"Humanity - Emotions that cannot be named"

Someone has gone through an autumn, a winter, and the last days of spring, and now the schoolyard has begun the bright summer days. Sitting alone on the stone bench, I began to remember the past days, remember that first day that is now only a memory, a nostalgia, nameless emotions...

I still remember, my study corner always had a yellow piece of paper pinned with the words: "University is not the only path to success, but it is the shortest path", this is a saying that I really liked when I was in school. Perhaps becoming a university student is not only my dream, but also the dream of many other young people. That is why I always make myself work hard and strive tirelessly to be able to realize that dream. Because I always think that the place where I can find new knowledge, scientific ways of working, cultivate soft skills, pursue my favorite major, the place where I will have new experiences, friends from everywhere, that is the University of Social Sciences and Humanities.

University of Social Sciences and Humanities - a school that promises new things. Receiving the university admission notice, surely everyone is happy and delighted with an extremely wonderful and dreamy result after months of hard studying and staying up all night. Tears just rolled down my cheeks and soaked them. An emotion that I will probably never forget. I have set foot on the capital countless times, but this time left so many deep emotions in my heart. It was an autumn afternoon in Hanoi, the rain was lingering in the heart of the capital, an emotion that cannot be named. It was a joyful excitement, full of pride when tomorrow I will officially set foot in the gate that I have longed for so long. But it was also a mixture of joy and sadness when having to leave my family to enter a new life with hundreds of things to worry about; from food, accommodation, to daily life...

For me, the first day of school was memorable. It was no longer the feeling of fear and shyness of a young chicken away from its mother for the first time; nor the feeling of shyness, nervousness, and anxiety like when entering middle school or high school. This time the feeling was really different, a new emotion when entering a new environment. It felt like I had grown up, my steps were firmer and I was more mature. Confidently entering a new school, full of hardships and challenges but also promising new things, full of joy and interesting experiences waiting ahead. Before my eyes was the scene of time-stained houses hidden in rows of thousand-year-old trees. It was this scene that created an ancient space imbued with the character of Hanoi, it created a unique feature that could only be felt at Nhan Van. It can be said that it has stood here as a historical witness to many generations of students growing up. And we, are the generations that are continuing that growth. Not only that, what I felt next was the friendly eyes and enthusiastic help of teachers as well as volunteer students. This gave me more confidence, it erased the distances and barriers before everything that was new to me and other new students.

Time passed by, and my feelings for the school gradually grew over the years. In addition to the enthusiastic lessons in the classroom, we also participated in the school's extracurricular activities. Here, I had the opportunity to immerse myself in the community, learn and express myself, interact and meet everyone. Through volunteer trips with the clubs, I learned more about the fates, the small lives, the disadvantaged groups who need help and are looking forward to the young generations like us. Most importantly, through such activities, I acquired new knowledge and gained a lot of experience for myself. Since when have I always felt that the Humanities common home is an indispensable part of my life, the small "I" is integrated into the large "we", the hearts here seem to become more in tune.

Perhaps, the time studying and working at the University of Humanities is a wonderful and extremely precious time for me. It is a time that makes me understand and love the school and the major I study more. And just like that, it always makes me feel confident in my choice. First of all, I always believe in the team of dedicated, highly qualified and experienced lecturers. Then, the system of modern facilities is constantly being improved such as projectors, equipment for learning and research activities... Besides, the Youth Union and the school have many exciting activities for students to participate in; not only that, there are also many policies to support students in difficult circumstances such as cutting tuition fees, creating the best conditions for them to study with peace of mind. It is these things that have created a strong motivation for all students to overcome all difficulties, be active in studying and practicing.

Have you ever asked yourself, where is your second hometown? And is it the place that has contributed to perfecting you? For me, it can be said that the University of Social Sciences and Humanities is my second hometown. Sometimes it appears in my dreams, it makes me love it, I miss it when I go home for Tet, or during summer vacations... Is it true that the longer something is attached to us, the deeper our feelings become? Is this the reason why I no longer have the habit of going home during the two weekends... The time as a student, sitting in the lecture hall is always the most beautiful time. It contains emotions, memories, it makes us more mature and perfect. Therefore, those who are students should cherish these moments. It makes us proud to say: "I have grown up like that, at Nhan Van".

And then, the summer sunlight began to soften, hidden under the leaves and gradually faded away, a gentle breeze blew through the late afternoon. A long day ended with the hustle and bustle, the worries of schoolwork in the classroom. I wandered around the schoolyard, letting my mind drift with the flow of memories, picking up every bit of memory, hiding it in my heart...

“Humanity in me” is like that, always deep emotions, cannot be named…