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Opinion November 10, 2011

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.

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Opinion October 26, 2011

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.

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Opinion October 26, 2011

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.

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Opinion October 21, 2011

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.

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Opinion October 14, 2011

Shelter animals: companions for life

By Mari Pothier | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Photo by Mari Pothier

The first time I saw Toby he was curled up on a green towel in a metal pen, outside of Petco.

He was part of an animal rescue organization called Paw Safe in Tampa. I really didn’t bother with the little terrier mutt, who had brown, wiry fur and was nothing more than skin and bones, because a howling beagle who was his cage mate stole my attention. I was 13-years-old and my family had no intention of getting a dog anytime soon. So little did I know that the little terrier scruff, lying sadly on a towel would become one of my greatest pals.