I received an email earlier this week from a friend that signed off with: "hope you have a productive dead week!" As an English major, I can appreciate the irony of that statement. For starters my University clearly doesn't comprehend the concept of "dead week". I had a quiz, a presentation and a paper due today and a few miscellaneous, yet time consuming, projects due as well . Next week I have three finals and two papers due. Provided this is a lot to handle, I wouldn't have such a hard time if the library would stay open all night. For the first time in my college career I was kicked out of the library for staying too late. The library holds 24 hour study hours during finals week but where is the love for dead week? I don't need to study all of next week because my last final is on Monday, I needed them this week! With the copious amount of stress growing in my life, the thing that is guiding me through it is, ironically, my literature homework. Today I read a story for my British Literature class and it totally relaxed me. It also inspired me to pick out my favorite works we have done this year. In honor of having to return my book (I'm strapped for cash and they will pay me!) I am going to post a page with the poems that I fell in love with this semester.