Emily Yin, News Editor
Heya, happy to find you perusing the Viking Logue!
My name’s Emily. I think in English, but occasionally dream in a scrappy Mandarin. I smile when the lunch ladies serve popper bowl. I cry when recyclables are thrown in the trash. I heart bubble tea, admire the number e, advocate the serial comma (bah, journalistic style), and can’t imagine going off to college next year.
Having sold my soul to music, I spend most of my time outside of Fremd with violin in hand. Along with that, I’m a Spoons con artist, relapsed math-lover (math class is hard, as Barbie once said), and of course, one of the older kids on the block that is Logue. If you’re ever around the the Logue office and hear a blend of Iggy Azalea and hyperactive printers, stop by and say hello! We’d love to have you. Don’t count on getting food though; the stash is reserved for Loguers unless you whip out a melting puppy face, which in that case you are banishèd.
Since you’ve finished reading this, now you know a lot more about me than I know about you. This means you are obligated stop by Logue so we can get even. Or send me an email, because I get unreasonably excited for emails that aren’t slightly stalkerish college ads.
