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 crazy last night and I don’t know if there was a single person who wasn’t chanting ‘one more song!’ by the end of the night.

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 the stops this year. He’d managed to find a genuinely plausible scenario that not even the delegates representing the countries involved were aware of.

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 day, overseeing disarmament and human rights 1 committee took up most of my time. It was interesting to see what they got up too, and disarmament has to be up for the liveliest committee award (which doesn’t exist by the way, just so we’re clear).

  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 the delegates arrive. Wave after wave appears with the security, admin, media, press and GA presidents being pulled in every direction. The traditionally crazy first day, it wouldn’t be MUN without it. 

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 for the very first time. Fast-forward five years along with twenty conferences later and it’s October 17th 2008. The time is 1pm and nearly all the Royal Russell students have gone home for the half term.