Thank you for my life

Dear parents!

The weather recently makes people feel uncomfortable and tired. The feeling of being away from home and being sick without the care of my parents, although it has been almost 5 years, but every time like that, I miss my parents so much. That said, every time like that, I call my mother or text my father to tell them all about things here - in this capital, to satisfy my longing. In this humid, rainy and cold weather, I want to write something - a diary of my nearly two years in Hanoi.

Sometimes in my free time, I sit and think about many things about life, about what I hear and see every day. I remember at the end of high school, just because I chose a school, how much effort my father had to put in so that now I am satisfied with that decision. I still remember when I was young and didn't know what to study in the future, my father guided me to study math, physics, and chemistry. But my stubborn daughter chose to study subjects that my father didn't like very much, and then I applied and took the History exam myself. Although I didn't show any attitude, I knew my father wasn't very happy. Then I passed, thinking back, when I looked at my report card, my father was even more nervous than me. I officially left home and was just like a "lodger" that my father jokingly called me every time I came home. In grade 12, I took the excellent student exam and won a prize, my father advised me to study pedagogy. Once again, our opinions differed. Sometimes I studied Law, sometimes Journalism and Propaganda, causing my father a lot of trouble. But one day I came across the name of the University of Social Sciences and Humanities - VNU, so I photocopied the documents and asked my father for his opinion. Do you remember what he said at that time? I still remember clearly: "With your personality, I think it's more suitable for you to come here." Actually, my grandmother said that my personality was similar to yours. I decided to choose "Humanities".

The day when father and daughter braved the rain to find the school was also very difficult, wasn’t it, Dad? Although Dad was familiar with the streets of Hanoi, it took him a while to ask around before he found the school. The daughter happily shouted, “There’s my school, Dad.” Turning to the school, Dad nodded in approval.

The day I entered school also rained. But the joy of doing the procedures to become a student of the school I had chosen was much more fun with that unpleasant weather. I also easily found a room thanks to the volunteers. At that time, I thought that next year I would definitely be like them: enthusiastic and friendly. Looking at the school after the rainy days, it was not too big, but maybe because of that, I felt more connected. It was good not to think of myself as small in a vast space and then feel lonely, right, Dad? That day, I also got to know many friends from different provinces, including a few from my hometown. The feeling of asking each other where they were from and then suddenly realizing that they were from the same hometown as me was so strange, and I understood that love for one's homeland also originated from such small things.

The first lesson was not as stressful as I thought. Although the class size was really large, compared to twenty students in a high school class, I had to sit in a large space with many more people, but instead the lecturer's words overwhelmed the initial surprise. I calmed down and listened attentively to the lecture - a different way of teaching but the enthusiasm in each lecture was still the same. I learned to listen and read more. The room was large but fully equipped and each time the discussion was lively, it really made me very excited and satisfied.

The first year passed, there was joy and sadness. In the early days, I often called my mother to confide in, but gradually I also had close friends to confide in. My mother was not jealous but was very happy when I showed off to my father. Because I needed to be more independent, in my parents' loving hearts, I was still very young, still the child who was sick at night and my father carried me to get vaccinated every day, not much older than Hai Anh, but I knew that one day I would have to earn money and pay for my life. When I went to school, listening to the teachers and seeing the examples at school directly helped me change my thinking like that. Studying in that environment, I learned not only knowledge but through observation, I actually learned more than I thought at first. Every morning, I made a habit of waking up earlier, going to school and looking at the school. But the strange thing is that every day the image in the school added something very special. Some days I wondered why my school was so quiet? There were days when I saw it shining and sparkling in the morning summer sunlight. I also felt sad when the ball in the middle of the school yard was still there the day before but the next day it was gone. I remember hearing my senior introduce the place where the ball was placed as the "spiritual place" of the school. The ball was placed in the middle of a round water tank that my friend had introduced as a "small pond" that I could not imagine why there was a pond in the middle of the school yard. In reality, it was much more beautiful, Dad. It was a pity, but when it was removed, the school yard looked so spacious. If it was a spiritual place, even if the outside was removed, it would still be there, right Dad? And every time I came home from school at night, that place would be the most vibrant area of ​​the school even after the sun had set. The lights illuminated the dance steps of the Rumbo team, along with the activities of other clubs in the school. My school is also very active in addition to studying. Even though I do not have the talent to participate in those activities, I still feel proud of those activities. If you need encouragement, I'm ready to take the lead.

But the biggest thing that makes me not regret and satisfied when studying at that school is that it is a real school. When studying, teachers and students are enthusiastic, when taking exams, they are serious and there are many talented people. It is really a suitable environment for me, Dad. I learned how to work in a group effectively, when all members work equally and are happy when recognized by teachers, teachers and friends. At first, it was really difficult and there were many surprises, but now I know and can apply it not only in studying but also in the part-time working environment now, it has helped me feel more confident. At that time, I felt very lucky to have chosen a school that I love and have been attached to for a long time, even though sometimes I was discouraged by the difficulties. That pride grows every day when I witness the beautiful expressions of the students every day.

Now that I am about to finish my second year at this school, I still assure you that I did not choose the wrong school. I believe that you also believe in that and always hope that I will study and train well at this school.

The weather is getting colder, maybe the rain brings the monsoon. The weather is harsh but life in the future will be much more difficult. I will try to train well to create the best luggage for the future. That was my promise when I entered university. And I am still keeping that promise. Mom and Dad, please stay healthy and always follow my path.

Daughter loves parents so much!