Opinion


Get out of my way!

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.


This is not real life: Magazines publish ridiculous relationship advice

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.


We Are Never Truly Alone

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.


The world of energy drinks

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?”



Everyone’s got a story to tell

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.


Looks to die for

By Victoria Hardina | gargoyle@flagler.edu

Growing up with Florida summers is the best. If lucky, the days are spent lying outside and absorbing the warmth of the sun, and our only worries were whether or not a cloud will come and block the fabulous rays. But as a friend of mine found out, if you’re not careful, your days are spent in a hospital having surgery to remove the effects of the deathly rays.


Alzheimer’s awareness vital for understanding and compassion

By Mari Pothier | gargoyle@flagler.edu

Walking into the Alzheimer’s ward my eyes immediately began to fill up with tears. I tried to contain the drops that dripped from my eyes because I didn’t want to make my grandfather sad. Blinded by the tears I was holding back I struggled to see as we walked down the hall. But then I saw my grandmother wandering aimlessly towards us. She looked at my mother, grandfather and I but continued to walk past. It was then I lost control, she didn’t remember us anymore.


Nipplegate 2011

By Courtney Reynolds | gargoyle@flagler.edu After the “Nipplegate” scandal about the Rep. Chris Lee — the married congressman from upstate New York who resigned from because of a shirtless photo he allegedly submitted to Craigslist for a dating ad — we as Americans have to ask…