THE
      CADRE
     
     
      Find
      out
      who
      survives.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      After
      the
      issue
      with
      the
      ad
      came
      out,
      people
      began
      to
      ask
     
     
      questions.
      Who
      was
      Coolbreeze?
      Why
      was
      he
      going
      to
      dine
      with
      the
     
     
      President?
      We
      gave
      the
      answer
      to
      those
      who
      asked.
      The
      rest
      were
     
     
      left
      puzzled.
     
    

    
     
      The
      next
      week,
      I
      made
      a
      new
      ad,
      this
      time
      diverting
      the
     
     
      attention
      away
      from
      the
      President.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      GUESS
      WHO'S
      COMING
      TO
      DINNER?
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Again,
      more
      questions
      were
      asked.
      Those
      who
      had
      asked
     
     
      before
      laughed.
      It
      was
      working.
     
    

    
     
      At
      this
      point,
      there
      was
      one
      more
      issue
      left
      before
      October
     
     
      7
      and
      |
      had
      run
      out
      of
      ideas.
      It
      was
      Mare
      who
      came
      up
      with
      the
      next
     
     
      idea,
      either
      in
      a
      dream
      or
      in
      the
      shower
      (I
      forget
      which):
      The
      Last
     
     
      Supper.
      It
      was
      a
      little
      daring,
      to
      say
      the
      least,
      to
      put
      the
      President’s
     
     
      head
      on
      Jesus
      Christ’s
      body
      in
      DaVinci’s
      famous
      painting.
      After
      all,
     
     
      the
      other
      advertisements
      were
      a
      lot
      more
      abstract
      for
      the
      average
     
     
      reader.
      This
      one
      would
      be
      a
      lot
      more
      obvious
      than
      anything
      we
      had
     
     
      done
      before
      and
      it
      was
      potentially
      blasphemous.
      We
      also
      constdered
     
     
      what
      the
      President
      might
      think
      about
      us
      doing
      such
      a
      thing.
      And
     
     
      then
      I
      made
      it.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      By
      the
      time
      the
      issue
      hit
      the
      stands,
      it
      was
      three
      days
      before
     
     
      the
      dinner.
      It
      was
      time
      to
      prepare.
      For
      a
      few
      weeks,
      we
      had
      been
     
     
      planning
      everything
      that
      we
      would
      do
      on
      the
      day
      of
      the
      dinner.
      Kent
     
     
      wanted
      to
      send
      a
      cameraman
      to
      photograph
      every
      moment.
      The
      four
     
     
      of
      us
      wanted
      to
      dress
      up
      in
      the
      worst
      suits
      we
      could
      find
      and
      so,
      on
     
     
      the
      day
      before
      the
      dinner,
      we
      went
      to
      Value
      Village.
      We
      found
      some
     
     
      really
      nasty-looking
      suits,
      but
      they
      all
      cost
      over
      thirty
      dollars,
      which
     
     
      is
      a
      lot
      of
      money
      for
      one
      dinner
      and
      so
      we
      left
      the
      store
      and
      agreed
     
     
      to
      dress
      up
      in
      our
      own
      clothes.
     
    

    
     
      That
      same
      day,
      just
      after
      we
      left
      the
      store,
      Stephan
      and
      I
      had
     
     
      to
      hurry
      back
      to
      the
      university
      in
      order
      to
      attend
      the
      information
      ses-
     
     
      sion
      for
      student
      council
      nominees.
      We
      had
      just
      nominated
      ourselves
     
     
      to
      be
      arts
      representatives
      and
      we
      did
      not
      want
      to
      be
      late.
     
    

    
     
      We
      arrived
      at
      the
      university
      exactly
      when
      the
      meeting
      was
     
     
      supposed
      to
      start.
      As
      soon
      as
      I
      parked
      my
      car,
      Stephan
      and
      I
      got
      out
     
     
      and
      ran
      to
      the
      Barn.
      As
      we
      ran,
      Stephan
      ran
      with
      his
      video
      camera
     
     
      clutched
      carefully
      to
      his
      chest
      so
      that
      he
      would
      not
      drop
      it.
     
    

    
     
      We
      were
      the
      last
      people
      to
      arrive
      for
      the
      meeting,
      but
      it
      was
     
     
      just
      before
      the
      Chief
      Returning
      Officer
      called
      our
      names.
      I
      took
      the
     
     
      video
      camera
      from
      Stephan
      and
      turned
      it
      on
      and
      recorded
      almost
     
     
      every
      moment
      of
      the
      meeting,
      despite
      protests
      from
      the
      Student
     
     
      Union
      President.
     
    

    
     
      What
      she
      did
      not
      understand
      was
      that
      I
      had
      recently
      begun
     
     
      making
      a
      documentary
      about
      UPEI
      and
      that
      I
      needed
      to
      record
      this
     
     
      moment
      to
      show
      the
      early
      moments
      in
      my
      rise
      to
      power.
      I
      had
      decid-
     
     
      ed
      to
      make
      a
      documentary
      a
      few
      days
      earlier
      because
      of
      all
      the
     
     
      events
      that
      were
      happening
      around
      that
      time;
      namely,
      the
      student
     
     
      council
      elections,
      the
      concert
      that
      The
      Cadre
      was
      organizing,
      and
     
     
      our
      dinner
      with
      the
      President.
     
    

    
     
      I
      wanted
      to
      capture
      on
      video
      every
      moment
      of
      the
      next
      few
     
     
      years
      at
      UPEI,
      including
      our
      dinner
      with
      President.
      At
      the
      end
      of
      the
     
     
      two
      years,
      I
      would
      have
      an
      entire
      movie
      that
      would
      hopefully
     
     
      describe
      what
      it
      is
      like
      to
      be
      a
      student
      at
      UPEI.
      I
      was
      so
      ambitious
     
     
      about
      the
      documentary
      that
      I
      wanted
      to
      ask
      the
      President
      if
      he
      could
     
     
      help
      fund
      it.
     
    

    
     
      One
      more
      sleep.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Il.
      The
      Dinner.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      On
      the
      day
      of
      the
      dinner,
      I
      picked
      Ryan
      up
      at
      his
      house
      at
     
     
      5:00
      PM.
      We
      were
      supposed
      to
      arrive
      at
      the
      President’s
      house
      at
     
     
      6:15,
      just
      in
      time
      to
      see
      the
      sunset,
      the
      President
      had
      told
      us
      in
      his
     
     
      e-mails.
      Before
      that,
      however,
      we
      were
      going
      to
      buy
      gifts.
     
    

    
     
      Ryan
      already
      had
      his
      gift.
      When
      he
      jumped
      in
      my
      car,
      he
     
     
      showed
      me
      the
      small
      jar
      of
      mustard
      pickles
      that
      he
      was
      going
      to
      give
     
     
      to
      Wade.
      I
      thought
      the
      jar
      was
      a
      little
      too
      small
      to
      give
      to
      the
     
     
      President
      and
      told
      Ryan,
      but
      he
      seemed
      to
      think
      the
      jar
      was
      ample.
     
    

    
     
      During
      the
      drive
      from
      Cornwall
      to
      Charlottetown,
      Ryan
      told
     
     
      me
      that
      he
      had
      just
      been
      speaking
      to
      Stephan
      a
      few
      moments
      before.
     
     
      Ryan
      said
      that
      Stephan
      was
      at
      the
      Cadre
      office
      handling
      some
      last
     
     
      minute
      affairs.
      We
      were
      going
      to
      meet
      at
      Stephan’s
      house
      before
      we