The Perks of Being a Cuban.

Wow, I was on Emmaus. There has been so much buildup to the weekend, and now that it's over I can't help but think, "Is there ANYTHING left in my Prep career to look forward to?" I mean... Emmaus... It's Emmaus. That's a huge deal in most Prep student's lives. I kind of took it for granted when I got there. I don't like to talk about myself on an emotional level. And apparently lots of people on Emmaus do... And I thought that was incredible. I honestly didn't think there was anything worth sharing on my part.... My life isn't that bad to need to vent so openly about it. I think at home, while my relationship with my family could be stronger, it's not that bad. The weekend as a whole was tremendous, moving, powerful, and surprisingly, not that centered on faith. Which gave us all a chance to get closer on a personal level and not on one based on religion, which can sometimes be a fake, sugarcoated kind of connection. Often you hear in Church, "brothers and sisters..." And you take it as kind of an obligatory, "Jesus said we're brothers, so it must be true." But this weekend, we formed bonds, and brotherhoods, essentially, that honestly cannot be taught through religion. My small group consisted of some of the most interesting, amazing, and inspirational people that I will ever have the privilege of knowing. The conversations we've had as a small group or as individuals during downtime hiking up to "Mount Emmaus" or at dinner etc were some of the most meaningful and awesome conversations I'll ever had. I entered Emmaus reluctantly, scared, and very unsure as to whether or not it was a good idea to go. The members of my small group alone proved it to be one of the best decisions I've ever made.