Model United Nations Training Conference Day 1 Reflection

"Alright West Valley homies, you have worked hard ever since we have started, but now we get to the real deal. Everything you have learned are going to put to the test at the training conference in Camp Roberts. At the training conference, you will learn materials that will be at the Summit and there the officers are selected, both appointed and elected." said my Lead Advisor at the last meeting before the training camp. My body was shaking because of fear and excitement. I was excited because as a veteran, I know the training camp is going to be fun and all the veterans including me were running for officer positions, so if everything goes well, we will have complete control over General Assembly and partial power in three organs (Economic and Social Council, Non-Governmental Organizations, and International Court of Justice.). I was fearful because 
1. I am not guarantee the position for usually the elite veterans go all rage mode after what I am running for. An Assistant Secretary-General is a rather respectable and highly regarded position that people would kill to have. 

2. Everyone in my delegation expected me to get the position. If I fail, then the monopoly will fall.

3. I SUCK at interviews. It feels like an intensive interrogation and one false word,  I am digging my own grave.

When the day of departure came around, I walk into my assigned charter bus and found out that we won't rolling with our usual homie delegation, East Valley. Instead, we are sharing buses with a delegation called the North Valley Delegation. Nevertheless, North Valley represents the valley name, so we chilled with them. While the West was at my back, across, and in front of me, I noticed there was a single North Valley delegate sitting diagonally from me. Since this is a program to make new friends that will last for a life time, I was like "Why the hell not?". I offer that man a Hello Panda cookie. In return, he offers me some sea salted almonds. 

BEST FREAKING DECISION EVER! The almonds were delicious as hell. I could jumped on man, mugged his almonds, broke out the bus through the windows, and devoured the almonds. But, I decided to be civilized and not have rabies. After the offerings, the man introduced himself as John D. Wargowski, the Chef-de-Cabinet. I was like mind blown. The second highest ranking officer in the entire MUN and one of the judges for the positions of Assistant Secretary-General was in the same bus as me. In this type of situation, people usually fawn the judge to death to increase the chances of getting picked, but I believe that the idea of fawning is simply stupid and will not get anywhere. If I were to "fawn", then I would do it because :
1. The fact is true and everyone is aware of it
2. I know it very well and admire the person for it
3. A compliment a day wouldn't hurt anyone would it?
4. I will do it AFTER the event (interview, competition, etc.) happened regardless if I get the award and/or position
So, I was like damn bro, respect level increase tenfold. For some time, we had some small talk, but the talking stopped as we approached the camp. Unfortunately, North Valley can't roll with the West Valley so I say my farewells to John. After a pep talk from the Lead Advisor, the West and East Valley were half dead from starvation. Soon, West and East were like beating each other up the pizza. After the Advisors rushed in and calmed the storm by fighting fire with fire, everyone got a slice and ate like there was no tomorrow

When there were trashcans filled with pizza boxes to the brim, West and East went into the barracks and shoved all of our crap into the lockers. After settling in and prepping up for bed. We marched like a boss and broke down the gym as if it was nothing man. 

There was no one in the gym... WEST AND EAST PRIDE LEVEL UP. We were like 
'First come, first serve!" We walked as we were kings of the world and quickly sat down and showed respect  

Just us chilling here... for now *
Try to find me!

BUT WAIT! I THOUGHT THERE WAS NO ONE THERE, SO WHY NOT CHILL AND TALK? Because the highest ranking officer was in the room, the Secretary General, and she was practicing her speech to us. 

Secretary-General, one of the people who will decide if I emerge as an Assistant or not.

As nostalgia rush through my mind, I only grinned. "Long time, no see eh Becca?" Rebecca Rose, a former West Valley delegate and current East Valley delegate and Secretary-General, went over her words to see if anything was wrong. A few minutes later, all the other delegations from all over California arrived in the gym and opening session was commenced. We were simply told about the background of the program, the ambassador pledge, and all the candidates for all the elected positions except Secretary-General. The campaign for Secretary-General is waged on the very thing we have been working for a long, long time: Summit. When the motion to adjourn meeting was passed, West and East went to the barracks and crashed onto the cots. Day 1 was over 

An aerial shot of the military base we are staying in. Camp Roberts * 

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