THE
      LOST
      SUPPER
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      It
      was
      an
      impossible
      task
      to
      say
      the
      least.
      Writing
      about
      it,
     
     
      that
      is.
      We
      promoted
      it
      to
      death.
      For
      three
      consecutive
      issues,
      we
     
     
      made
      up
      advertisements
      that
      only
      we
      could
      understand
      and
      put
      them
     
     
      in
      The
      Cadre.
      We
      even
      went
      so
      far
      as
      to
      put
      his
      head
      on
      the
      body
      of
     
     
      Christ
      in
      The
      Last
      Supper,
      and
      our
      heads
      on
      the
      bodies
      of
      four
      of
      his
     
     
      disciples.
      Those
      people
      who
      asked
      about
      the
      ads
      expected
      an
      article,
     
     
      but
      we
      couldn’t
      summon
      the
      courage
      to
      write
      one.
      Until
      now.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I.
      The
      Banquet
     
    
   
   
    
     
      A
      few
      weeks
      ago,
      as
      the
      days
      began
      to
      grow
      colder,
      I
      decid-
     
     
      ed
      to
      start
      wearing
      my
      winter
      coat
      again.
      I
      did
      not
      remember
      where
     
     
      I
      had
      stored
      it
      for
      the
      summer,
      so
      I
      went
      around
      the
      house
      and
     
     
      searched
      every
      closet.
      I
      finally
      found
      it
      in
      the
      closet
      in
      the
      spare
      bed-
     
     
      room.
      It
      was
      on
      the
      floor,
      buried
      underneath
      the
      suitcase
      that
      m
     
     
      mother
      had
      used
      for
      her
      trip
      to
      Las
      Vegas.
     
    

    
     
      I
      freed
      the
      coat
      from
      where
      it
      had
      been
      hiding
      for
      six
     
     
      months
      and
      tried
      to
      smooth
      out
      the
      wrinkles
      that
      it
      had
      accumulat-
     
     
      ed.
      I
      took
      the
      coat
      back
      to
      my
      bedroom
      and
      heard
      the
      jingling
      of
     
     
      coins
      in
      the
      pockets.
      When
      I
      got
      to
      my
      bedroom,
      I
      decided
      to
     
     
      explore
      the
      pockets
      to
      see
      how
      much
      money
      I
      had
      left
      in
      them.
      I
      dug
     
     
      through
      one
      of
      the
      pockets
      and
      discovered
      my
      black
      scarf
      and
      thir-
     
     
      teen
      cents.
      In
      the
      other
      pocket
      I
      found
      a
      pen,
      a
      bottle
      of
      lock
      de-icer,
     
     
      and
      a
      sheet
      of
      paper.
     
    

    
     
      At
      first
      I
      thought
      the
      sheet
      of
      paper
      was
      a
      program
      to
      some
     
     
      half-forgotten
      play
      that
      I
      had
      seen
      during
      the
      winter.
      I
      soon
      discov-
     
     
      ered,
      however,
      that
      it
      was
      an
      invitation.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      You
      are
      cordially
     
     
      invited
      to
      the
     
     
      UPEI
     
     
      Student
      Union
     
     
      Appreciation
     
     
      Banquet
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Thursday,
      March
      30th
     
     
      at
      the
     
     
      Charlottetown
      Hotel
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Suddenly
      it
      all
      came
      back
      to
      me.
     
     
      Everyone
      was
      dressed
      well
      except
      for
      me.
      |
      was
      wearing
      a
     
     
      sweater
      and
      jeans.
      It
      was
      my
      first
      Student
      Union
      banquet,
      how
      was
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      By
      JEFF
      COLL
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      supposed
      to
      know
      it
      would
      be
      so
      formal?
      Even
      Stephan
      was
      wear-
     
     
      ing
      a
      blazer
      (albeit
      a
      red
      one).
      Well
      I
      wouldn’t
      let
      that
      happen
      again.
     
    

    
     
      We
      sat
      at
      the
      back
      of
      the
      room.
      1
      don’t
      remember
      if
      the
     
     
      tables
      were
      assigned,
      but
      the
      Cadre
      staff
      all
      sat
      around
      one
      table
     
     
      near
      the
      door
      at
      the
      back
      of
      the
      room.
      The
      one
      advantage
      this
      had
     
     
      was
      that
      our
      table
      got
      to
      go
      to
      the
      buffet
      first.
     
    

    
     
      I
      won
      an
      award.
      |
      knew
      I
      had
      a
      shot
      at
      the
      Volunteer
      of
      the
     
     
      Year
      award,
      since
      The
      Cadre
      only
      had
      about
      three
      volunteers
      who
     
     
      stayed
      through
      the
      whole
      year,
      so
      I
      was
      not
      surprised
      when
      Kent
     
     
      called
      my
      name.
      I
      actually
      shared
      the
      award
      with
      Jim-beau,
      but
      I-got
     
     
      my
      own
      plaque.
      Jim-beau
      probably
      deserved
      the
      award
      more
      than
     
     
      me,
      though.
      He
      had
      written
      a
      page
      of
      solid
      political
      commentary
     
     
      every
      week
      and
      all
      I
      did
      was
      complain
      and
      make
      fun
      of
      people.
     
    

    
     
      And
      then
      there
      were
      the
      door
      prizes.
      Each
      one
      of
      us
      was
     
     
      given
      ticket
      with
      a
      number
      on
      it.
      Some
      of
      the
      more
      enthusiastic
      peo-
     
     
      ple
      in
      the
      Student
      Union
      drew
      numbers
      and
      handed
      out
      prizes
      to
      the
     
     
      lucky
      winners.
      I
      won
      a
      yellow
      bag
      that
      contained
      a
      calendar
      that
      was
     
     
      still
      good
      for
      nine
      months.
      Jim-beau
      won
      a
      small
      envelope
      with
      fifty
     
     
      dollars.
      Stephan
      won
      a
      manilla
      envelope.
     
    

    
     
      I
      don’t
      remember
      my
      immediate
      reaction
      when
      I
      saw
      the
     
     
      certificate
      that
      was
      in
      Stephan’s
      envelope.
      I
      don’t
      remember
      any-
     
     
      body
      else’s
      reaction
      either,
      but
      I
      do
      remember
      the
      laughter.
      After
      all,
     
     
      it’s
      not
      every
      day
      that
      someone
      wins
      a
      dinner
      for
      four
      with
      the
      at
      the
     
     
      home
      of
      the
      President
      of
      UPEI.