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After the GRE

So I took the GRE subject test in English Literature this Saturday. Found my way to USC alright, got lost on campus, walked in ten minutes late, remembered that this is California - even the GRE starts half an hour after the posted time to accommodate our laxity - and proceeded to prove my literary worth after ZERO hours of study. Read a wide, self-satisfied grin right here.

Actually, that's not exactly true. Tara and I read two or three poems on the floor of my bedroom a few days before. One of them is posted below, and was not remotely helpful - only personally inspiring. The other one was featured on question 23, or thereabouts. I know, I know - I'm not supposed to reveal the contents of the exam to a single soul. Like they're really going to rehash that one with that very number and everything. Whatever.

Anyway, what I really should have done was asked Tara to write out little blurbs for each big-name in literary theory. Something catchy and rememberable. That would have been a good idea. As it was, I didn't think of it at all, and she thought of it only several days after the fact. Anyone interested in a thorough overview of the major theoretical bastions should absolutely check out her blog post here. Anyone not remotely interested, anyone with contempt or carelessness or frustration or tearful confusion regarding literary theory should check out her blog post here. (hint: it's the same thing.) Have fun.

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  1. Hello, I'm Emily Clare.25 October, 2008 08:32

    Yay for the GRE... *yawn*
    So glad I don't have to do that stuff. I'm sure you OWNED it!!!

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  2. David25 October, 2008 15:22

    Well how did it go?

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  3. Unknown25 October, 2008 19:13

    alright. easier than i thought, which means i probably bombed it. lots more chaucer than i expected. caedmon's hymn, shtuff like that. light on theory, heavy on identifying authors from quotes.

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  4. Unknown26 October, 2008 16:43

    correction: 'quotations' not 'quotes'. 'quotes' is a verb in the present singular. not a noun. knowing this, however, will not improve your chances of acing the gre subject test.

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  5. Hello, I'm Emily Clare.28 October, 2008 20:33

    **yawn**

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