The cool morning air invaded the warmth of the car as I opened the door. The cold licked at my legs, turning into a shiver as it crawled up my skin. I stepped out of the car slowly, making sure that my heels were in solid contact with the pavement. Now fully out of the car, the cold made its presence fully known to me. I pulled my thin blazer tighter around myself, once again regretting my decision to wear a dress. I waddled slowly to the back of the car, and pulled my duffle bag out with a soft grunt, setting the strap on my shoulder. I stepped back onto the pavement, readjusting the heavy duffel bag propped up on my shoulder, then struggling to find a comfortable position in which to hold my handbag. Propped up high above the group on my heeled shoes, and weighed down by my bags, I followed my friends into the doors of the hotel. The bright interior of the hotel sparkled in comparison to the slumbering downtown Seattle. The hotel lobby was littered with small groups of people here and there, most of them vacationing guests. For a short while, our small group stuck out like a sore thumb, nine young teenagers all dressed up in business attire in the lobby. Aside from the hotel staff, we were the only ones dressed in formal attire. We arrived much too early, and so we sat around in the lobby after we deposited our bags in a locked room.
Soon, the city started waking up and more young teens dressed formally started to pour into the hotel. The sea of black, with a few colored specks, slowly filled the opening ceremony hall. Chatter filled the filled room, everyone is excited for the next two days. Soon, the members of the committee filed up onto the stage and took their seats. The secretary-general, took his place at the podium on the center of the stage. He stood, facing the sea of eager faces, and addressed us. The opening ceremony droned on, with the guest speaker droning on and on. Soon, the secretary-general once again took his place at the podium. He surveyed the crowd, leaning into the microphone, he gave up what we had all been waiting for. "I declare PACMUN 2015 officially in session!" The flood gates opened, and the sea of black poured out. Slowly, like flies they all buzzed off to different rooms for their separate committee sessions. My friends and I, our club's nine members, dispersed towards the respective rooms in which our committees were in. This year, the conference felt a bit different to us members of the club and to me as well. The creators of our club, four very amazing people, had just graduated the year before, leaving us with the club. It was this year, that we were standing on our own feet without the support of our seniors. It was a little scary, but we all wanted to meet their expectations and go beyond that. That is why this conference was special to us. As for me, this would be the first year that I would be in a committee with a whole bunch of people that I have not met before. That was honestly very scary. Bu...
