"Because I've fallen in love with the humanities."

After nearly two years studying at the University of Social Sciences and Humanities, I've always wondered: what have I gained from this university? If I were still a freshman, that would be an answer that would displease everyone who loves this school. But entering my second year, everything is different for me, very different. I can frankly tell everyone that I don't care much about the knowledge in textbooks or lectures given by my teachers; that only accounts for about 20% of what I need from this university. The remaining 80% is learning how to behave and live in a very "proper" way – or, to put it more broadly, life skills. My teachers at the University of Social Sciences and Humanities have given me that. That is invaluable and more precious than anything else.

At the beginning of my second year, I put myself in an ironic situation, only to realize how valuable that 80% was to me. After a relaxing summer and being somewhat satisfied with my results after the first year, I entered my second year. Ms. Thanh – my professor in the Faculty – called to inform me that I was eligible to transfer to the Faculty's high-quality class (I was in the standard class in my first year). You know, I was a second-choice student, and in my first year, I studied hard to get good results but wasn't particularly enthusiastic about my chosen faculty. I knew I had a chance to be promoted to the high-quality class from the moment I passed the English proficiency test, I met the high-quality class's graduation requirements, and after my first year, my cumulative GPA was above excellent. I knew that, and so did my classmates. My classmates often asked me: "Are you going to transfer?" I had always insisted that I wouldn't. Why? I wasn't particularly enthusiastic about my major, so why should I take nearly 20 extra credits, study more, face more pressure, and be in a class with only about ten people? I used to think that if I were in that class, I would lose my inherent dynamism and enthusiasm. I was afraid that excessive competition would lead to backstabbing and a lack of unity.

I replied to Ms. Thanh, "Thank you, but I don't wish to transfer classes." That was it! I stayed in my old class for over a month. Then I encountered some issues from my old class. Actually, it wasn't anything serious, but I knew that even if I tried to resolve things and everything was settled, for those who caused the trouble, it would only be seen as a case of "pretending to be happy while secretly resenting." I suddenly thought back to Ms. Thanh's question. I wondered, what would happen if I transferred to a new class? I realized my purpose in going to school was to learn! So, if I stayed in my old class, would I truly be able to fully concentrate on my studies when those around me were trying to create more stress and pressure for me? The answer was no. Therefore, after more than a month since the start of the school year, I requested a class transfer.

Because too much time had passed since Ms. Thanh called me, my class transfer procedure encountered some difficulties. I've never felt so confused. I didn't know where to begin. And most of all, I was afraid of being asked by the teachers why I changed my mind. I called Ms. Thanh first. She told me to write a class transfer application. Honestly, I'm terrible at writing applications. I thought about it all day and still couldn't figure out how to explain it. Then, even after writing the application, I had to go and get the signatures of the teachers teaching the specialized subjects in that semester. It was such a hassle! I hate administrative procedures. Since having to run around getting signatures and paperwork, and finally receiving help from the teachers, I've come to understand the dedication of the teachers at this university.

All the professors in the department were very enthusiastic and dedicated in guiding and encouraging me, saying that moving to the high-quality class would provide better learning conditions and a better learning environment, and that I should try harder… At that time, I felt much more relaxed. The most difficult part was when I had to meet Professor Hung – the specialist in the training department – ​​to rearrange my timetable. I hadn't interacted with him much, but all ten of my friends complained that he was strict and that they were afraid of him. I've never been afraid of any teacher; I only respect all of them. Because I think, they haven't done anything to me, so why should I be afraid? When I went to the training department to meet him, my confidence was halved. His slightly annoyed expression and stern gaze made me a little nervous. After explaining my situation, he just silently rearranged my timetable. Between us, there was only question and answer within the proper framework of work. I should have finished my task with him. However, for some reason, I went back to the training room three times in just 30 minutes, insisting that the teacher revise my timetable. The teacher still didn't say anything and revised it. On the third time, he wearily asked me, "Now, what do you want your timetable to be like?" That's probably an expression I'll never forget. Tired, annoyed, but also very approachable. When I told my friends about it, they just exclaimed, saying I was playing with fire, "reckless," and fearless… Actually, I wasn't scared at all, only felt respect and admiration for the teachers' behavior.

For me, the humanistic values ​​are the memories associated with my teachers. Their help has made me admire them even more. There were times when I felt discouraged and wanted to give up everything. I texted and called a few close teachers. At those times, listening to their stories, I felt so inadequate. There were so many challenges ahead, yet someone like me – known for being strong – was giving up so quickly? Sometimes I suddenly thought, perhaps, destiny had bound me to this school. I both hated and loved it, felt bored but also wanted to explore. Every day at school was truly a joyful day. Not only did I get to meet friends and gain knowledge, but most importantly, I learned essential life skills from my teachers and friends to become stronger in life. That's what I truly needed, that's what I truly cherished.

I like the principal because I'm so amazed by his vast knowledge; I like Ms. Hanh because of the warmth and friendliness she gives to her students; I like Mr. Hung because he shows me extraordinary willpower in his work and how he endures pressure from everything; I like Mr. Hai because of his dedication; I like Mr. Tam because he always gives me advice when I'm stressed about exams; I like Mr. Tung because he teaches me so much about life and how to live peacefully; I like Ms. Vinh because she gives me a look of confidence that I can do everything well… And so much more. I remember all of them with unbelievable clarity. All of them have helped me to behave "properly" in the social relationships I have, and it has also helped me live a more peaceful life.

Is a university degree important to you? I think a degree is important, but I value the life skills I learned at this school even more. That's something that can't be bought or exchanged. I feel happy that I know how to acquire those invaluable things. It makes me feel "rich," even though my life circumstances will never allow it. With each passing day, I grow to love this school more, in my own way. I like it that way; gathering experiences from life is much more interesting than just going to school and absorbing knowledge from books. If I had to choose again, I would definitely still choose the Faculty of Humanities. Because I've fallen in love with it!