Joining High School Model UN Still Helps Me To This Day

Joining High School Model UN Still Helps Me To This Day

IDIA made every late night worth it.


In high school, I participated in model UN and model congress (MUNC) as a delegate. The conference is hosted by IDIA which is the Institute for Domestic & International Affairs. I've written an article about how much I loved being a part of the club and what it taught me, so I won't do it here, but you can find it here. Once the senior year blues hit, I totally thought that my career in MUNC was over and that I never would do anything like it again, but lo and behold the college that hosted the MUNC conference is the college I go to. Being on staff with my experience as a delegate made me treasure all the work the staff does even more.

Since I commute, it's difficult for me to join clubs cause they're so late at night and I didn't want to get home at midnight every Monday night, but IDIA has done so much for me that I wanted to do the same thing for other high school kids. We met every Monday night and developed the skills we needed for the conference. I was on crisis simulation services, which plays characters when the debate gets stale or a little push in the right direction is needed.

Although I wasn't the best, the CSS directors really helped me out giving me tips and tricks when I got stuck. IDIA is full of amazing people who are passionate about everything they do. As a delegate, I always looked up to the staff and what they do and that hasn't changed now that I was a part of the staff. IDIA made every late night worth it.

Once the conference started, I was so nervous. I didn't want to disappoint the people around me, which made my first caucus super shaky. Once I was able to calm down, my caucus speeches started to improve. Seeing people from my high school made it a lot easier since I'm used to talking to them. It's crazy to see what happens behind the scenes since I never thought about how much work the staff puts in as a delegate. Directors and assistant directors were constantly streaming into the CSS room preparing us for what to expect. Everyone just wants their delegates to have an unforgettable weekend.

I've made so many new friends and met so many wonderful people. IDIA will always have a special place in my heart.

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An Open Letter To All Senior Softball Players

It's your last season girl, make it count.

Dear Senior Softball Players,

This is it.

This is your last season to soak up all the ups and downs of your high school team. Enjoy it. Whether you win more or you lose more, it won't matter when it's all over. The only things that will matter are the memories and the fun you had. You only have a limited amount of time to play the game, so enjoy it before it's over.

This is it.

Your cleats will only hit the field a little longer. You will only get a few more chances to crush the ball and make your parents jump out of their seats screaming "GO GO GO!" Just a few more chances to make that game winning play or get those nasty uniform tan lines. You only get so many more games to bond with some of the best people you will ever meet. Only a few more chances to make your parents proud of you for playing your heart out...

This is it.

Remember all those memories of t-ball and little league? All those years where you looked up to that certain high school varsity player? Now it's you. It's your last season, you need to step it up. Push harder, train more, and be the role model you always looked up to. Go to a junior varsity game and cheer them on, give someone younger than you tips to hit the ball better or make that play, now you are the person someone looks up to.

This is it.

You'll catch yourself a lot your senior year thinking where you would be without the coaches you've had throughout the years. Even on days where you're frustrated with them, you'll know they made you the player you are. They've given up their time to train you, sometimes staying after practice to help you work on things, be your personal therapists some days, and you'll appreciate them loving you like a daughter. They've helped you whether you see it or not, do not take that for granted. They wanted you to succeed not only for the team but for yourself.

This is it.

Thank everyone who has supported you and pushed you along. Your parents, your family, peers, past and present coaches, everyone. Even if someone had the smallest impact on your softball career, thank them. They helped you become the player you are today. You've probably met some of the best friends you will ever make in life through softball and it's really hard to part ways. Stay in contact, hug hard, and cheer harder while it lasts.

This is it.

Don't miss a practice or game unless you are almost dying, trust me. Missing a game is devastating, and you will feel guilty even if your reason is good. You'll think about that one game or one practice you missed and think, "why in the hell didn't I just suck it up and go" because, at the end of the season, you'll be scrambling for just one more game, one more at-bat, one more throw.

This is it.

You're in the last inning of what is your final game of high school ball. Whether you're winning or losing, you'll feel the emotions slowly rolling in. It comes to your last at-bat, and you're just hoping you can kill the ball for a last hoorah. Then it comes to your last throw or catch and you're just wishing you could do it one more time. It's okay to cry, trust me, this is gonna be hard. Realizing the game that has given you so many blessings and memories in life is over, it's tough. Hug your teammates, hug your parents, your family, and especially your coaches. This is it, the game is over.

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To My High School Job, Thank You

But, after spending countless summers, every holiday, and more Sunday mornings than I could begin to count there, I realize that that place means so much more to me than I ever thought possible.


"That high school job doesn't really mean much, it's just a way to put gas in my car and pay for the unnecessary shopping trips that my sixteen-year-old self dreamt about."

That's what I thought, at least.

Every day I would groan about how I can't wait to graduate, as I would put on my uniform and drive to work after an entire day of going to school. I couldn't wait to leave.

But, after spending countless summers, every holiday, and more Sunday mornings than I could begin to count there, I realize that that place means so much more to me than I ever thought possible. Five years later and only months away from having to actually leave, I would do anything to make time slow down.

To my "high school job," thank you...

Thank you for bringing the best people into my life. Spending multiple days, every week for five years with the same people, you're bound to make some pretty great friends.

Thank you all for making me laugh. Work isn't always fun, but when you're with the right people, anything can be enjoyable.

Thank you for all of the memories that I will always look back on and laugh no matter how many years pass.

Thank you for encouraging me and always listening to my nursing school stories. I know, you're sick of hearing me complain, but I truly believe that I couldn't make it through without your love and support.

Thanks for being my family and giving me a reason to look forward to coming to work.

Thank you for being my "home." Leaving somewhere that you've spent so much time at is like leaving a piece of yourself behind. I will always feel loved, supported, and protected when I walk through those doors. When you get comfortable enough somewhere, it begins to feel like your home away from home, and that's exactly what my first job feels like to me.

Thank you for teaching me responsibility. Because of you, I learned the importance of maturity and responsibility very young. I had to show up on time, do my job, and smile even when I didn't want to. The weekends and the holidays were rough, but they taught me valuable lessons that will follow me into my career. I will forever be thankful for the responsibility I learned from the time I was sixteen because of my very first job.

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