To some, the Oracle is the way you get your news.
To others, it’s a means of measuring popularity. Some use the Oracle for last-minute birthday gift-wrapping or as a hasty coaster for a dripping cup of coffee. And still others (the majority, I suspect) politely receive the Oracle from my staff every other Friday following chapel, browse through for interesting pictures and promptly discard it in the Deli or Hava Java.
To me, the Oracle is much more than an ongoing school project or a means to attain skills that make me a marketable hire. It’s more than the temporary thrill of seeing my name at the top of the masthead.
It’s cliché, but it’s true: the Oracle is my family. I’ve made inimitable relationships with my coworkers. It’s the thing I’ll miss most about ORU when I graduate in a few weeks.