The Prodigal Son

Son, thou art ever with me, and all that I have is thine. It was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.

– (Luke 15:32)

As most of you know this summer has been quite a roller coaster ride in the sense of finding myself Academically However I am here now to tell you even though it took me the better part of four months. I am completely set for the school year. At first I couldn't see myself coming back to the University for another second, this lead to thoughts of withdrawing and going to SAIT. The place I originally planned on attending prior to graduating from High School. As the months wore on I couldn't bring myself to making a schedule, transferring into Haskayne is quite possibly the most discouraging thing I ever had to go through. One night though I had a complete turn around, which was brought on by an epiphany which was the most enlightening part of summer. I realized my love for Economics and have thusly concentrated my new found passion in school in pursuit for a BA in Economics.

I don't know where it came from really and why I was so up and down about it all. I just couldn't bear to think about this Monday coming up and me working while I waited to start my program in January. I thought I hated the ICT building, Science Theaters, Mac Hall. I thought that deep down I resented each one of those buildings and rooms. Though the more I thought about it the more it dawned on me that those hall ways -as much as I disliked them- have grown to be a part of me. A part of me that I cannot let go of as easily as I thought. It took me from April 30th all the way until September 4th to completely my Fall08/Winter09 schedule but I did it. It's finally finished and I have a new found strength to push through and accomplish. I can tell you where this came from too. I couldn't bear to think that my friends will be going to school without me, the people that I grew close too attending the U. Or that Marloisasian will be finally coming to the U and I wouldn't be there to see it. I also couldn't bring myself to part ways without a degree -I hate to fail. What is so different now? There is one person, that I feel so compelled to show that I can acomplish this kind of thing. Although I realize that it doesn't matter to them it wouldn't make them feel different about me. But I just want to show everyone that I can and will do it, and I want to do it for me for her. If that makes any sense.

So even after being lost and away, and squandering my time and money away. I have returned and have been welcomed back with open arms. We killed the finest calf, opened the finest wine, called my best of friends and celebrated the return of the son who was once lost but is now found.

I'm Coming Home Again
--Christ Martin