"Oh, humanity!"

Entering the Faculty of Humanities as a studentAs a second-choice student, I wasn't particularly enthusiastic about the university and intended to retake the entrance exam for my favorite school. Even now, I still think I was very emotional and impulsive back then. At 18, with so many dreams and ambitions, but also a lot of ego and pride, I felt embarrassed in front of my classmates for failing the university entrance exam. But perhaps that feeling of embarrassment is now a thing of the past. The Faculty of Humanities, in my mind, is now so much greater and more magnificent. Four years of university at the Faculty of Humanities were filled with emotions and memories. The teachers and friends at the Faculty of Humanities lived, studied, and worked in a humane way, true to its name. I feel proud to have matured so much after my time participating in student organizations. I feel confident with the knowledge and skills I've acquired. I feel I am living a humane life.

My friends, who attend other schools, including some I'd always dreamed of, shook their heads in disappointment. They said, "You only know what's really going on once you're under the covers." It's all about being fed up inside and longing outside. But I didn't feel that way. I found myself loving the Humanities even more after each class.

I probably won't have as much free time as I did in my student years, and I probably won't be as carefree as I was in my student years.

Oh, humanity!