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Remember how I told you guys you better hook me up with some synopses and analyses of major works of English literature? Well, y’all are all fired.

Except Margo who gave me three in-person lessons on poetry. Or, as I like to say it, POW-tree.

And Kate, who helped me create some study objectives.

And Big E, who discussed lit with me over lunch and lent me a bunch of her grad school books.

And Cat, who recommended a really good poetry text with which to study and listed everything she read in high school so I could write it down.

And my dad, who gave me what I call the nuclear option: if I don’t understand the exam question, I’m just going to write, “If anything’s consistent about Shakespeare, it’s silly fucking plots.”

Everybody else, though, you’re all fired. But NEVER MIND. I figured out a way to pass.

That’s not even all of them.