MUN starts again!

Yesterday was the first MUN training session at LAU.

This year I would be accompanying the participating students from our school as an adviser. 

I had to fight to earn that privilege considering the fact that our school adviser couldn't grasp the point in any of us, past MUNers, going through the trouble of participating this year as advisers. I'd eventually managed to convince her that it was a personal matter and that no trouble would dissuade us from going, and she'd given the permission to accompany my friends.

It was a hectic day from the start. I was dangerously close to not being able to attend because of the same old problem which is transportation, but I managed to find a ride at the last minute. The trip from school to LAU was one filled with anticipation and inquiries about the smallest, most irrelevant details of the program and was garnished towards the end by the driver getting lost a million times and everyone starting to panic about being late.

Then we were there.

It felt like stepping into a souvenir...

All was exactly as I remembered it, and not just the campus and its surroundings, but the actual atmosphere and the almost tangible excitement that filled it. My own excitement contributed greatly to the general awe.

I decided to leave contemplation for later and hurried my friends into the main hall so each could join his class. A few moments after everyone had found out which floor their classes were on I decided to just patrol the corridors and make sure they were all OK.

I was on the twelfth floor checking on the last two when I heard a voice that was strikingly familiar. It was Naji, my chair from last year.

I admit I wasn't really surprised that he had come back after graduation...I would have done the same. It was still great to see him.

His voice brought back memories of conference rooms and speeches discussing eradication of poverty and I found myself standing outside his classroom staring in and listening and was, even if for a moment, convinced that I was attending a training session again. He was my only link to last year's program, everyone else had left and I felt ecstatic at the fact that I could still hold on to a small piece of my own experience.

I hate to admit it, but truth is that I was a bit jealous of all those who were sitting there starting to learn about the UN not knowing yet that this is probably going to be the best experience of their life.

It was completely different and quite uneasy to experience it from the hallways.

I spent the afternoon going up and down stairs, into and out of the building; my feet were so sore by the end of the day that it still hurts to walk, yet I feel happier than I did in a very long time. I met so many new people merely from standing outside the classrooms; I saw so many new faces and laughed so much that I remembered a part of the why I had grown so fond of MUN last year which I had forgotten about.

It's because of all the acquaintances...You barely get the time to get bored of people there and every new person you meet teaches you something new. You're given the opportunity to discover new sides of your personality, and be whomever you want to be, and say whatever you feel like saying without having to worry about being judged because you're probably never going to see each other ever again, and because that fact means that everyone around you really doesn't care where you're from or what you do as long as you prove to be good company.

I saw Naji during the brake and talked to him. I felt like I was still an MUNer; like I was again a delegate who's just starting out. I talked to him again at the end of the day even if it slightly meant that I was abusing  the source of comfort that he was to me. I told him how sad I had been when the program had wrapped last year. I had been really sad indeed. I had invested so much time and effort into it, so much of myself, that when it was just over one day I'd feel like I'd lost my baby...

The ride back to school was really joyous and filled with hundreds of stories of how everyone had spent their day. I felt strangely happy being there, strangely optimistic, and I say that noting that I already am an extremely optimistic person. I went home having gotten back that sense of purpose which I had spoken about in my earlier post.

I guess all I can say now is that a great year lies ahead, and that I feel extremely lucky to be able to do this again.

However, thinking about how happy I was yesterday, I feel the dread of confusion starting to creep up on me again since remembering how happy and at home I feel at LAU has made mess of all the things I had planned for the future...

Until next time :)