"Humanities, a place to nurture talent"

    Friends have completed all university entrance exam registration forms.

I am still struggling to find a new door for my life.

Hanoi University…

University of Foreign Languages…

Or University of Social Sciences and Humanities?

I am an indecisive person and often hesitate in everything. Finally, I did as my heart told me, I chose the Faculty of Literature, University of Social Sciences and Humanities – Vietnam National University, Hanoi as the next door for my new journey.

I like literature, also love literature, love literature like a child loves breast milk, when going to university, I will definitely study literature. The leading training schools for this major are the University of Education and the University of Social Sciences and Humanities. But taking the university entrance exam is not as simple as liking it, taking the university entrance exam is like going to war, you have to understand yourself, understand others, measure your strength to register for a faculty with a moderate score, to be admitted to the faculty you like and the quality of study is not bad. 19 vs 21, compared, the chance of being admitted to the University of Humanities is still higher! So I chose the Faculty of Literature, University of Social Sciences and Humanities - Vietnam National University, Hanoi as my next destination.

I like the program “As if there had never been a separation” in journalism, media and television. I am passionate about becoming a good journalist and editor. To do that, I need to have a deep perspective on life. Literature can do that better than journalism. So I chose the Faculty of Literature, University of Social Sciences and Humanities – Vietnam National University, Hanoi as my next destination.
I love to see Hanoi at night. On hot summer evenings in June, when I come home late, I often see homeless people sleeping on Ly Nam De street. I feel sorry for them, I remember a saying of M. Gorky: “Literature is anthropology”. So I chose the Faculty of Literature, University of Social Sciences and Humanities – Vietnam National University, Hanoi as my next destination.

Passing the entrance exam to the school and becoming a new student, I look forward to the day of enrollment.

September 3, 2014 was the day I turned a new page, on my own path, I walked alone. Confused and scared, I was still too young and didn't want to grow up anymore, but around me, my friends were much older than me. The day of admission didn't leave much of an impression, I submitted my application, paid the money and left. That day, I don't know if it was luck or not, I was interviewed by the school's CMP, Ms. Phuong, a fourth-year student of the Faculty of Journalism and Communication. She was my future dream, a field reporter. When I met her, I vaguely imagined my four-year student life, free, vibrant and mature. I would work part-time to earn pocket money, learn English, learn to play the piano, volunteer, go to the library to read, borrow books and occasionally go to the dormitory to bother my friends for a few naps without going home.

The school began to appear in my mind with dynamic, young and enthusiastic students like her.

      4/9/2014

Once again I went to school, got advice on taking the entrance exam for a high-quality class – an aptitude test, an English test, very difficult and very serious.

But I'm not ready!

In the past year, I only studied three subjects: math, literature, and English, which made me afraid of biology, history, geography, physics, and chemistry, and sick of math. I was overjoyed because I thought my life would end its debt to them. But unfortunately, they appeared in my life again and this time promised to be even more terrible. Lost in my thoughts, I became even more angry because the lecturer came very late, two o'clock, then three o'clock, then three thirty, finally I saw her. She introduced herself as Hoang and would help us in the upcoming exams. I really didn't like her very much. But all the initial impressions disappeared when near the end of the conversation, I caught sight of her eyes and words, a person who passionately loved literature: "The teacher's salary is still poor, but I have never regretted following this path."

The school began to appear in my mind with teachers who loved their jobs and students, young and enthusiastic, teachers like her.

      6/9/2014

Back to school today. My first day at university. My first political lesson. I'm really bored!

I don't like politics, complicated and strange. I wonder what they are going to teach me?

But the lesson is probably not as dry, imposing and theoretical as I thought.

The school began to appear in my mind, clearer, more impressive than the previous two times.

Established in 1945, the school is old but still sits on the bustling, noisy Nguyen Trai street. If it were still located at 19 Le Thanh Tong, it would certainly look ancient and proud by now.

Unlike my old primary, secondary and high schools, the school had gone through the most difficult and arduous years. French bombs and then American bombs forced generations of students in the school to evacuate. At times like that, the school must have been very sad. Then the singing drowned out the sound of bombs, the students of the School of Social Sciences and Humanities, despite the lack of food and clothing, having to use piles of rice as chairs, and their legs and thighs as tables, were still optimistic, loved life, and firmly believed in waiting for the day to return to the classroom.

Many times, the school witnessed the passing of young soldiers like Le Anh Xuan, Chu Cam Phong, etc., unable to hold back tears.

"The one who leaves first does not look back

Behind the sunny porch, leaves fall all over"

The war has gone, an old generation has passed and new generations will continue, old bamboo will grow new bamboo, that is the law of nature. The University of Social Sciences and Humanities has changed dramatically since 1995.

Instead of the nostalgic voice of the vice principal, there was an enthusiastic, youthful, fresh, humorous, and energetic voice of the Deputy Secretary of the Youth Union, Ms. Mai Lan. Perhaps her appearance was a bit old for me to call her “sister”, but with her ageless soul and fresh smile, she became our companion. My dream of becoming an active university student was not wrong, and Ms. Mai Lan was the one who guided all my desires, which began to ignite from the first moment I heard her speak.

We got to know each other by playing an interesting game: pinching ears, cheeks, touching faces, putting our arms around each other's shoulders, etc. Her appearance broke the quiet atmosphere from the previous class.

The school began to appear in my mind again with the introduction of Ms. Lan. A Youth Union with young, dynamic people. A Student Association that always works selflessly.

Eleven talented, professional clubs.

SOL – arts club.

AC – English Club

Xung Kich - a community club with green volunteer shirts where everyone is like a bird wanting to spread their wings and fly everywhere, bringing joy to every home.

CMP – the journalism and media club – is always present in all big and small school programs to write articles, report news, and edit films like real journalists, reporters, cameramen, announcers, and editors.

RUMBO – cheerleading club…

The students of the new generation build society, country, school in their own way, full of ambition.

September 7, 2014 was an interesting day among other interesting days at my new school. Today I met my homeroom teacher, whom we now call an academic advisor in college. He arrived earlier than I thought and had a conversation that lasted two hours and thirty minutes. It was not a boring conversation. He told me about his experiences and beautiful memories when he was our age. The first day he came from his hometown, student Pham Van Hung always had his father following him everywhere, his first birthday in his life was spent with friends, staying in the dormitory and having to carry his motorbike, climbing over the fence to sleep at his friend's house after coming home late, the days when he and his roommate shared the cleaning duty, pooled money to buy a three thousand dong meal to eat and drink to their heart's content,... Only we, as students, can know those beautiful memories. So that when time passes, we can still smile with satisfaction every time we remember them.

I don't know what the four years of university will be like, what the future path ahead will be like, but in this university, I believe that the four years of my life will not be wasted. My 18th birthday is here.