Opinion

Dealing with tourism discount demands

By Emily Hoover | ehoover@flagler.edu

In an economy where prices are raising and job wages aren’t, tourists are used to getting a discount, and they often do, thanks to AAA, student, Florida resident and military discounts.

But when a place doesn’t offer these discounts, what makes people act like its a personal attack? Just because they’ve slapped on enough sunscreen to protect half the state of Florida from the perils of ultraviolent rays and they are still sunburned, they think everyone who is selling goods or services is going to do them a favor and take 10 percent off their purchase. Perhaps even get them in free just for stimulating the local economy.


Everyone deserves birthday presents

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.


The wall: a division between two humans

By Phil Grech | gargoyle@flagler.edu

The day before Easter this year, I ran into an engaged couple I know. The groom-to-be is an attorney (eerily similar to Patrick Bateman) and the bride-to-be, well, she defines her existence by the size of her engagement ring.

I did not say hi to them because the last three times I saw them, they pretended to not see me, so on this occasion, I acknowledged their existence, then got on with life, waiting to order a medium coffee at Starbucks–a local Starbucks that does not correct you, saying, “You mean grande? This particular day, however, this couple decided to break their habit of ignoring me.


Country girl, city girl

By Mari Pothier | gargoyle@flagler.edu

I still remember the day my mom and dad told me we were moving to Brooksville. I thought to myself, “Brooksville? Why Brooksville? There is nothing there.” After having lived in Tampa for five years the thought of moving to a rural community was a weird blend of nerves and curiosity. Everyone says that people who live in the “country” are nice folks who make an honest living and I thought, well, it should be nice living among the kind hearted country souls of Brooksville. At least that was what I was banking on, but of course I was wrong…very wrong.




Standing Strong

By Tiffanie Reynolds | gargoyle@flagler.edu

With his hands around my neck, I looked up at the man standing in front of me, and for a split second I didn’t know what to do. Running through the list of moves I just learned, I sandwiched my hands against his palm and shoved his arms off of me to the applause of the other women in my group. “Good job,” he said, before walking over to the woman standing next to me and testing her with another move.

Outside of the Virginia Room, it was a scenario that I always carried in the back of my mind but assumed would never happen. I would like to think I could defend myself, but barely reaching five feet I knew it was unlikely.


Is sleeping with your pet really dangerous?

By Amber James | gargoyle@flagler.edu

They lounge in your favorite chair. They track muddy footprints on the freshly cleaned floor. They even steal your food right off the table if you don’t watch them. And all they leave behind as payment for your love and hospitality is fur on your black clothes.

They’re pets. And Americans love them.


True Football Fantasy?

By Kylynn Pelkey | gargoyle@flagler.edu
“True fantasy football.” I discovered this little pay-per-view prize while watching TV with my boyfriend several nights ago. A half-hearted grunt of excitement from his side of the couch encouraged me to glance toward the television when I saw a sight that not only surprised me, but shocked me. Lingerie football. How had I never heard of this before? My appalled expression matched my boyfriend’s appreciative one.