"Beautiful memories of the future"

Time flies, just yesterday I was still a little girl being taken care of by my parents, and now I am a third year student at the University of Social Sciences and Humanities. Three years is not a long time compared to a person's life, but three years at this school have created big changes in my life.

When I was a student, I always dreamed of becoming a student of the Faculty of Humanities, a student of a school with a long history, which has trained many talented people for the country. And then that dream came true, I can never forget the feeling of holding the admission letter of the school in my hand, the feeling of overwhelming happiness, no words can describe my feelings at that time. Then the first day of university came, that day my father and I woke up very early, had breakfast and then my father took me to the school to do the paperwork. At that time, I was really surprised to know that my father would wait outside, and I would go in there to do the paperwork alone, I would hold a large sum of money and all my important documents. Just last night, my father came to my room to remind me to check if the documents were complete, if there was anything missing, but today I would have to do everything by myself, without my father. So I am a student now, from now on, I will have to walk this path by myself, my parents will not walk with me anymore, now, they will just stand there and watch me. I will have to walk by myself, make my own decisions, take responsibility for my own life. I am an adult now.

Gradually, I also adapted to life at Nhan Van, I quickly made friends, caught up with the way of studying credits and how to register credits. For the first time in my life, I stayed up all night, sitting next to the computer, eyes never leaving the screen, hands never leaving the mouse and the f5 button. No matter how I begged and cried, the "portal" guy smiled gently and did not forget to say "please come back later". But that was still happiness, sometimes he even slammed the door, despite the bewildered eyes not understanding what was happening. Then once through the "door", the "mouse" was able to operate at full speed, everyone tried their best to "stimulate", followed by prayers in the hope of recording success. When the appointment came, twice a year, he was never late, thanks to him, Facebook had a chance to be bustling, brothers had a chance to reunite, registering credits was as fun as going to a festival. Perhaps, 10 or 20 years from now, in every class reunion, we will still mention the credit registration, the days of staying up all night together, clicking the mouse together, squeezing through the tiny door together, crying together when the "portal" collapsed, laughing together when the registration was successful...

At the Faculty of Humanities, what impressed me most was the faculty. I was impressed with the teachers not only because they had deep and broad scientific knowledge but also because they were always dedicated to helping students. I still remember when the faculty launched a scientific research initiative, my friend and I also followed suit, participating even though we were just newbies, learning a few simple psychological concepts. We were both very excited, the prospect at that time was also very big, but in the end, we were limited to a tiny field, yet we still struggled to do it, not knowing anything, having to explain everything from the beginning. More than once, we felt tired, wanted to give up, wanted to stop here. Moreover, the other groups in the class had also given up, leaving only the two of us; that made us even more discouraged. At that time, what gave us enough strength to continue and go all the way was the enthusiasm of our instructor. Even though we didn't know anything and were at a loss for words, he still kindly guided us, little by little. Thanks to his dedicated help, we completed our research project. Although there were still many points that weren't really good, I was satisfied with my work. We didn't give up and continued to the end.

During my three years of study, there were times when I felt dissatisfied with the school's training program. My friends had all been exposed to specialized knowledge, but I, in my third year, was still stuck in general subjects, such as general sociology, general religious studies, general anthropology, general Vietnamese history... When would I be able to study a major? I went to school to become a psychologist, I didn't want to become a historian or a sociologist, so why did I have to study these subjects? That question kept lingering in my mind day after day, my frustration and desire to study a major grew stronger and stronger. Then I found the answer for myself... One day, while hanging out with my family and my parents' friends, I surprised my parents and uncles with my social knowledge and my ability to analyze social events. At that time, I was very proud of myself, proud of being a student of Humanities. If I wasn't a student of Humanities, how could I know that knowledge, how could I come up with such sharp arguments?

At the University of Humanities, I not only learned professional knowledge, but also learned lessons about being a human being. Teachers often taught me that “as students of Humanities, you must live in a way that is worthy of the word “Humanities”, be a beautiful person in both appearance and soul, and be a useful person to society”. I will always remember what my teachers taught me. I will try to live and study to be worthy of being a student of the University of Humanities - a key, leading, prestigious and long-standing university.

That much cannot express all my feelings for Nhan Van. Here, we, each generation of students, are given wings to our dreams to step into a magical world. In the future, even when I graduate and grow up, I will always remember my beloved Nhan Van school.