Opinion

Accepting Change

By Kyra Pooley It was my first time home since my mom’s diagnosis: the doctors said she had a rare form of stage four appendix cancer. I’d never even heard of that. But it’d spread to just about every other organ in her abdomen, turning…


Kids as Numbers: The Broken Education System

By Ally Wall Crayons scattered all over desks. Scraps of construction paper on the floor like confetti. Tiny puddles of Elmer’s covering the desks waiting to be peeled off. Artwork of all colors hanging on the walls. Laughter spilling from under the door, creativity running…


You Don’t Need This

By Ally Wall I sat on the edge of a dock. Cool spring air floated across the water. The stars twinkled above me and kept my mind from the swirling darkness in my heart. In this moment I forgave myself. For the fists left in…


When bullying goes global

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…


This is a time to be selfless

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…


American Pickers: Our Story

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…


The stigma of help-seeking

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…



Breaking Out of Impostor Syndrome

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…