Model United Nations

heyo, I'm Adalie. I've been in the Model UN community for a couple of years. On this blog, I'm sharing advice, experience, and making some semi-relatable jokes for all of the MUN community to see.

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When a 3rd world country tries to argue with you

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When ur enemy delegate speaks but you have like 7 POIS to destroy them

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Seeing Power delegates outside of the debate room

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When you pass one of your old MUN crushes in the hallway

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When the US delegate tries to act like they control the entire conference

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When I see an old friend in my committee again

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Me @ that damn delegate of Russia 😂😂

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Speechless at this oml

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When you accidentally offend a really hot delegate because of your country's shitty policies

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When a new delegate has the same country as you in a different committee

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When two shitty delegates win and you see them + the chair in the hallway

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I lost my virginity at a MUN conference

It was my first time in Security Council. I had the country of Ukraine, and one of the topics being discussed was Russian Aggression, so I was naturally going to be speaking to both the Russian delegate and the US delegate a lot. 

Aside from some awkward conversing and gentle reassuring from him, I didn’t speak much to the Russian delegate. I found out later that he was Greek and had lived in England for a couple of years before moving to the USA. His hair was startlingly curly, the kind of hair that brushes broke off in and combs snapped in half at the sight of. 

All was well up until lunch.

After lunch, while we were all heading up to the debate room, I noticed that I had spilled some ranch on the front of my blouse and on my blazer. I didn’t know what to do, but I saw him talking to the delegate of the United Kingdom a few feet away (I later found out that she was his girlfriend), so I approached them and asked if she had anything to help me get it off. 

She said that she would be happy to help me when she realized that it was my second conference, so I followed her to the bathroom and she cleaned me up and gave me some tips on how to speak out more. She walked back to the conference room and a few seconds later he appeared outside of the girl’s bathroom and asked where she had gone and if she was still in there with me. I, being the stupid little flirt that I was, replied that he would have to come in and see. 

So yeah, that’ the story of how I ended up giving the delegate of my country’s worst enemy head and then losing my virginity in a public college bathroom. I’m usually not impulsive, but it was probably his hair that set me off, lmao. Plus, he had that entire, “Oh, my life has been so hard. I swear, there’s a lot of issues behind this cashmere sweater and these loafers!” vibe. 

He won some bullshit young dictator award and I got an honorable mention. I’ve had a couple more encounters with him, but those are (much better) stories to be written out on other days, I guess.

I don’t regret sleeping with him, because he was such a nice guy. I just kind of wish that it hadn’t been in a public bathroom. He had some other Middle School girls and one Highschool girl clinging to his arms for the rest of the day, but gave me his number at the end of the conference.