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 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 Eliza Jordan I shook his hand and looked into his eyes. Deep, cloudy colors stared back at me. He smiled a simple smile and showed me how many teeth he had left. None were in the middle of his mouth. I stepped back to get a better…
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 Phil Grech | gargoyle@flagler.edu
I met a friend for lunch in Orlando just outside of downtown at a small restaurant. It was a great place for a sandwich she told me, so I was a bit excited to eat there, especially on a bright, sunny, cool, fall day. I met my friends outside then walked inside to the counter where a checklist of order instructions hung beside the counter.
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?”
By Joshua Santos | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Being a broke college student, I get by on the little things in life.
Living in St. Augustine, it’s easy to walk around on a full stomach for free. It’s become such an integral part of my weekly routine that I have worked my schedule around the times I can go consume large amounts of free food at multiple establishments.
By Hannah Bleau | gargoyle@flagler.edu
I’m a young conservative woman. I know I’m in the minority. But it breaks my heart when I hear the “War on Women” rhetoric because none of it is remotely true. I care deeply about my own gender, and it rubs me the wrong way when I hear women on the other side call conservative women idiots.
By Phil Grech | gargoyle@flagler.edu
I jokingly told my Gargoyle advisor that I have senioritis while inquiring as to what symptoms lead to such a diagnosis. He responded: “Can someone your age have senioritis?”