By Katy Stang | gargoyle@flagler.edu
I remember the day my mother came home furious, with my sister in tow. I had never seen her that mad, and after sending both my sister and me to our room, I found out why. My sister had been caught shoplifting. The manager at the supermarket had told my mom that if she had not been with my sister, she would have been arrested.
However, what piqued my interest was what she was caught trying to steal: ex-lax.
By Katie Enright | gargoyle@flagler.edu
I was in my sophomore year of high school when my sister called me from her dorm room at the University of Iowa to tell me she had fallen in love. I was so happy for her, I asked all the questions you ask someone about their significant other.
By Kristyn Pankiw | gargoyle@flagler.edu
It’s nice having such a small campus as Flagler College. Everything is located within a block’s radius, which makes going to class, visiting the library and picking up food when you’re on campus convenient and easy. Whether you live in Lewis, Cedar, or Ponce, you’ve basically got it made.
By Mari Pothier | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Former House Speaker Newt Gingrich seems to be playing that typical political game of do as I say not as I do.
Despite the fact that he has been married three times, Gingrich is pursuing a possible run for the 2012 Republican presidential nomination as a social conservative. But wait a minute. Aren’t social conservatives supposed to represent fundamental Christian values, one being the sanctity of marriage?
But good old Gingrich still thinks he is the man for the job.
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 Victoria Hardina | gargoyle@flagler.edu
I am not an aggressive person. I rarely raise my voice, and when I do, it is usually out of excitement, not anger. There is one thing that will light me on fire, though … smokers.
With the music blaring and windows down, I was speeding along I-4 last Sunday afternoon. I was in very high spirits after spending the weekend with my family. Weaving through traffic, my eye caught a blue minivan.
By Lauren Belcher | CBelcher@flagler.edu
Webster’s dictionary defines a void as: not occupied; vacant; not inhabited; deserted; containing nothing. That sounds about right.
I define a void as: sadness; depression; loneliness; fear; defeat.
For as long as I can remember, I have tried to fill the void. I’m always trying to keep myself distracted so I won’t feel like I’m alone.