So Montréal was a blast. I don't think I've ever had such a perfect time in my life. Second to Rivière-du-Loup.

The conference was, for a lack of better words, amazing and opened my eyes about Model United Nations. In a true show of cynicism and dysfunction, our General Assembly only got one clause (line!) passed out of all the ten resolutions on the table. That was when it slapped me in the face: I realized how clueless I was about everything and how well everyone around me knew about procedure and public policy. Meeting delegates all over the America was definitely intimidating but interesting. I met the most amazing people from Westpoint, William and Mary, George Washington, etc.

I don't think it was the conference that made the day. It was all the laughs and jokes I had with Pranavi and Judee and just how ridiculous we were throughout the entire Spec. Pol. committee. Don't get me wrong -- we were very professional and we definitely did the best job we could. But it was making fun of the Harvard Delegate for the UK  ("Condescending Bulldog"), hitting on/fighting over/lusting for/mocking the gay hottie representing Senegal, imitating the Chinese Delegate and going out every night and dancing up a storm like Elaine from Seinfeld that put the cherry on top of the ... crême brûlée.

Rooming with Jonathon ("Gay Daddy"), talking with Diwa - the most curious mix of religious conservatism and adolescent curiousity, and doing shots with Pranavi were such memorable highlights because of the array of inside jokes that I'm forgetting right now. I think above all, it was drama-free, no-strings-attached friendship that made me so happy, so free, and made me desiring the freedom I gave up May of last year.

Inside Jokes Are So Annoying
1) We monk-monk'd around. Made it a dance move.
2) Skedanked? I unno...I unno...
3) Le Republique obviously means Creme Brulee
5) La Rue Laval.
6) Tout le Monde on my Burger, SVP.
7) Cagefighting is the new sex.
8) Libya's Flapping Nose.

McMUN made me realize how stupid I am, how naive I am and how unprepared I am for university and the larger scheme of life. If there is one thing McMUN taught me besides alcohol tolerance and responsibility, is that I need to up my game like how Australia did with Senegal. I need to start reading. To start studying. To commit myself to French and to work hard, play hard. And that there are so many things I can do and that I have so much potential -- academically, professionally, but most of all, personally.