By Victoria Hardina | gargoyle@flagler.edu
In one week I will be a senior at Flagler College. To be specific, I will be 18 and a senior at Flagler College. Usually I get mixed reactions when I tell people this. Most are surprised, many are in awe, but lately the response I get the most is ‘you are crazy!’
I’m starting to think they’re right.
By Michael Newberger | gargoyle@flagler.edu
The world is in flames! Muslim extremists are going to use the popular uprisings to spread their doctrine and institute Sharia law in the US and Europe so your daughter will have to wear a burka to prom! The vast right-wing conspiracy run by the ominous Koch brothers are planning to take all the unions away!
By Jacqueline Dautel | gargoyle@flagler.edu
I thought it was grand. I was 19 with the house all to myself for weeks at a time. We had a loaded liquor cabinet, which didn’t stay loaded for long, a pool and spacious patio well suited for “small get-togethers” with my friends.
By Eric Albury | gargoyle@flagler.edu
How often do you pass a smelly, dirty and clothes-tattered homeless man and wonder about anything else other than how he ended up on the streets or how he gets his food every day? Do you ever wonder about something more human to the rest of us? Perhaps his athletic abilities?
By Mari Pothier | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Walking through the beautiful Flagler College rotunda I was on a mission: I was not going to move out of anybody’s way. While I was walking briskly with my head held high I spotted a tourist. He was an old man with a light blue sweat shirt and navy blue baseball cap walking right into my path. I braced myself for contact but at the last minute he saw me and in a startled manner jumped back out of my way.
I did it! I didn’t move.
By Caroline Young | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Flashback to 10 years ago — I was 12 and succumbing to preteen ignorance. I constantly purchased and read articles about how to, basically, have a boyfriend — as if I really needed a boyfriend at 12-years-old. “How to get him to fall head over heels,” “What does his posture mean about his feelings?” and “How to flirt with your hottie” are the titles of some articles I remember trashing my brain with.
By Caroline Young | gargoyle@flagler.edu
It was the only time in my life I actually thought I wanted to die. I crawled from the bottom bunk in my tiny Georgetown dorm I was sharing with another girl for two months last summer. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed the one person I call when I do not know what to do – my mother.
By Jason Bell | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Without even thinking, I pick up a Monster Energy drink to do homework or even before I go out for the night. Much like sleeping, it’s almost a necessity to life. With school work and a social life to upkeep, energy drinks have become a regular staple in my diet. As I look on the side of the can it reads, “Tear into a can of the meanest energy supplement on the planet, MONSTER energy.” This makes me think “What the heck am I putting into my body?”
By Emily Hoover | ehoover@flagler.edu Photos by Rob Heinrich We headed west, my boyfriend Rob and I. Southwest to be exact. We meant to head back to Winter Park after enjoying the capitalist decadence that is the nightlife in downtown Disney, but some indescribable force…
By Eliza Jordan | gargoyle@flagler.edu
A Department of Corrections number of V02152 separated my mommy, an inmate, from a free woman for 14 long years as I grew up and apart from her.
You see, this meant that Easter, Christmas, Thanksgiving and many other holidays were spent together behind bars. And the things that we could not do behind bars, such as my first bike ride, birthday parties, my first play, or any of my athletic events, were almost just wasted stories for her to hear about. She had to miss out on watching me grow, meeting my friends, helping me through hard times and giving me advice that I knew I could trust.