"A small corner in my heart"

The first rays of summer sun streamed through the classroom window, the cicadas began to sing, and I knew summer was approaching. Summer brings farewells to the school years for students. Summer brings separation, summer brings longing. As a third-year university student, I'm beginning to understand the feeling of parting with friends. And I feel that moment drawing closer.

Looking back on the past three years, so many emotions flood my mind. There were the initial moments of bewilderment when I first stepped through the gates of the University of Social Sciences and Humanities – the school I had dreamed of attending and studying at. There were anxieties, mixed with overwhelming joy at officially becoming a member of the humanities community. In the early days of school, unfamiliar with the campus and classrooms, I received so much help from my teachers and friends. The teachers were very friendly, enthusiastic, and thoughtful towards students. For those new to Hanoi and without accommodation, the teachers helped find rooms and assisted with enrollment procedures. Most of the students came from distant provinces to study at university in Hanoi, so everyone was very understanding, sharing difficulties and overcoming them together. My friends were so friendly and sociable; even after only a week or two, I felt like I'd known them for a long time. Three years of studying together, hanging out together, and understanding each other's personalities, I realize that thanks to the Faculty of Humanities, I've gained some precious and admirable friends. We were together, going to class together every day, gathering to chat and confide in each other, and working in groups. I still vividly remember the first night registering for courses; our group of six friends stayed up all night at the computer to register, with the sole goal of studying together. And so it continued, every semester. We were always a group that progressed together, even though it was a credit-based system, we studied together every day, met up every day, and never ran out of things to talk about. We shared everything, both joys and sorrows, and went through life together. There were nights when we hugged each other and cried because one of us had family problems, or another was heartbroken over a relationship. The joys and sorrows continued, and time quietly passed. We grew closer and closer, and we didn't want to leave this school, our teachers, and our friends.

Right now, I feel so sad. I'm afraid of losing something that has formed within me without me even realizing it. I'm afraid of leaving a place I sometimes intensely dislike and don't want to face. I'm afraid of saying goodbye to the friends who used to go to school with me every day and chat endlessly across continents. We'll be far apart, each in a different place, hundreds of kilometers apart. Who knows when we'll see each other again? Therefore, more than ever, we cherish and treasure every moment we spend studying together, hanging out together, sitting together in the lecture hall. Those days are gradually fading away, but the friendship in our hearts grows closer and stronger. True love will never change, because if an image is in the heart, it will never disappear. And longing cannot be measured, whether little or much. Today, tomorrow, the day after, and forever, the feelings will never end. In the present or the future, the image in my heart will only become more vivid and clear. The memories will grow stronger with time, and what we, the teachers and students, have shared will remain forever, always cherishing beautiful recollections of the past.

Leaving this school, each of us goes our separate ways, each to a different corner of the world, each with our own path and everything unique. But I know that our teachers will always be here, always keeping our images in a small corner of their hearts, still smiling when we succeed and are happy. Perhaps no words can fully express it, but I want to thank the Faculty of Humanities for allowing me to meet wonderful teachers, good friends, and for lessons I will never forget.