MUN
Last Saturday (the third of June), I attended my previous school's attempt at an MUN. I have never before in my life felt so exhausted, angry, and disappointed all at the same time. But before I get into why I felt this way towards the MUN, let me give you some context. I had never heard of what an MUN was before a friend of mine invited me to join one in April. And when I learned what an MUN is, I was ecstatic. I have always had a weird love-hate relationship with politics and international relations, and this was the perfect opportunity to finally utilize my little but decent knowledge on the subjects. But since this was in April and the MUN was in June, I had to wait for a while. During the wait, I attempted to perfect my position paper as well as learn Danish history, scouring through Danish bank documents and legal papers like a rat looking for cheese. I usually did this all at night because, thanks to school and tutors, I didn't have that much time to work on it. And I am not exaggerating or anything; I really did put in this much work. But in May, something peculiar happened: my dad stumbled upon my work and asked me a simple yet complex question: "Why don't you use ChatGPT?" This question fucking broke me. I am not a luddite; I am not against technological progress, but something about the thought of using ChatGPT to do the work for me seemed wrong, even immoral. It still seems wrong, and yet I cannot put my ideas into words; there is just a feeling of shame and guilt around it that I cannot describe. But, as with all things, I eventually forgot because I got bogged down with exams and the SAT. Then the day arrived. I will be frank, it disgusted me; the blatant cronyism and laziness appalled me, and this is coming from me, the monument to human laziness. Suffice it to say, I did not enjoy it.
