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By Joshua Santos | gargoyle@flagler.edu
The Student Government Association meets every Tuesday at 9 PM in the Koger-Gamache Theater in the Ringhaver Student Center.
Club Considerations:
• The Chess Club, led by Junior Evan Gardiner, was unanimously approved after a short deliberation. The special interest club aims to teach beginners while providing a place for experienced players to enjoy a nice game of chess.
By Gena Anderson | ganderson@flagler.edu
It was only a few laps into the hobby feature. My brother was in the far right turn of the track and another car’s nose collided into him. The section our family sat in was entirely on their feet trying to see clearly through the dust of the red clay.
In later years the crowd would grow love him nearly as much as we did and would rise with us, but this was early in his racing career when we alone where his cheerleaders.
By Gena Anderson | ganderson@flagler.edu
This past May, I drove six hours to go home to visit my friend for his twenty second birthday. Or rather, visit his grave.
Troy died on Oct. 13, 2008 in a motorcycle accident. On our way to his funeral, me and my best friend got lost. On our way to visit his grave, the same thing happened.
Everyone knows where Troy is buried, but none of us know how to get there. I cried on the way there to his funeral because I was afraid we were going to miss it. I wanted to cry on my way to visit, this time, because I felt that same sense of defeat.
By Eliza Jordan | ejordan@flagler.edu
Ryan Souder, 24, is most creative before his head hits the pillow, and this is only a plus to St. Augustine’s local band, Loyal Sidekick.
Born and raised in Charlottesville, Va., Souder spent most of his childhood outdoors. But this active lifestyle never stopped his drive at the age of 12 to start playing guitar.
“I’ve always wanted to be a musician,” said Souder, after explaining that he originally was influenced by the band Korn, but is now mostly inspired by older bands such as Aerosmith, Lynrd Skynrd, and the technical prowess of Coheed and Cambria.
By Eliza Jordan | ejordan@flagler.edu
Nothing.
I huffed and puffed about yet another thing bugging me.
I checked again: still nothing.
Odds and ends like condiments, pickles and chocolate syrup filled my fridge. I needed to go to the grocery store, but creating the grocery list and executing it would have taken more time than I had set aside for.
By Eliza Jordan | gargoyle@flagler.edu
The Suwannee Park air was thick with a festival fog as people made their way through the muggy campsites. Bustles of festival-goers traveled in lit-up packs, decked out in glow sticks and head-dresses, gravitating toward the music of their choice. Whichever tune drew you near, you went. Whichever stage you felt like sitting at, dancing at, being apart of, you went.
By Gena Anderson | ganderson@flagler.edu
Depression. The word itself has this impenetrable weight to it. Depression is something that happens to you, but we don’t look at it that way do we?
Depressed. We see it as an adjective. Mary Lou doesn’t “have depression;” she “is depressed.” By seeing it that way we remove the right of the afflicted to be afflicted, at least– I always did.
By Gena Anderson | ganderson@flagler.edu
It was a late July night when the sound of my vibrating phone on my nightstand woke me from my sleep. The bright glow of the LCD screen burned my retinas as I squinted to read that I had a message from Facebook. Ren Anderson would like to be your friend on Facebook. I set the phone down ignoring this person I assumed was probably from high school and fell peacefully back into my slumber.
By Gena Anderson | gargoyle@flagler.edu
For two weeks after 9/11 I slept under my small wooden desk. I was 10 years old wrapped up in a Lion King sleeping bag, listening to a conservative news radio show on my blue boom box.
We all remember where we were when we found out, some more vividly than others. I was in my fifth grade gifted classroom. But the most vivid thing in my mind is sleeping on the floor with my radio.
By Eliza Jordan | gargoyle@flagler.edu
My foot was heavy on the gas pedal as I complained about the cost of heart-worm medicine. Why though? So stupid and selfish — this medicine allows my dog to live.
I thumped my fingers one by one to the beat of the melodies blaring from my car. I drifted back onto US1 as the craving of caffeine crept up on me. Coffee coffee coffee.
By Gena Anderson | ganderson@flagler.edu
No one will believe for a second that your bong is a vase, so don’t even try pulling that one.
Every year new freshman come in and have to deal with the adjustment from high school to college. The following is a list I’ve complied to hopefully make the transition easier as well as help you avoid some common mistakes:
Made it to the Top 20 in the 2011 SIFE National Exposition! We will be presenting again on Thursday at 11:05 a.m. The awards ceremony was a lot of fun. Our treasurer, Estefania Mones, received …
The team practicing the presentation in our hotel.
We safely arrived in Minneapolis, MN! We have been enjoying the wonderful food options in the city and the cool weather. We travel around indoors through skyways or …
The 21st century has a Woodstock that isn’t named “Woodstock” — its name is “Wanee.”
The spirit of Suwannee park was thick and moist in the air — a stale smell of home clung to Wanee Music Festival’s grounds as I took a deep breath and watched everyone pass me by on their own time and in their own mind.
By Lauren Belcher | cbelcher@flagler.edu
Webster’s dictionary defines a void as: not occupied; vacant; not inhabited; deserted; containing nothing. That sounds about right.
I define a void as: sadness; depression; loneliness; fear; defeat.
For as long as I can remember, I have tried to fill the void. I’m always trying to keep myself distracted so I won’t feel like I’m alone.
It starts when I go home. I check Facebook and I have no new notifications. I check my e-mail and see that no one needs me for anything.
My homework is complete, my house is tidy…The panic sets in.
