Vanad head avastused

Leidsin just ühe vana weekly reflection'i, mis pidi olema viimane ja seega eriline. Lugesin-laulsin selle nüüd, pärast inglise kirjanduse eksamit läbi ja päris lõbus oli. Millegi üle võin isegi uhke olla. See laul ja peer evaluation of modernism final paper. Laulge siis ikka kaasa!

To be sung according to the melody of "Kui sul tuju hea, siis käsi kokku löö" and now all together:

Now that modernism’s ended, we will chill.
If our brains cannot be mended, we will chill.
And if Paff is getting rowdy

Like we’re terrorists of Saudi
And the lessons are quite bawdy,
WE will chill.

Though postmodernism’s growing, we will chill.
And though fragmantism’s showing, we will chill.
If our lessonwork ain’t smokin'
We don't care cause were just jokin'
Although some of us are croakin',
WE will chill.

Even if we have no allies, we will chill.
From our birth up to our demise, we will chill.
So to hell with the reflections
Following our own directions
No more ones from his inspections,
WE will chill.

While the weather’s slowly warming, we will chill.
Sleepily on Friday morning, we will chill.
Though our intellect is growing
Some things we prefer not knowing
(Though our papers soon need showing),
WE will chill.

Unlike Kafka, Joyce and Rushdie, we will chill,
Even though it’s mad – it must be, we will chill.
We will soon be charged with treason
Cause it's a postmodern season
But even if we have no reason,
WE will chill.