Opinion

At the end of Peninsula Avenue

By Deanna Silvey | gargoyle@flagler.edu It was such a great sacrifice, because the ocean was his love. In October of 2005 my father retired from the United States Coast Guard. He said goodbye to 24 years of his life and to his position as Senior…


Skin Deep: Homeopathic remedies for acne

By Dulce Ros | gargoyle@flagler.edu Before I came to college, I thought I was prepared for anything to come my way. Among my arsenal of agendas, laundry kits and zipblock bags, I brought mutiple bottles of the ProActive system. I had been using it regularly throughout high…


Social media detox

By Sarah Glynn | gargoyle@flagler.edu On most mornings I wake up around 8 a.m. to the sound of my alarm, unlock my phone to silence it and open up Snapchat or Instagram. I check up on people I used to be friends with in high school,…


Experiencing true bravery

By Carie Levy | gargoyle@flagler.edu My heart raced as I stood atop the tiny platform attached to a tree 60 feet in the air. I had a bungee chord on and I knew it would catch me and keep me safe. Despite this, however, freely…



Living Simply: Lessons from growing up on a sailboat

By Julie Householder | gargoyle@flagler.edu  My father taught me how to swim with a mask and snorkel before he was able to convince me to ride a bike without training wheels. I learned how to drive a 39-foot sailboat before I learned how to drive a…



First generation college students beat the odds

I cannot remember the exact day or year that I told myself that I would go to college. But for as long as I remember, I applied myself to the fullest in order to reach my goal of graduating high school and getting accepted to college.


Sleep mode: How our phones are keeping us up at night

I’ve always had trouble sleeping. There was always something to keep me up, whether it was a noise outside or just the house settling, my eyes would shoot open and stay that way for most of the night. For the longest time I thought that this affected everyone in the same way. When I was younger it would take me about two hours to be able to relax and drift off into sleep.


Stripping heroes of their rightful honor

In May of 1997, a young police officer was on his first day of the job following training. In the afternoon, he had gotten a call about a suspicious drunk man at a bus terminal. When he arrived to speak with him, the man pulled out a gun and pressed it against the officer’s forehead. In training, the officer had been taught what to do in a situation like this. He could swing his arm around in order to hit the man’s hand away from his head; however, doing so would endanger the young children who stood directly behind him.