Quiet! The oncoming qualm, quantized by a quinary of
days, quietly waits to quash the quorum of quirky questers studying in quasi quagmires. These quizzes, no mere queries of quackery, are quixotic questioners
of quiddity, now quantified, culminating in the quaffing of quaiches after
their quick quartes. However, these quadric quandaries taken in queasy quods cannot
quench the quibbling qubits of engineers, qi collectors, never quailing, but perhaps
quaking, at the quaint queues of oncoming quid that quoth this quietus. The only quaalude is comedy: a quartet of quality
choruses, quippishly requoted, quickly chronicling the quintessential quarrels
queerily faced by the quivering quintile questing for graduation’s quietude. Qua, these inequitable quantiles of quartics and quantics
shall be conquered, quite easily, and the victorius quartile shall be called
Rose-hulman Alumni, and you will call this QED.
Or in other words, I will be taking four popular songs and rewriting them to chronicle the fun of Finals Week at Rose. The first one drops this Sunday night. Enjoy!
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