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this weekend legitimately flew by. i recall sitting in opening ceremonies yesterday afternoon anticipating a long weekend. the time between then and now, sitting in my bed, blogging, seems like an eternity. i am both thrilled and utterly shocked at the velocity of time. each moment, when observed individually, is an eternity, but when strung together, the details are lost. i’ll soon forget the intricate epiphanies i had during plenary. i won’t be able to remember who i ate with. if i remembered everything from this weekend, from everyday of my life, i would be driven insane by the details.

but what i’ve gotten out of this weekend is something that i hope to whatever deity may or may not exist will not leave my mind. i hope that the reminder of what this club represents to me is never forgotten. enough time passes between each congress for me to remember why i continue forcing my body to run on low energy with aching limbs: i do it for my mind. i do it for my voice. i do it for the fact that a few words can make a big difference.

it really comes down to words. their impact is often disregarded on a day to day basis. but these weekends, they are everything. they serve as a precious reminder to the power one has when they speak.

i hope to take all of my second and third place awards with me as i go to school. i may not be the best, but i’ve played my role to the best of my ability in UMC. i find myself slowly fading out of the culture of the club as younger delegates step in with more energy than i can remember having. it’s this exact reason i continue attending these weekends.

the club itself is one of a kind, and i will always believe that. though cyclic in its nature, i am coming to the end of my own circle. i am beginning to see the entire journey this club provides, and it’s been an honor to be a part of such an environment. i continue to return to my bed with an enlightened mind and exhausted body, but i really wouldn’t have it any other way.