By Jared Olson Even today, ten years later, the wounds from those days remain fresh my mind: a haze in the locker room, noxious fumes of body spray, the heavy metal clattering of doors slamming shut. The nightmare began after P.E. one afternoon. We were…
By Lauren Piskothy At the time I’m writing this, I would have been with my boyfriend in England. In May, my friends and family were supposed to watch me walk across a stage and receive my college diploma. Instead, I have been self-quarantining with my…
By Ally Wall It was a dusty wonderland. Tractor trailer after tractor trailer, barn after barn, all filled to the brim with historical treasures. Most would gaze upon the mountains of mystery at my great- grandfather’s home and claim it was all trash. But for…
By Casey Niebuhr | gargoyle@flagler.edu About a year ago, I was standing at a landing with a guy I had considerable feelings for, arguing about our relationship. In this gross back-and-forth of ad hominem attacks, he looked at me with a concerned face and said…
By Erin Brady | gargoyle@flagler.edu This might just be a personal preference of mine, but I enjoy going to the movies when the weather is bad. You know, rainy and windy weather. To me, a quiet and empty theater just adds to the atmosphere of moviegoing….
By Lauren Piskothy | gargoyle@flagler.edu My stomach was turned inside out. As I sat in the cozy theater at the St. Augustine Film Festival, watching myself on the screen, performing in a comedy sketch show I spent months on end stressing about and perfecting, the room…
Calais Campbell belongs in the Jaguars Ring of Honor after he hangs up his cleats.
I never understood the annual month-long craze of the ‘new year, new me’ trend. Every January, millions of people tell themselves they’re going to turn over a new leaf and make a better life for themselves: they’re going to go to the gym again, they’re…
By Lauren Piskothy | gargoyle@flagler.edu Over analyze, over correct, over prepare, rinse and repeat. That is the standard I hold myself to and yet I still feel timid when I walk into a room where I’m expected to direct a scene I’ve written and dreamt…
By Maiya Mahoney | gargoyle@flagler.edu Waking up in the hot, sweltering Tennessee sun, my sleeping bag clung to my sweat-drenched skin. Rolling over to check the time, I realize my phone was dead. At first, I panicked. It was only day three of the Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival and…