Opinion
Henry, A Cartoon by Michael Salsbury
The Shape of Success
Growing up, I was never considered to be a “big” person. I stayed pretty average throughout high school, relying on moderate exercise and a teenaged metabolism that I didn’t appreciate until it was gone. But by my sophomore year of college, I was obese.
Syria crisis demands action
A few months ago, headlines screamed out about Syria. America was furious that the Syrian president was wrongfully mistreating his own citizens and the U.S. was ready to step in. Suddenly, the news died down and switched focus to Russia invading the Ukraine. The news no longer provided adequate coverage and Americans were left in the dark.
Confessions of a modern gamer
It was like being an addict. After playing World of Warcraft for four years, I had made multiple attempts to stop.
Stepping back: gaining perspective on Facebook
On Aug. 1, I elected to take a month off and forgo my duties as a Facebook entertainer. My main goals in doing so were to reset my mind, strengthen my active relationships and impact others by encouraging them to question how social media is affecting their lives.
St. Augustine locals garner support for Israel
By Hannah Bleau | gargoyle@flagler.edu As the tension between Palestine and Israel continues to stir debate among Americans, activist groups are rallying support for both sides. Recently, some St. Augustine locals demonstrated their support for Israel. I was driving past the corner of 312 and Old…
Opt for organic: You might be surprised what you find
By Jordan Puyear | gargoyle@flagler.edu Ah, the good ole days. As a kid, you would be elated, if not shocked, to find a special surprise inside your lunch box. Whether it was a Lunchables, Fruit Roll Up, or, if you were really lucky, Gushers! As…
Putting an end to slut-shaming
Even in 2014, women are still facing the same battles that they’ve always fought–even with their own gender.
Nintendo: New consoles, recycled concepts
By Heather Seidel | gargoyle@flagler.edu There was one burden that plagued me as I walked the halls of Discovery Elementary School. One lingering thought that followed me to the playground up until I climbed into my mother’s 1993 Pontiac Trans Port after school. How will…