I always get a little bit emotional whenever I watch Hook. It reminds me far too much of my own childhood, where I could spend endless hours with my own imagination. I'd make a laptop out of my heavy blue notebook, following my mother around and pulling out it out whenever we had even a few … Continue reading Two and a half thoughts from Thanksgiving eve
"...at no point did I think to myself, coming into NERMAL, that I was an expert or some kind of veteran. I knew I had improved a lot, but being a solo delegation is hard work and that's what I was. So I shrugged my shoulders, took a deep breath, walked into the room with a big smile on my face and my name tag on my blazer and starting playing the role of a world-class delegate (model sims are a great example of "faking it 'til you make it" for those of us with diplomatic aspirations). Ya Allah, khair: it's been a hard semester. The universe has tested me at every turn; it's stretched me thin enough that the figurative perforations were inevitable, shoved me through the emotional wringer and threatened to reverse all the progress I've made over the past couple of years." Getting that little piece of paper handed to me this afternoon meant more than I can articulate. But I tried to articulate it anyway.