Model United Nations Training Conference Day 2 Reflection

"Pssst. Yo homie. Psst. Wanna go take a shower? Pssst." said Matthew, one of my friends rolling with West Valley. 
"Go away." groaned Ben, another friend who is also with West Valley. 
"Come on," I whispered quickly, "Unless you want to fight against like 50 dudes to get into the showers, then it is best to come with us. You were the one to come up with the idea to shower early in the first place!"
After 5 minutes of not seeing any movement, Matthew and I decided to push him off the bed. Upon contact, Ben jumped out the bed and got his shampoo, soap and his bathing suit. We went to the showers and spent 15 minutes figuring out how to turn it on. By then, there were a huge line of smelly delegates waiting for us. 
"Fuck this bullshit." said Ben and he punched the shower handle. The shower magically turned on. We were both happy and sad. Happy because the shower turned on and we can finally take a shower. Sad because the water was COLD AS HELL. We were screaming our lungs out and hugging each other trying to get warmth. The line was looking at us as if we were drunk kids that were spazzing out. One of the guys from East Valley, our brother and sister delegation, was like the hell, and he turned the knob. The water magically turned warm and Matthew, Ben, and I were rubbing ourselves with the water full of glee. After washing ourselves, we all got dressed up and four of our guys, Albert, Tai, Joel, and Ivan, were laughing their butts off after hearing what happened in the showers. After dressing up and half of our delegation looking sexy in their dresses/suits, we met up with the Lead Advisor and headed towards the gym for morning inspiration. In simple words, this is what the motivational speaker said.

"Yo mah homies from all over California! Listen up. Today is going to be a grueling day and you can't cut it without goals man. Goals is the top of the food chain here. No goals, no success. Write down your goals today and strive to achieve it foo." 

I wrote down my goal: To become the Assistant Secretary-General of General Assembly.

After listening to the motivational speaker and eating our breakfast like a boss. I met up with my homies from the West who were running for either an appointed position or an elected position and enter the room that teaches us leadership skills. After spending literally half the day simply learning how to set goals. The person who was instructing us told everyone to go to break and everyone who is running for any Assistant Secretary-General positions stay inside. It was time. I walk over there in my vest and tie and while I was doing that, my homies were screaming on top of their lungs as they walk out the door 
"MOTHERFUCKERS. BRYAN IS GOING TO WIIIINNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!." 
Well except for the cursing but the idea is still the same. They trying to get to me but there was like 25 delegates swarming them trying to get out the room. When all candidates were present, the staff (Zach and Wallis) in charge of the Office of the Secretary-General (OSG)  decided to forget the interviews and make us debate against each other. They made the candidates, Chef-de-Cabinet, Deputy Secretary-General, and the Secretary-General sit outside and the Secretary-General told us how is this gong to work.  

"Yo yo yo. The judges will be John, the Chef-de-Cabinet, Reiley, the Deputy Secretary-General, and myself, the Secretary-General. We will picked the best guys for the job by displaying your debate skills in this debate. Here in my hand, I have four non-profit organizations who needs the UN's money to support itself. I need your opinion on which organization gets selected. John start us off." 

After listening to the background of each organization, everyone in the group unanimously killed two and the real debate started between the two remaining organization. I picked a side and started to explain why this organization needs the money. After a few arguments, I noticed the debate is running like this 

I was basically fighting with a stick against people with swords and hammers. I knew my position was too weak, so I was force to give in. After a long debate in 90 degrees weather, all the candidates got up, rendezvous with their delegation, and have lunch. Throughout the entire lunch and activity, I was sweating like hell thinking about the position. I really wanted the position and my homies will be disappointed if I don't get it. When the time came, I went to the office to see the results. It was not there... Instead there was a note saying 

"GUESS WHAT FOO. Results coming soon, come back after your organ session." 

WHAT THE HELL. Disappointed, I went back to the place where the General Assembly sessions are taking place.

After a few minutes, I noticed my Lead Advisor standing near the exit and he motioned me to come over. When I got there, he told me some really stressful news. 

"Yo, we got an interview to go to."

Another heart attack occurred. I was thinking like GODDAMMIT I THOUGHT THEY KILLED THE INTERVIEW. I was already tired from the debate and now an interview. Damn. I just grab my backpack and rolled out with my Lead Advisor. When we got into the office, the staff told me to sit down along with three other candidates. I was like oh hell. The three candidates were the powerhouses of the debate so if I screw up, I'm screwed. Knowing I must make a pretty damn good impression, I straightened my tie even more and sat down with a professional air. I was really pumped up, it felt like it was like a last stand for me. Noticing I was very tense, Becca said

"Calm down bro, all four of you got the job." 

I couldn't breathe for a couple seconds and I got another heart attack. I wanted to scream, jump up and down, and hug all three judges with all of my strength. Instead, I sat there with my mouth opened like this.

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But I wasn't the only one. I simply looked at the corner of my left eye and noticing the other three candidates doing the exact same thing. So the scene was something similar to this.

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After hearing the results, we were all introduced to our Secretariats (high school students that help out with an organ): Riley Owen and Lande Watson. You might think what so special about these guys. Guess what. Riley Owen was the former Secretary-General for MUN 2012 and Lande Watson is the older sister of Clay Watson, former Secretary-General for MUN 2013. My delegation is huge fans of Riley Owen and Clay Watson, so they were very damn jealous of me. After introductions, we all started to work and. Soon, we actually needed a fifth assistant to help us out, so we all decided to get this guy named Travis. Before he came in, we all decided to give him a heart attack like the Big Three did to us. Unfortunately, it kind of went wrong and we got him confused as hell instead. Throughout the entire day, I was working my butt off on my research topics. Of course we had a break in between which was called the Cookie Break. We only just chilled, ate cookies, and drank milk. During that time, I told my entire delegation the good news and all the homies who were running for positions got like an instant boost up to their spirits and campaign like they never did before. After the Cookie Break, each assistant introduced themselves to the organ of which they were representing by giving them a little speech telling them "Yo I your Assistant Secretary-General of the organ I working with." and continued to work on the research topics until we were called to be the judges of the country banners. I was very close to getting one of the countries from my delegation to be becoming for the prettiest banner, but it wasn't accepted for the Secretary-General spotted a prettier banner. 

The Kingdom of Belgium was in my delegation. I almost got my delegation a place into the country awards, but some unfortunate thing happened. *

Secretary-General spotted the middle South Korea with a picture of PSY (I never got the big hoopla about him) and decided that is the prettiest banner. *

When we gave our decision to the staff, we head back to the office and worked until the day was over.  After the day was over, I danced like a mad man at the gym for there was a dance party that is mandatory to attend. 

The place was cramped as hell. *

When the party was over, I crashed onto my cot and slept like a tired baby.   

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