The final day involved chairing and eventually the sayings of Good-bye and yes, this conference is now closed. The awards were awarded and I had the honour of handing over two bottles of wine to Mr Piggin and Mr Keable-Elliott. My last RRS MUN was an absolute pleasure to run with the two old boys…
Monday proved to be another hectic day. I have to say a huge thank you to Dan Jones who stepped in and took a lot of weight off of my shoulders as I attempted to tame the paperwork trail. Press did their best to spread rumours about me being some sort of military dictator, with…
Well earlier I talked of Committees collapsing, one Committiee Chair decided to ‘see a man about a dog’ for approximately an hour of which I felt like no-one could answer the question ‘where had he gone?’ Yes my dilemma had started pretty early on in the conference. He had decided to disappear. He was found…
This is usually meant to be, and is the day, that one finds out what has not been done. Well the Administration team had done a very efficient job of ensuring the beds were done and the paper work trail was all in order. This being done the Presidents and myself were allowed to soak…
You wake up in the morning for school as a student and by midday you are the ‘Secretary General’ and people keep asking you things. It’s the lazy day of the week and everybody makes sure that is exactly what it is, well for me anyway. I found a way out of bed making, and…
That’s it. It’s over. Finished for another year. It seemed like it was such a long time coming, all of the year 13s feverishly anticipating the time when we would be in charge of RRSMUN. But now, it’s come and gone- the last conference we would ever have at this school! The glow rave was…
The crisis, always one of the dramatic highlights of any RRSMUN conference, has finally been unleashed. And no, we didn’t decide to go for the obvious. ‘Go on, say its Russia’ screamed one heckler as I marched into the human rights 1 committee. Oh no, Mr Keable-Elliot in the approval panel had pulled out all…
Delegates, we have an emergency! The immortal words every student officer longs to shout out as they run into a committee. Won’t be long now until we’ll be doing that ourselves, being only a matter of minutes before we’re shown what crisis will be concerning the conference this year. As for the rest of the…
It hits you like a lorry. It really does. One second, you’re walking around an eerily quiet school, just taking it easy, considering whether you really want to go to sleep . You look around everyone’s just hanging around in their own clothes, ambling round the computer rooms, lounging around in houses when suddenly… all…
Wow. It’s finally here. Our last RRSMUN and our year is finally in charge. Scary prospect! It seems like only yesterday that we were little year eights, being towered over by everyone else, (thought to be fair that’s pretty much still the same case for Dan, Folarin and I now) going to an MUN meeting…