Model UN
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Georgetown University Model UN - Feb 15-18, 2024
Photo by Ryan (2024)
Recognized by the Ambassador of Spain to the United States
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Georgetown University Model UN - Feb 15-18, 2024
Photo by Ryan (2024)
(Above) Ryan Minton and Conference Chairs, (Below) Ryan Minton with my new friend Charles Keating, Best Delegate Awardee
"Man on the Run" Ryan Minton accepting the Outstanding Delegate Award, 2/22/25
Dear Reader, allow me to pierce the veil of time and whisk you away to my world, to my day at HALLMUNC, where I, Claudius, played a pivotal role in the unfolding drama of the Division of Rome. Come, step into the shadows with me, and witness the birth of a legend...
The flickering torchlight cast long shadows across the stone walls as I, Claudius, a respected general and scholar of the Western Roman Empire, addressed the clandestine gathering. "Brothers and sisters," I began, my voice a low rumble echoing in the hushed chamber, "we stand at the precipice of a new era. Rome teeters on the brink, but within this chaos lies opportunity."
A wave of anticipation washed over the faces before me as I unveiled my audacious plan. "I have discovered an ancient Etruscan deity, Vindicor, the god of justice," I proclaimed. "His followers vanished centuries ago, but I believe their disappearance was no mere accident. They ascended to a higher plane, awaiting the moment to guide Rome back to its rightful glory."
Gasps and murmurs filled the room as I continued, my eyes burning with conviction. "We shall resurrect the cult of Vindicor! Through secret gatherings and coded messages, we will spread his word and amass a following that will shake the very foundations of this crumbling empire."
But faith alone wouldn't be enough. I needed a vehicle to carry Vindicor's message to the masses. "I have also formed a musical ensemble," I revealed, a sly grin spreading across my face. "Unum Directionum, they are called. Their melodies, infused with the spirit of Vindicor, will captivate the hearts and minds of the people."
The cult grew with astonishing speed, its tendrils reaching into every corner of the Western Roman Empire. I, the enigmatic prophet, became a symbol of hope in a time of despair. My followers, united in their devotion to Vindicor, marched under the banner of justice, their voices raised in song.
Then, one fateful night, I vanished without a trace. Panic gripped the cult, but their despair soon gave way to a fervent belief. Claudius, they proclaimed, had not died; he had ascended to join Vindicor, his mission fulfilled. The cult of Vindicor, now fueled by divine inspiration, continued its rise, its influence spreading like wildfire.
Word of a resurrected god and a missing prophet reached the ears of senators and emperors alike. Fear and fascination mingled in their hearts as they watched the cult's power grow. I, the unassuming general and writer, had become a legend, my name whispered in awe and trepidation.
And so, the Division of Rome took an unexpected turn. The cult of Vindicor, born from my mind, played a pivotal role in shaping the fate of the empire. I, the master manipulator, had achieved the impossible, leaving an indelible mark on the annals of history.
Ryan Minton (center) with fellow delegates at SSUNS 2024 in Montreal, Canada, where he was awarded the Viola Desmond Award for Advocacy. 👉👉👉 Swipe to see his Best Delegate profile pic!