended up in Slytherin again. I haven't been back to Pottermore since; I think I may ultimately use it without an account.
At first I thought there was something wrong with the quiz. Certainly I don't have the ambitions one would expect of a Slytherin(I did say I wanted to be remembered for my accomplishments, but I meant the ones in the creative line...). But since then I've been wondering: has the determination to make it in the world, to get mine, if I can, turned me into a Slytherin?
Being a young scared autistic woman in our day and age can make you feel desperate, far more than I ought to, probably, and the possibility of Trump being elected and taking everything I've worked so hard to earn away from me doesn't help. Soon the primary will come to Virginia, and I don't know which of Hillary or Saunders I'll vote for. If I had my druthers, I'd see the latter in office, but I'm terrified of what happens if the main election is him versus Trump. Hell, him versus Cruz might be even more dangerous, because Cruz is someone mainstream voters could be scared into voting for is the smears they'll no doubt throw at Saunders stick.