In Which Ella Blabbers On About Model Congress and Model U.N. in a Very Strange Manner

I can feel my palms begin to sweat, my heart rate is elevated, and if I weren’t crossing my legs, I’m sure they would be shaking. But those initial nerves are one of the best parts of Model Congress and Model U.N. I’m alert, on edge, ready to stand up and quote the Bureau of Labor Statistics, point out a glaring loophole in a bill, or appeal to another county to vote for my resolution. When I’m at the podium, I feel entirely alive. I love the attention, the chance to be unabashedly passionate, and to have an, albeit pretend, say in how the world or the U.S. is run. I find myself happily spinning in an academic whirlwind. I have to think quickly and on my feet, often coming up with points as I’m speaking. My voracious reading of The New York Times becomes valuable for something other than a conversation starter. And at the end of the conference, whether or not I win a certificate or a gavel, I find myself already counting down the days until the next one.

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