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North vs. South

I believe that North Korea did shoot down the South Korean ship.

I believe that if the missile matches the North Korean weapon as the article says than it makes it very hard for the North Koreans to not be responsible. On top of that the two countries constantly go back and forth with each other. Even if it was somehow a rebel group and not a government action the blame still lands with North Korea.

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Sindey Crosby

Once upon a time there was a young boy named Sindey Crosby. Sindey was the most talented hockey player who was ever born, however he was a complete spoiled brat. Ever since he was a kid his wealthy dad got him anything and everything he could to make Sindey Happy. Anything intangibles that Sindey’s dad couldn’t get his son, generally Sindey’s talent would allow him to receive. However by the time he was a sophomore in Bender High School, he began to abuse his talent.

You see Sindey’s talent had gotten him to be the most popular kid in Canada. Along with the popularity came power. But Sindey abused his power, and eventually was infected with what was eventually called the Pinocchio effect. You see every fifth time Sindey abused his power, he grew pigtails. Longer, and longer they got, but Sindey’s talent only grew. At almost the same rate as his pigtail growth was his talent growth.

By his junior year Crosby was drafted by the Pittsburg Penguins, and by his third year he won his first Stanley Cup. This made him the youngest captain to ever win the Stanley Cup. Then by his fourth year he won the gold medal inn women’s Ice hockey. The problem was that Sindey had only one friend and that was the commissioner of the National Hockey League named Gary Bettman.

Bettman would fix so many of Sindey’s games, and Sindey had begun to set so many records. The problem was all the players in the NHL were getting mad about how Sindey was set up to be the best and none of them were ever given a chance. On top of that he was a complete stuck up weirdo. SO all of the players decided that they were going to get rid of him in one game. They decided that the best way would be in a game versus their arch rival the Washington Capitals. Since the Capitals captain was Sindey’s worst enemy. His name was Alex Ovechkin, and he was truly the most popular hockey player. So in their last game of the year against each other the deed was done.

After that night the sport was so much better.

SIMUN

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.

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

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…