"A beautiful memory of the future"

Time flies by so quickly. It seems like only yesterday I was a little girl being cared for by my parents, and now I'm a third-year student at the University of Social Sciences and Humanities. Three years isn't a very long time in a person's life, but these three years at this university have brought about significant changes in my life.

When I was a student, I always dreamed of becoming a student at the University of Humanities, a school with a rich history that has produced countless talented individuals for the country. And then that dream came true. I will never forget the feeling of holding the acceptance letter in my hands; the overwhelming happiness was indescribable. Then, the first day of university arrived. My father and I woke up early, had breakfast, and then he took me to the school to complete the registration. I was truly surprised to learn that my father would be waiting outside, and I would be going in alone, carrying a large sum of money and all my important documents. Just the night before, he had come to my room to remind me to double-check that all my documents were complete and that nothing was missing. And today, I would have to do everything myself, without him. So, I'm a student now. From this point on, I'll have to walk this path on my own. My parents won't be walking with me anymore; now, they'll just stand there and watch over me. I'll have to walk my own path, make my own decisions, and take responsibility for my own life. I'm an adult now.

Gradually, I adapted to life at the Faculty of Humanities. I quickly made friends and caught up with the credit-based learning system and course registration process. For the first time in my life, I stayed up all night, sitting at my computer, my eyes glued to the screen, my hands never leaving the mouse and the F5 key. No matter how much I begged and pleaded, the "portal" staff would smile kindly and say, "Please come back later." But even that was a blessing; sometimes they would slam the door shut, leaving us bewildered and confused. Once we got through the "gate," the "mouse" would go full speed, everyone would click, followed by prayers hoping for a successful registration. The schedule came twice a year, and the staff never missed an appointment. Thanks to them, Facebook became lively, we had the chance to meet up, and registering for courses was as fun as a festival. Perhaps, 10 or 20 years from now, at every class reunion, we will still talk about course registration, about the nights we stayed up late together, clicking away, squeezing through that tiny door, crying when the portal crashed, and laughing together when we successfully registered…

At the Faculty of Humanities, what impressed me most was the teaching staff. I was impressed not only by their deep and broad scientific knowledge but also by their dedication to helping students. I still remember when the faculty launched a scientific research project, my friend and I joined in, even though we were just beginners, having only learned a few simple psychological concepts. We were very excited, and the vision was very grand, but in the end, it narrowed down to a tiny field, and we struggled to complete it. We didn't know anything, and everything had to be explained from scratch. More than once, we felt tired and wanted to give up. Moreover, other groups in the class had already given up, leaving only the two of us; this only made us more discouraged. At that time, what gave us the strength to continue and see it through to the end was the enthusiasm of our supervising lecturer. Even though we were clueless and completely clueless about everything we asked, the professor still patiently guided us, step by step. Thanks to his dedicated help, we completed our research project. Although there are still many areas that need improvement, I am satisfied with our work. We didn't give up and continued to see it through.

During my three years of university, there were times when I felt dissatisfied with the school's curriculum. My friends were already exposed to specialized knowledge, while I, in my third year, was still stuck on general subjects like general sociology, general religious studies, general anthropology, general Vietnamese history… When would I finally get to study my major? I entered the university to become a psychologist, not a historian or sociologist, so why did I have to study these subjects? That question lingered in my mind day after day, and my frustration and desire to study my major grew stronger. Then I found the answer for myself… One day, while out with my family and my parents' friends, I surprised them with my social knowledge and ability to analyze social events. At that time, I was very proud of myself, proud to be a humanities student. If I weren't a humanities student, how would I have known that knowledge, how could I have put forward such sharp arguments?

At the University of Humanities, I not only learned specialized knowledge but also valuable life lessons. My teachers often taught me, "As students of the University of Humanities, you must live in a way that lives up to the name 'Humanities,' being beautiful both in appearance and soul, and contributing positively to society." I will forever cherish these words. I will strive to live and study in a way that is worthy of being a student of the University of Humanities – a leading, prestigious university with a long tradition.

That's still not enough to express my feelings for the Faculty of Humanities. Here, we, generations of students, have been given wings to our dreams, allowing us to step into a wondrous world. Even after graduating and becoming successful, I will always remember my beloved Faculty of Humanities.