"Humanity in me is a passion"

The September sun dried the sadness of the girl who had just failed the university entrance exam. The place where she had applied and had placed high hopes for a bright future had closed its gate. The girl knew that she had not really tried her best, and she could not blame anyone because she herself had not tried to achieve her goal.

Then she struggled with the forks in the road. The paths and choices were made. Stay home and continue studying for the exam? Choose a school with her second choice and then study there? She hesitated with her decision. Because there were still many things that made her wonder. She had put away her university application at the School of Humanities in the drawer, instead she submitted her application to the Police Department - as her parents wanted.
She blamed herself for not being steadfast in her desire. Now, she had let down the expectations of her parents, teachers, and the regretful clicks of her friends who had always thought she would succeed. When everything has happened, people start to feel regretful and sing the song “If only…”

Receiving the university entrance exam score sheet in her hand, she did not hesitate to fill in the blank with the name of the University of Social Sciences and Humanities. She had missed her chance once in the past, and she would not allow herself to regret it the second time. “Vietnamese Studies” was the major she chose to place her future on.
Then the second choice application files of those who shared the same “fate” as her - failed NV1 - were updated daily on the school’s website. Most of them submitted their scores from the Police schools. Only in my situation could one feel the tension and suspense every time the score list was updated with more applications. The sky-high scores kept pushing her ranking down “miserably”. This feeling was even more “suffocating” than the time she waited for the Police school website to upload the scores and it kept reporting Error.

And luckily, her name was still on the school's NV2 admission list. That's it! If she missed this opportunity, she would have collapsed.

And on September 21, 2014, she officially became a new student of the Vietnamese Studies Department at the University of Social Sciences and Humanities. Hanoi welcomed the new students with a rain shower all day long. But no matter, she was already happy inside, the rain added a little excitement.

She lived in the heart of Humanity from that day on…

Humanity in her is a blue sky!

She loved the early mornings at Nhan Van. Every morning she tried to arrive the earliest, the feeling of being alone in the atmosphere was wonderful. Everything was always the freshest, every time like that, she felt more confident in her future than ever.

She was impressed with the wall at the mezzanine staircase leading from the 5th floor of Building G. There were many pen marks on it. Don't be too strict about using pens to draw on the wall. Very few people set foot there, and each word had different stories of different people, they were all trying to talk to Nhan Van, probably because they still couldn't find anyone to share with.

The late afternoon at Nhan Van was strangely quiet. In the early days, she liked to stay late, sit on a stone bench, listen to music and watch people. Everyone was a stranger, but they all looked lovable and easy to love. She didn't know why she could sit for hours just to look at everything in the school. Ah, so this was Nhan Van, now her home, where she would live during the months away from her family, the place that would help her continue on her life path. There were difficulties, there were stumbles, but she still believed that it would not turn its back on her.

The first few classes were also the first time she listened to lectures from people called Doctors and Masters. They were all knowledgeable people with a wide range of knowledge. She imagined that they would be strict and serious lecturers. But she was wrong, she couldn't believe that they were lecturers. How could they be so friendly, and so dedicated? Even the lecturer of Philosophy, who was nearly 60 years old, was still enthusiastic about every word for 3 hours, never stopping smiling. Then the lecturer of Cultural Foundations, she couldn't take her eyes off each of her stories. Lecturers of Humanities are always imbued with the spirit of Humanities, how beautiful they are.

Humanity in her is a sky of enthusiasm.

The New Student Festival took place a few weeks after she enrolled. This was probably the program that impressed her the most so far at Nhan Van. It was a festival for new students, for her. It felt like everything was prepared as a gift for herself. That whole day, she learned almost everything about the school, and realized that even though she loved the school, she still missed a lot of things about it. For the rest of her journey, she definitely wouldn't be able to miss anything that belonged to Nhan Van.

In the following months, activities in the school took place continuously and on a large scale. From the blood donation festival to the “Spring of Love”. The people of Humanities always lived in an atmosphere of dedication and explosion. Who said that Humanities students were gentle to the point of gloom? They burned no less than the “Highland Flames”.

It's only been one semester, but the Humanities in her have grown and grown. She can rest assured in the heart of Humanities in the coming years, must try to live and devote herself to the fullest. She knows her choice is never wrong!