Jiaqi Yin, senior, is a writer who loves nearly everything about humanities: literature, philosophy, history, and linguistics. She loves to read and collect weird tales and anecdotes—sometimes she even writes some of her own. Her favorite writing style is creative or narrative writing. She loves learning languages as well, because to her they are beautiful symbols, each with their own glamour and magical means to reveal a great mind.
More of Jiaqi Yin’s Work:
- Just A Senior’s Mumble - The news flooded in. First, it was a text message that leaked the gist of the email which was supposed to arrive that very evening: remote learning for the remnant …
- Dinner - 1. Dusk. Static House. SUBTITLE: Jazz playing in low pitch. 2. He crops up on his elbow, rubs his eyes and yawns silently. The delicate lamp …
- Sister - The letter came on a fine Saturday morning, while I was having a meager breakfast as usual–a bowl of plain porridge with perfectly nothing else. Joe casually dropped the letter …
- OLu Club Exclusive - Earthhood: To Trace Our Story of Earth Protection Earthhood is an environmental club that was co-founded by seniors Yushuo Ding and Jocelyn Li at Orange Lutheran during their sophomore year. …
- Fight for Freedom, Stand with Hong Kong Rioters: A Starting Guide Before You Read About Hong Kong - If I were to provide a thorough context of the protests and demonstrations that have been going on rampantly for over eight months now in Hong Kong, it would be …
- Education In A Phonograph - This is education. The monotonous voice of the instructor, reciting the unfailing and lifeless material which it has repeated in the same fashion over the tedious years. It is a …
- Bowers Museum Review - The first impression is the hollow and spacious hall, with a few distinct exhibitions of sculptures and artifacts scattered around, yet surprisingly it created a sense of harmony and was …
- Dear Brandon, // Appalachia - Dear Brandon, I met you on a Thursday. My eyes fell on you the minute the wind thrust me through that glass door, probably because you were the only one …
- Sonnet 2 - Thou hath darkest eyes taken from the night, They drink me like moonless blue of July. I fancy thee nigh, though it doth me fright: ‘tween the waves of nectarous …
