"Humanity - Emotions that cannot be named"

Someone has experienced autumn, winter, and the final days of spring, and now the school grounds are bathed in the dazzling summer sun. Sitting alone on a stone bench, I begin to reminisce about the past, about that beginning that is now just a memory, a longing, a stream of nameless emotions…

I remember my study corner always had a yellow piece of paper pinned to it with the words: "University is not the only path to success, but it is the shortest one." This is a quote I deeply cherished during my time in university. Perhaps becoming a university student wasn't just my dream, but also the dream of countless other young people. Therefore, I always pushed myself to strive and work tirelessly to achieve that dream. Because I always believed that the place where I could find new knowledge, learn scientific working methods, hone my soft skills, pursue my favorite field, and have new experiences and friends from all over the world, was the University of Social Sciences and Humanities.

The University of Social Sciences and Humanities – a school promising new experiences. Receiving an acceptance letter to university is undoubtedly a moment of happiness and joy, a dreamlike achievement after months of arduous studying and sleepless nights. Tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision. It's an emotion I'll probably never forget. I've set foot in the capital countless times, but this time left such profound emotions in my heart. It was a Hanoi autumn afternoon, with rain falling in the heart of the capital, an emotion that's hard to put into words. It was a feeling of exhilaration and pride, knowing that tomorrow I would officially step through the gates I'd longed for for so long. But it was also a mix of joy and sadness, of leaving my family and embarking on a new life with hundreds of things to worry about; from food and shelter to daily routines…

For me, my first day of school was truly memorable. It wasn't the fear and shyness of a young chick leaving its mother for the first time; nor the timidity, nervousness, and anxiety of entering middle or high school. This time, the feeling was completely different, a new emotion entering a new environment. I felt like I had grown up, my steps were firmer, and I felt more mature. I confidently stepped into a new school, full of challenges but also promising new things, joy, and exciting experiences awaiting me. Before me was the scene of time-worn buildings peeking out from among thousand-year-old trees. This very scene created an ancient atmosphere, deeply rooted in Hanoi, a unique charm that could only be felt at the University of Humanities. It could be said that it stood here as a historical witness, observing the growth of countless generations of students. And we, are the generations continuing that growth. Not only that, what I also felt was the friendly gaze and dedicated help from the teachers and the volunteer students. This boosted my confidence, removing the barriers and obstacles to everything that was new to me and other freshmen.

Time passed, and my affection for the university grew stronger with each passing year. Besides the passionate and dedicated lectures in the classroom, we also participated in extracurricular activities. Here, I had the opportunity to immerse myself in a group, learn and express myself, and interact with everyone. Through volunteer trips with various clubs, I learned about the lives of many underprivileged individuals and vulnerable groups in need of help, who were relying on young people like us. Most importantly, through these activities, I gained new knowledge and valuable experience. I've come to feel that the Faculty of Humanities is an indispensable part of my life; my small self has become integrated into the larger community, and the hearts here seem to resonate with one another.

Perhaps the time I spent studying and participating in activities at the Faculty of Humanities was the most wonderful and precious time for me. It was a time that made me understand and love the school and my major even more. And in doing so, it always made me feel confident in my choice. First and foremost, I always trusted the dedicated, highly qualified, and experienced faculty. Secondly, I trusted the modern and constantly improving facilities, such as projectors and equipment for learning and research. Besides that, the student union and the school organized many vibrant activities for students to participate in; not only that, there were also many policies to support students in difficult circumstances, such as tuition fee reductions and creating the best conditions for them to focus on their studies. These things created a strong motivation for all students to overcome difficulties and actively pursue their studies and training.

Have you ever asked yourself where your second home is? And could it be the place that has helped shape you into the person you are today? For me, I can say that the University of Social Sciences and Humanities is my second home. It sometimes appears in my dreams, it makes me love and miss it during Tet holidays or summer breaks… Is it true that the longer something is connected to us, the deeper the feelings become? Perhaps this is why I no longer have the habit of going home for the two weekend days off… The time spent as a student, sitting in the lecture halls, is always the most beautiful time. It holds emotions, memories, and it makes us more mature and complete. Therefore, those who are students should cherish these moments. It makes us proud to say: "I have grown up like this, at the University of Social Sciences and Humanities."

And then, the summer sun began to soften, hiding behind the leaves and gradually fading away, a gentle breeze blowing through the fading afternoon. A long day ended with its worries and anxieties about schoolwork. I wandered the campus, letting my mind drift along with the stream of memories, gathering little bits of recollection, and hiding them in my heart…

"Humanism within me" is like that, always filled with profound emotions that cannot be put into words...