MUN My Beloved

MUN my beloved

The thing is, I used to be fucking terrified of MUN. Everything about it (research, writing, teamwork, collaboration, public speaking) scared the living crap out of me. I came to my first conference with a whole folder of (largely) useless facts. I physically shook when I first rose to give a speech defending an amendment. I couldn’t eat and had to go to the bathroom four times before the committee sessions because I was so nervous. And yet, as the three-day conference went on, I got more and more confident. I stood up, debated, proposed amendments and gave speeches. I grew to love it more than anything in my life. 

Here’s a quick aesthetic I curated based on MUN

A binder of perfectly organised notes on the country’s politics, socio-economic environments, geography, and current affairs 

Watching documentaries about your country’s culture, taking in the unique landscape 

Empty coffee cups that somehow manage to multiply on your desk 

Pulling all-nighters, too eager to learn as much as you can 

Crisp white shirt and fresh suit, all ready for the upcoming day 

Messy handwriting, scrawling notes on the resolution of other delegates

Ink-stained fingers

Reciting your speech to yourself, having committed it to memory

Nervously cracking knuckles before your opening speech

Feeling immense pride when your resolution passes

Heated debates during unmoderated caucuses

Placard raised proudly