"Humanities - Where the soul is nurtured"

Nhan Van welcomed me on an early autumn morning, when the summer showers were still lingering and unwilling to leave. That is why the image of Nhan Van that I love the most, that makes me most moved, is on rainy days. Like people often say: first impressions are always deep and very hard to fade. On the first day of school, it rained heavily, but that did not hide the beauty of this lovely school. The raindrops pattered, the treetops swayed as if to welcome the new members of the University of Social Sciences and Humanities.

I have been studying at this school for two years – two years is not a long time but not too short for me to feel the beauty here, from the scenery to the people under the roof of this university. I used to think that going to university would be boring, there would be no close friends who played with all their heart like in high school, there would be no teachers who I could confide in like close friends, there would be no janitor to remind us when we forgot something, or simply there would be no sandwich seller in front of the school gate who often gave us students extra meat,… But it seems that the University of Humanities has proven me wrong. University friends? Where else could I find such lovely, passionate people? It must be said that we are very compatible, there is nothing under the sun that we cannot tell each other, stories, pranks, etc. We became closer during the afternoons at school, sitting on stone benches on the AB yard, under the cool green phoenix trees reflecting on the yellow painted walls of Nhan Van, or during lunch breaks in the small classrooms of block C, eyes half-closed listening to the stories of friends we have never met, etc. And we felt really close, loved each other more than ever during the hours when you took attendance for us and during the final exams!

Talking about the teachers of the Faculty of Humanities, especially the teachers of the Faculty of Literature, there are no words to describe them all. I am only a second-year student, there are many teachers in the school that I have not studied with, but those that I have studied with are all respectable people. Each teacher has a different teaching and learning style, some teachers are easy-going but some are extremely strict. But one thing I know for sure is: all teachers love their students very much, they all want to impart the useful knowledge they have to us. At the Faculty of Humanities, there are many teachers who are old, but it is those teachers that I love and respect the most. Although they are no longer young, nor as healthy as before, the teachers still come to class every day, still confide and talk with us students, making us exclaim to each other: "The teachers are so lovely!".

Not only the friends and teachers here made me have a different perspective on university, but also the other people here made me love the school I am studying at even more. That is Uncle Mai and Sister Ut in the school canteen, although they no longer work there, but the friendly smiles and the dishes that they cooked for us every time we went to the canteen in the first year will be remembered by me forever. Another person is also very special and interesting, and every student of the University of Humanities probably knows him - that is the guy selling bread at the back gate of the school. His bread is so delicious! I am sure that the students of the University of Humanities love him not only because his bread is delicious but also because of his humorous, generous personality and witty way of speaking.

Mentioning the University of Social Sciences and Humanities in Hanoi, without mentioning the scenery and campus, is indeed a serious omission. Because the scenery here has attracted me since the first days of school. Who has ever been a student of the school, has ever walked through the gate at 336 Nguyen Trai, can forget the scenery here? The rows of green trees in the summer shade the sun, in the fall the path turns red, or in the winter they are bare and bare of leaves so that spring can sprout new buds. There are banyan trees, royal poinciana trees competing to show off their purple and red colors when the cicadas begin to chirp in the foliage, or the milk flower trees give off a strong fragrance in the fall. I also love the neat stone benches next to the tree pots, always ready to welcome us students to play, sit and enjoy snacks and tell stories to them. Anyone who wanders around the schoolyard must have giggled more than once when they see a pair of white chickens running around the neem tree in house C and always ask the question: Who is raising these chickens? Or the pigeons who come from nowhere, always picking up food in the schoolyard, and every time someone passes by, they startle and fly away. When we see these birds, we students say to each other the familiar saying: "Birds of a feather flock together". That is enough to know how much we love our school. I said, I like to watch Nhan Van on rainy days, but that does not mean I hate Nhan Van on sunny days. The sunlight through the leaves shines down on the schoolyard, the branches swaying as if dancing on the brick floor. Surely the sun must love Nhan Van very much! On those sunny days, the yard of house E looks like someone painted half white, half black - the white half is the color of the sun, and the black half is the shadow of house H casting on the schoolyard. Nhan Van is beautiful, very beautiful no matter what the weather is.

There are still many things I want to say and write about the school. Because this is where I have lived, am living and will live my beautiful youth. My youth is kept here. I have gone half way through my student life. There are only two more years left in university and lecture halls. Will I be able to discover all the beauty of my beloved Humanities in those two years? Humanities not only gives me book knowledge, equips me with the skills to enter a challenging life, but also nurtures in me a soul that knows how to love life. Therefore, not only me but all students of the School of Humanities cherish the days of studying here, so that when I graduate, thinking about Humanities will be a beautiful memory that I always want to relive and say: Thank you so much, Humanities!