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By Katherine Lutz | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Jan. 12, 2013 will mark the 125th anniversary of the opening of the Hotel Ponce de Leon, which is today the centerpiece of Flagler College. The Ponce today houses women’s dorms, the college dining hall and administrative offices. It is also a National Historic Landmark.
By Lindsay Marks | gargoyle@flagler.edu
I was having an intimate conversation with the backside of a light blue phone case. I was competing for attention with someone who wasn’t even in the room. How am I supposed to compete with that? The phone has bright lights, emoticons, vibrant colors and the anticipation of a response. I’m just here, talking.
By Gwendolyn Crowe | gargoyle@flagler.edu
The weather outside was humid and dry as members from the Flagler College Rotaract Club and I piled into the car. We were on the way to a Surfers for Autism event, and I honestly didn’t know what to expect. I heard that it was an amazing and different experience. I was worried that we would have to actually surf. Nonetheless, I was stoked to see what was in store.
By Cassie Colby | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Clearly flustered, 20-year-old Asiah Bennett briefly explains the dress code at her job while simultaneously tossing colorful tops and street wear onto the floor.
By Lindsay Marks | gargoyle@flagler.edu
I’ve been a cashier, waitress, factory rat and a pizza maker. I could not list one job where I wasn’t confronted with the situation where I wonder, “Do I say something?” My male bosses call me beautiful, male employees call me “sweetie,” and there have been a few instances of “Boy, if I was 20 years younger …”
By Lindsay Marks | gargoyle@flagler.edu
The stray kitten whose ribs were showing had been living in the frigid Michigan weather for months. He ignored the food that was in my passenger seat and sat on my lap purring as I took him home.
By Cassie Colby | gargoyle@flagler.edu
When thinking of the Civil Rights movement, images of police dogs and fire hoses mowing people down comes to mind. St. Augustine was once plagued with unimaginable segregation and daily violent outbreaks between whites and blacks.
By Cassie Colby | gargoyle@flagler.edu
“What are you?” is the question I’ve heard the most since coming to St. Augustine. Both black and white people ask me this question. It no longer fazes me, unlike when I first got here. I would wonder, “what are they talking about, ‘what am I?’ What do I look like?”
The Flagler College Heart Walk will take place Sept. 29 at the St. Augustine Beach Pier. All proceeds will benefit the American Heart Association.
Registration begins at 8 a.m. and the 3-mile walk from the pier begins at 9 a.m.
By Jaycob Ammerman | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Growing up in Sweden, Elin Karlsson lived right next to a beautiful golf course.
“My dad used to bring me to that great golf course, and that is where I found out that I really enjoyed playing the game,” Karlsson said.
By Michael Newberger | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Standing in line by the door was the ideal American family. The mom and dad were holding hands, the son was about 11 and talking to his little sister, and she was the kind of redhead girl commercials use to show how “wholesome” a product is. It was nice to see such a portrait of family togetherness in this day and age. Did I mention the cute little girl was holding a snub-nose revolver?
This press release was written for a class project and was selected as a finalist for the Gargoyle’s 2011 Anthology. It is in no way affiliated with or endorsed by Walt Disney World.
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By Brittany Hall | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Dec. 20 is the day that 10-year-old Tyler Youtz has been looking forward to all year. While most fifth graders would consider a birthday or Christmas to be their favorite day of the year, Tyler would rather spend it at Arnold Palmer Hospital for Children, adorned with a Santa hat. As the yellow delivery truck slows to a stop outside of the hospital’s entrance, he steps out of the passenger door to greet dozens of doctors, nurses and volunteers that are ready to help him bring nearly 2,000 toys to young cancer patients.
By Lauren Belcher | CBelcher@flagler.edu
Photo by Lauren Belcher
I missed my best friend’s birthday.
Not because I wasn’t close enough to attend; I’m right down the street. I’m still not sure why I chose to miss her birthday. All I know is: I woke up that morning and decided I couldn’t be there and I needed to spend time alone.
To anyone who knows me, that sounds like a joke. I hate being alone. In fact, I do everything in my power to avoid it (read my earlier piece if you don’t believe me.)
By Lauren Belcher | CBelcher@flagler.edu
Less than a year ago, I went on a journey.
It was five days of intense therapy called Hero’s Journey.
I was told to have someone drop me off at a hotel that was about 15 minutes away from my home in West Palm Beach. Pack five days worth of clothing and leave all electronics at home. No cell phone, no laptop. These days were to be spent with no distractions so you can only spend time with you and your thoughts.
