As my first SIMUN experience, I was extremely nervous when it was Tuesday. When it came down to Wednesday I was a little pumped because I had to dress up. Honestly I like to dress up because it makes me feel professional and strict business. Now after lunch was my 5th hour which is time for SIMUN. I was sweating like crazy and was extremely nervous. The first day actually went well. I gave a good speech and asked a couple of questions. I thought SIMUN was a great experience as a first time participant. I thought SIMUN was really hard in the first hour. I didn’t speak or ask questions until I learned the proper method of how to ask questions and how to ask to speak. SIMUN was just a great experience and was a lot of fun. SIJMUN is a great experience for any freshman or any new comers. This really helped my speaking skills and my organization skills.
Personally I thought I did alright for a new comer. I didn’t participate the first day as much as I did the last day. I was worried I wasn’t going to participate at all on Tuesday when we were warming up. “It’s really hard not to participate” quote by Andre Roberts. That quote was honestly true because I called myself in the Speakers list and I spoke and gave a well speech. Our mentor, Chris, helped me a lot and I thank him for that. He kept pushing me to be on the speakers list and ask more questions. But overall he kept motivating me and telling me I was doing a great job.
On Tuesday night the first task I needed to accomplish was the clothes I was going to wear on Wednesday. That was the easy part but the hard part was writing out a speech when you were called on the Speakers list. Every news flash through my speech off so I kept revising and revising until I had it right. The Scenarios weren’t too bad because they were the questions we had to answer during Spring Break. Every time we started a new Scenario I pulled out my answer to the questions and participated as much as I could.
I will have to participate much more next year because I only spoke three times. Ask more questions and now that I got use to the method I will do a better job of sounding professional. I will help any person that is struggling with the Scenario or when they are stuck with something. I will participate more in caucus time and make alliances with other nations
Friday, April 30, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Bud not Buddy is a classical book that just brings my attention. I started to read this book in 6th grade but never had a chance to finish. Now that I do and have better reading skills, I can read this book like a gentleman.
This book starts off with what I think is segregation. Bud is African American and he is the protagonist in this fascinating book. Bud is an only child with a mother that passed away and has no clue who his father is. Bud or Clarence lives in a foster home and seeks step parents. A family named the Asmoses chooses Clarence to as a foster child. Once Bud arrives at the house, the Asmoses son, Todd, starts to pick on him. He beats him up but Bud threw in some good punches. As Todd’s mom came in the room, he starts to cry and blames all the mess and bruise on his face on Bud. Now wait a minute, shouldn’t guests be treated nicely? Well unluckily for Bud, they honestly don’t care how they treat him. Mrs. Asmoses clearly takes Todd’s side f the deal and punishes Bud.
The Asmoses make Bud sleep in the shed where they kept old foster children in as said in the book. The shed is very hot and very dark. Bud sleeps through the night and in the morning wakes up to a hive of bees in the top of the shed. Hundreds of bees sting him but Bud keeps his cool and ignores the pain.
This book was taken place during the great depression. At this point of time there was a lot of segregation going on. White and colored couldn’t go to the same school, bathroom, or restaurants. This is a very interesting book and recommends it and don’t check the book late because the librarian will make you pay seven dollars if you do
This book starts off with what I think is segregation. Bud is African American and he is the protagonist in this fascinating book. Bud is an only child with a mother that passed away and has no clue who his father is. Bud or Clarence lives in a foster home and seeks step parents. A family named the Asmoses chooses Clarence to as a foster child. Once Bud arrives at the house, the Asmoses son, Todd, starts to pick on him. He beats him up but Bud threw in some good punches. As Todd’s mom came in the room, he starts to cry and blames all the mess and bruise on his face on Bud. Now wait a minute, shouldn’t guests be treated nicely? Well unluckily for Bud, they honestly don’t care how they treat him. Mrs. Asmoses clearly takes Todd’s side f the deal and punishes Bud.
The Asmoses make Bud sleep in the shed where they kept old foster children in as said in the book. The shed is very hot and very dark. Bud sleeps through the night and in the morning wakes up to a hive of bees in the top of the shed. Hundreds of bees sting him but Bud keeps his cool and ignores the pain.
This book was taken place during the great depression. At this point of time there was a lot of segregation going on. White and colored couldn’t go to the same school, bathroom, or restaurants. This is a very interesting book and recommends it and don’t check the book late because the librarian will make you pay seven dollars if you do
I would have to consider helping the United States in conquering the nuclear weapons in Pakistan. The United States is a close ally and Pakistan is one of our biggest rivals. India supports The United States idea of going inside the country of Pakistan and safely takes the nuclear weapons off the terrorist’s group hands. If this terrorist was Al-Qaeda or the Taliban then we have to act fast because that would give them a free pass to conquer the world. India doesn’t like the idea of just going in Pakistan and taking the nuclear power safe. That would make the United States look really bad and would make a couple of countries pretty mad. That would also make India look bad considering we helped the United States out. India is willing to let the United States use a military base for air support to engage these actions in a much safer, closer destination to Pakistan
Thursday, April 1, 2010
I was an outcast 3 years ago when I first moved to Livonia. I didn’t know anybody and school was right around the corner. I lived in Detroit my whole life and I wasn’t ready to move for the first time. Detroit is unsecure, unsafe, and it’s a crazy place.
That day came by so fast when the semi pulled up in our driveway. We had to put everything inside our house in to the semi. Although it took us all day, we managed to get 99 percent of all the stuff. It was night time and we were ready to leave the old house. We slept the night one more time, and in then I gave the last goodbyes and we were out of there. We arrive at the new house; we unpack everything and place it in the garage. Since our house was a little custom made and was the different house from the block, you can tell where I live right away. Our house is a three car garage door, with 4 bedrooms and three and a half baths. The day we arrived, sunny and humid, we decided to pull out some chairs, and just have a relaxing day outside our house. I see four kids coming to our house. The walk around in the street bouncing a basketball up and down. They wanted me to notice them but I wouldn’t say anything because I was the new kid.
After ten minutes they finally spoke and asked me if I wanted to play. Knees trembling, arms shaking, I said yes. Since basketball was my favorite sport I was confident I would dominate. I was in the back of the group because I had butterflies in my stomach. We walk for two minutes and we arrive at my friend’s house, knowing I would dominate these kids. We had an uneven number of people so I called my brother to play with us. He was tall and jumped really high so I wasn’t as confident as before. We play a little game of 3 on 3. They were really amazed how good I was in basketball so the next game; they started whining because they all wanted to be on the same team as me. So I picked a shy kid that didn’t talk as much and he was a bad player I wouldn’t lie. Dribbling and schooling, it came down to the last second and I score the winning basket. My mom comes after me, ready to yell, and tells me I have to go back home. I was happy I met these kids because we are still friends till this present day
That day came by so fast when the semi pulled up in our driveway. We had to put everything inside our house in to the semi. Although it took us all day, we managed to get 99 percent of all the stuff. It was night time and we were ready to leave the old house. We slept the night one more time, and in then I gave the last goodbyes and we were out of there. We arrive at the new house; we unpack everything and place it in the garage. Since our house was a little custom made and was the different house from the block, you can tell where I live right away. Our house is a three car garage door, with 4 bedrooms and three and a half baths. The day we arrived, sunny and humid, we decided to pull out some chairs, and just have a relaxing day outside our house. I see four kids coming to our house. The walk around in the street bouncing a basketball up and down. They wanted me to notice them but I wouldn’t say anything because I was the new kid.
After ten minutes they finally spoke and asked me if I wanted to play. Knees trembling, arms shaking, I said yes. Since basketball was my favorite sport I was confident I would dominate. I was in the back of the group because I had butterflies in my stomach. We walk for two minutes and we arrive at my friend’s house, knowing I would dominate these kids. We had an uneven number of people so I called my brother to play with us. He was tall and jumped really high so I wasn’t as confident as before. We play a little game of 3 on 3. They were really amazed how good I was in basketball so the next game; they started whining because they all wanted to be on the same team as me. So I picked a shy kid that didn’t talk as much and he was a bad player I wouldn’t lie. Dribbling and schooling, it came down to the last second and I score the winning basket. My mom comes after me, ready to yell, and tells me I have to go back home. I was happy I met these kids because we are still friends till this present day
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