Looking back: my last semester at Flagler
As graduation approaches, waves of emotions crash over me as I reflect on my past four years here at Flagler.
Opinion
Breaking down the last barrier in sports
By Brian Schaffnit | gargoyle@flagler.edu Sports have meanings that go beyond the playing field. The world just witnessed the closing ceremony at the Winter Olympics which is a celebration of the cultural melting pot that is our world with the common bond of competition at…
The friendship between Buddha and Allah
By Cassie Colby | gargoyle@flagler.edu I live in a world where I am surrounded by western religions and relics: crosses, “I love Jesus” t-shirts and paintings of well-fed baby angels. In the end, all of that is fine with me, since a huge pet-peeve of…
Looking for fairness in gay rights
I walked through the doors of Tampa General Hospital, and began looking for my dad.
Racism is not a thing of the past
Reading chapters about racism towards blacks in American history textbooks, I thank God that I did not live in an era in which the worst occurred.
Hate must end with Fred Phelps’ death
After Fred Phelps, the founder of Westboro Baptist Church, died on March 19, the immediate temptation was to respond to the death of a man who represented so much hate with hostility.
Pressure of Perfection: Overcoming Self-Harm and Stress
According to a recent Institute of Mental Health study, more than six percent of college students reported seriously considering suicide, with one percent of students reporting a suicide attempt in the previous year.
Ban Bossy: PC Police Strike Again
By Hannah Bleau | gargoyle@flagler.edu The list of words we’re no longer allowed to say is growing at an exceptional rate. The newest one? Bossy. The front page of the “Ban Bossy” website says, “When a little boy asserts himself, he’s called a ‘leader.’ Yet…
The generational blues
I may be a 60-year-old woman in a 20-year-old’s body. I am an avid coffee drinker and almost always in my pajamas by 6 p.m. Sometimes, I read for fun. I never miss my favorite shows on talk radio, and frequently make hot chocolate chip cookies for my sisters just for fun. Seriously, being a grandma is pretty great.
Worth no more than the grade
After years and years of doing average and barely passing, I’ve developed a low expectation for my grades in mathematics. What does that say about me? I’ve basically given up on myself when it comes to that subject because I know I’ll never be great at it? How pathetic is that … but it’s true.