All around I felt that SIMUN was a great experience. It taught me that it is not about being the best every time, but to come up with a resolution that successfully solved the problem. Another thing I learned was that no solution was going to be good for every country. The whole SIMUN process reminded me of a jury in a case. However in this case there was 15 defendants, and when you spoke the other 14 countries were the prosecutors. However when we were in caucus writing resolutions each country was a jury member, if you wanted to pass your resolution all you had to do was persuade enough people (8) and the other caucus group would have no chance. Another reason that SIMUN felt like a court case was because news flashes would come up and your country would do something stupid like torpedo a fishing ship. Then you would have to either defend yourself by bending the truth, or by just admitting.
I was Russia, and in all three scenarios I was involved. Even though I was most involved in the first scenario, I felt that my best day was the third day. I felt this way, because in the first two days I was more hesitant to get on the speaker list. This was probably because I was nervous and every time you spoke it felt like there was at least 5 countries breathing down your back with questions. However on the third day I actually wanted to get on the speakers list, and ask questions. I think that next year already having one year under my belt I will do much better.
I prepared by doing the questions, and researching how each scenario effected my country. This helped me defend myself, however I was missing one aspect. I didn’t have the other countries perspectives. Next year I believe that I should look up allies before SIMUN. That way I will have an idea of which countries will go which way. Also I will be able to formulate better questions, because I will have an idea of their answer. On top of seeing how the scenarios affect other countries and who they will side with I need to do one more important thing that I saw. Even if I am not a big factor in the scenario I need to speak. The delegate of Sudan in my group did this very well, and I believe it is one thing I need to do to improve my SIMUN grade.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
I am currently reading the book the Kite Runner. The book is a fictional story based on the life of a young Afghan boy. The story is very interesting, however it has many sad parts and times when you truly appreciate the life we live in America. For instance the boy in the story got raped by another kid, and on top of that he wouldn’t tell anyone what happened. Even though many people all across the world don’t tell the fact that it happened in the story make me wonder if this happens often in Afghanistan. I think that it must be more common because I see no real reason to put it in the book
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Crash; I heard something glass shatter. What was that I thought? Where was it, upstairs? “Hello” I cried. Tip toe, tip toe, tip toe, I slowly began to walk down the hallway. “Hello” I said again. I heard another loud pounding, almost as if something had hit the floor. Faster, harder, rapidly my chest began to beat. Heavier and heavier I began to breathe.
I looked over, and saw the open closet, inside a broom. I looked up the stairs, bolted for the broom, slid across the floor into the front room. It was so quiet, but the faint noise of a breeze whistled in the air. Upstairs, through the window, that’s where it is coming from I thought. I slowly crept up the stairs on all fours—a silent skill that I had learned over the years from sneaking out—I stopped two stairs from the landing.
I peered into the room, my eyes twitched, my heart raced, my breath depend, I could not believe what I was looking at. There in the middle of my parents room lying on the floor was giant man. I knew right away that he must be Esteban. There was no other name that this perfect man covered in seaweed and mud and scales could possibly have. To give him any other name would only be to take away from his perfectness. Just looking at him on the floor he was glowing with Anglican lights.
My first thought was I must find other people, and we must build him a house, and give him a family. I quickly gathered up all of the neighbors and we headed straight to the forest after I showed them Esteban. We immediately began to cut down trees, and cut out logs. After a long three days of work we had built him the most beautiful fort ever created in the history of neighborhood forts. People from all over the state came to visit him at the funeral.
I remember the priest was just about done with his reading win all of a sudden we heard a voice calling from the neighborhood well. “Is there anybody there? Help I’m stuck down here”. We started to ask the person in the well question, but he did not answer any of them. After a while we had grown tired of getting no answers and disgracing Esteban at his funeral.
We told him that Esteban was going to get help, and when he came back he would be safe. After that we went to the reception. It rained that night, so you do the math.
TO BE CONTINUED…
I looked over, and saw the open closet, inside a broom. I looked up the stairs, bolted for the broom, slid across the floor into the front room. It was so quiet, but the faint noise of a breeze whistled in the air. Upstairs, through the window, that’s where it is coming from I thought. I slowly crept up the stairs on all fours—a silent skill that I had learned over the years from sneaking out—I stopped two stairs from the landing.
I peered into the room, my eyes twitched, my heart raced, my breath depend, I could not believe what I was looking at. There in the middle of my parents room lying on the floor was giant man. I knew right away that he must be Esteban. There was no other name that this perfect man covered in seaweed and mud and scales could possibly have. To give him any other name would only be to take away from his perfectness. Just looking at him on the floor he was glowing with Anglican lights.
My first thought was I must find other people, and we must build him a house, and give him a family. I quickly gathered up all of the neighbors and we headed straight to the forest after I showed them Esteban. We immediately began to cut down trees, and cut out logs. After a long three days of work we had built him the most beautiful fort ever created in the history of neighborhood forts. People from all over the state came to visit him at the funeral.
I remember the priest was just about done with his reading win all of a sudden we heard a voice calling from the neighborhood well. “Is there anybody there? Help I’m stuck down here”. We started to ask the person in the well question, but he did not answer any of them. After a while we had grown tired of getting no answers and disgracing Esteban at his funeral.
We told him that Esteban was going to get help, and when he came back he would be safe. After that we went to the reception. It rained that night, so you do the math.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Friday, February 19, 2010
Dwayne Michael Carter Jr.
Lil Wayne is by far the most talented rapper alive, and maybe the greatest of all time.
Big Fish
One time in 9th grade I had to right a paper about a story that I changed to be like a story from this movie we watched in class. The problem was I had no clue what to right about. I was tempted not to right this story but I realized I couldn’t because of my teacher. You see my teacher was a nine foot tall monster who intimidated the crap out of you. He was mean and harsh, and enjoyed to see people struggle. Not only would he like to see you struggle, but he would rub it in your face when you did bad, by giving you grades worse than an E, like “Crap”, and “Fart” minus grades. He didn’t even give out A’s, no matter how good you did.
There was also this old witch who would always be in his room, and they would always be conversing about how to make the students life more miserable. One thing they liked to do was not tell you when the class was in the computer lab, and then give you a tardy when you got their late. He also coached freshman basketball, and JV football. So if he had you in one of his classes and you played on one of his teams, you got benched almost the whole year. The weirdest thing he did was not let you drink bottled water, but he would drink it himself even though he said he wouldn’t.
There was also this old witch who would always be in his room, and they would always be conversing about how to make the students life more miserable. One thing they liked to do was not tell you when the class was in the computer lab, and then give you a tardy when you got their late. He also coached freshman basketball, and JV football. So if he had you in one of his classes and you played on one of his teams, you got benched almost the whole year. The weirdest thing he did was not let you drink bottled water, but he would drink it himself even though he said he wouldn’t.
Friday, February 12, 2010
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Friday, February 5, 2010
FDLR
The FDLR (Democratic Forces for the Liberation of Rwanda) are the enemy/opposition of the RPF (Rwandan Patriotic Front). The FDLR is a group of Hutu exiles from the Rwandan Genocide, and they work against the FARDC (Congo Armed Forces), but wreak havoc together in the eastern part of Congo. These attacks are partially aided by the UN who believes that they should move out, and have also said “the joint military operations were catastrophic” (globalsecurity.org). The FDLR are also partially responsible for the 3.8 million people who were killed in 6 years (1998-2004). Even though many of those deaths were caused by starvation, and disease the FDLR, and FARDC often go on rants looking for food, and supplies, while raping and killing on their way through villages.
The FDLR and FARDC are also enemies of the LRA (Lords Resistance Army) led by Joseph Kony. I believe that the UN needs to get out, because if they don’t they will end up supporting the wrong group any way they go. The FARDC, FDLR, and LRA all commit human rights violations, and for the UN to support them is doing the wrong thing. If the UN wants to stay in they should fight separately for the people, or alongside the RPF who have sent some forces into Congo to help protect the civilians (globalsecurity.org). If the UN does not want to do either of the two they should just pull out.
Global Security
The FDLR and FARDC are also enemies of the LRA (Lords Resistance Army) led by Joseph Kony. I believe that the UN needs to get out, because if they don’t they will end up supporting the wrong group any way they go. The FARDC, FDLR, and LRA all commit human rights violations, and for the UN to support them is doing the wrong thing. If the UN wants to stay in they should fight separately for the people, or alongside the RPF who have sent some forces into Congo to help protect the civilians (globalsecurity.org). If the UN does not want to do either of the two they should just pull out.
Global Security
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