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Bippity boppity adieu: a bittersweet goodbye

November 18, 2016 12:00 pm by: Category: Editorial Comments Off on Bippity boppity adieu: a bittersweet goodbye A+ / A-

The show is over and the curtains are closing for the December graduates. We aren’t quite done yet. There is the building anticipation of graduation. Finals, unwritten articles, due dates looming around the corner. For me, the “senioritis” continues to build.

Even now, as I sit writing my last article for the Oracle, I’m suddenly aware of the short amount of time I have left at ORU. Soon, I’ll be saying goodbye to my second home. It’s a strange feeling.

I don’t think I’ll miss the late production nights of editing, creating headlines and photo captions. I don’t even think I’ll miss the labyrinth that we call the LRC. I know I won’t miss the Canada geese.

But I know I’ll miss the people. I’ll miss the professors who saw something in me when I couldn’t see it in myself. I’ll miss the Oracle staff for bringing me on board and letting me be a part of their little “Ohana.” With their help, I have been formed into the journalist I am now.

A saying comes to mind: “how lucky I am to have something which makes saying goodbye so hard.”

I’m taking more with me than classroom lessons. Nothing material, not an article in the Oracle, not a pen on the desk, not crumpled up sticky notes, but something indefinable, belief in myself.

Changing to journalism has been the greatest gift to me. C.S. Lewis accurately describe my time here when he said, “Experience is the most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God, do you learn.”

I am different, changed in some infinitesimal way. I can never quite be the same again, and I am so grateful. So here I am as a convergence journalism major, writing my final article and listening to Christmas music while surrounded by staff members who deserve so much thanks.

This is me. A girl who was told in high school by an English teacher that she couldn’t write. A girl who believed the labels put on her. A girl who has now been told by her college professors that she is ready to write professionally.

If I can leave any advice from my time here—don’t believe the labels. So, here I am, the current features editor of the Oracle who is thankful for every experience, piece of advice, and life lesson this staff, the professors and students have put into me. We’re all stories in the end. I think I’m making mine a good one.

So, thank you. I truly am lucky to be a part of something which makes saying goodbye so hard.

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