"My father"

I remember two years ago, it was 3 AM in my small rented room, the weather was very cold, but I was still diligently writing. Ideas kept popping into my head, along with the teacher's lectures that were etched in my mind, making me lose track of time. As a result, I didn't finish my essay until 5 AM so I could submit it to the teacher early the next morning.

That is one of the most memorable experiences from my student days, a memory deeply connected to my respected teacher – Professor Tô Long.

I've always been an energetic girl who loves business, so when I learned that my program included a course on "Introduction to Business Administration," I was very interested. I gave this course special priority, investing a lot of time and effort to study it to the best of my ability. At the end of the semester, I achieved an impressive grade. The feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment as a student is inevitable, but even more significant was the image of my respected professor.

Many times during class breaks, I would talk to my teacher about my thoughts on life. He always listened and gave me helpful advice, inspiring me to think and act. Even though I'm no longer his student, I still keep in touch and ask for his opinion on my life plans.

Perhaps few people believe or know about my unique circumstances. My parents divorced when I was young, and growing up as a girl lacking a father's affection, I always felt a lack of guidance and support whenever I stumbled in life. Yet, I felt more secure being your student.

At university, I felt incredibly fortunate to receive the love and care of my professors. For me, the life of a student became more beautiful than ever when I felt like their daughter. I once told my professor that, to me, he was like a father always ready to listen to his talkative little child's complaints and worries, while I was always ready to tell him about the changes in my life—my studies, my friends, even my romantic relationships.

I am well aware that my professor is very busy, and besides me, he has many other students. Therefore, I try my best not to interfere with his work. However, since becoming his student, I have never once spoken to him without feeling happy. Even when I feel down and depressed, talking to him always lifts my spirits.

Many times my friends would ask me if I was his niece or relative, wondering why he was so kind to me. I would always smile brightly and confidently tell everyone that I was his student. A true student, I respected him, and both in the classroom and in life outside of it, I considered him a role model.

I don't know much about him, but because of the car he drives, many people tell me he's very rich. This only makes me appreciate him more because of his simplicity and approachability. I also know quite a few students from his department, and they all share my opinion. In many school activities, especially the football tournament, I really appreciate the sight of teachers and professors cheering on their students. He's the same; he always makes time to come to the stadium, even when he's very busy. His presence gives the students extra motivation.

Time flies so fast. Now I'm a final-year student, and my past experiences have helped me understand my teacher's teachings even more deeply. The setbacks I've faced in life in Hanoi have made me stronger, and I appreciate life even more. I'm still preparing myself day by day for my beloved university, the University of Social Sciences and Humanities. I feel a great sense of responsibility, especially since my teacher once said he was proud to have a student like me. Every time I achieve something, I want to show it to him immediately to make him happy; I do this like a little child wanting to please their father in the smallest ways.

For me, the Humanities is like this: the sacred and precious bond between teacher and student. Here, I learned knowledge from my teachers and how to live a life that benefits myself and the community. I want to turn the dreams and plans I shared with my teacher into reality. I hope that one day, when I am grown up, I will come to meet my teacher and my happy little family so that he can always be proud of me.

I want to tell you, teacher, "Even when I grow up and become busy, I will always remember you. I will tell my children about the lessons you taught me, and teach them to respect and be polite to their teachers."

Thank you very much, teacher!