If she were here four years ago, she would be one of many. Instead, she is one of one. This does not sadden me; she has no choice but to be one of a kind.

Deep in the swamps of SoFLo,

There was a comfy shack.

Its lights shone shamrock green

From front to back.

Unbeknownst to a nerd from Conn,

She was one of many enamored.

All the shack's burgers were already gone;

To grieve, she had to get hammered.

Alas, the high comes down at once

Like the tides of Jupiter and Vero,

But I'm here today to share

About my one and only hero.

Now, something to know about my friend

Is that she'll never be seen unkept.

From head to toe, she razzles down,

Never leaving passerby's with a frown.

With a sleek black leather jacket,

And Brandy branded tops,

She still takes your breath away,

Not with looks, but with her heart.

She will move mountains for you,

If only you should ask.

There is nothing too burdensome for her,

Even the shadiest of tasks.

The air parts as her arms wave,

Blessing viewers from afar.

In not one but two teams she gives her all,

Leaving all our mouths ajar.

Performer by day, coder by night,

She gives the laziest of folks a fright.

Successful she was, and successful she will be.

Annika will always be my special Key.

"Wait, who is FLIPS International? Why are they in the zoom-"

"ITS JAYDEN, and we're NOT INTERNATIONAL!!!"

Anyways... meet Jayden Graham, the true diva of them all. 

Casually alternating between a mixture of explosive, unexpected, and... awkward laughter with the most deathly and sinister glare, he sure plays with your emotions. Don't even get me started on his sass of a five foot tall girl. How to recognize him? Listen for an obnoxious wave of dissonant ringing of bike bells behind you on campus, don't worry, you'll hear it for sure.

But, there's no better candidate who could spontaneously solo a stand up comedy show and win over the crowd's hearts, except if you don't laugh? ur cooked. 💖

You would have thought he had experience in musical theater or something before logs... but nope! you know he has talent when his skills arose from his immersive, rich, creative and professional experience from...

singing in the shower ~ 🎶 ✨ 🧚‍♀️ 

All jokes aside, this youngling is there to help you always, whether he pulls up with the most annoyed expression possible, or with that bright smile stretching across his face, his eagerness to help never changes. He should know that his outgoing nature brings us so much joy ❤️

Whether as the auraful founder of FLIPS (international) or a wonderful and sassy twig sibling, his laugher always carries his bright energy around, and if you happen to lock eyes with his dagger glare... maybe you should lock in.

Joyce

/d͡ʒɔɪs/

noun

1. CS, Econ & Physics Math @ MIT. Regeneron STS. Choate Rosemary Hall. Data Analyst. Researcher - van Dokkum Group. Undergraduate Researcher at the MIT Haystack Observatory.

2. Member of the MIT Logarhythms. Great at singing. Literally the best dancer in the whole world. Genuinely kind and caring. Always lets you know exactly what she’s thinking. Perseveres through deathly sickness to perform. Flawlessly juggles academics, research, singing, dancing, and orchestraing. 

Caution: will make you laugh uncontrollably during rehearsal. Did I mention she’s great at singing? She’s really quite excellent at singing.

pronoun
she/her 

prenoun
Born in the oceans of Colorado (or was it Tennesee?), Joyce “jorse” Liu longed for the life of the MIT LogarRhythm. From dusk till dawn of the twelfth grade she practiced her audition song and Joke until they were second nature. Her voice blessed all that it touched as she made the year-long trek around the Sun to MIT. Climbing under mountains and over clouds, she found herself in front of the long-lost Log, located just North of the Rucbwau Cqotcb. With another year of training, she finally found herself in the Room for her Audition. With the precisely calculated Joke, the LogarRhyThms burst into tearful laughter. She didn’t even need to Sing as she was immediately CalledBack for her transformation into a new Twig. Today, she is immortalized and one with the Log, forever singing to her heart’s content. 

postnoun
“i’m deaaaaddd” 

prepostnoun 
see noun.

Arren Ri. Arr arr arrrrr arrar ri rar arrrrrararar.

All must rise to his greatness. His corduroy pants, Ralph Lauren quarter zips.

Right side, he’s got your back. He’s 10 steps ahead of you. At all times. The Logs don’t know what’s coming for them.

Rumbling sounds. Like the mega bass he is. Shivers down your spine unlike any other. He can go lower than those apple bottom jeans.

Everyone knows when he steps into the room. The aura is too massive, too mighty. With a smile to top it all off.

Never doubt his abilities. He can sing the octave up, maybe even two octaves lower. He’s like a snake, smooth but has a mysterious side. 

Remember, the D is weak without Allen. 

I have run out of rhymes and lines.