Humanity from dream to reality

I am walking on the busy streets of Hanoi

I am living in the middle of a peaceful capital with rows of green trees.

I am studying at the school I dreamed of during my student years.

Time flies so fast that it seems like it only takes a few blinks of an eye. The trees shed their leaves and then turn green again as winter passes and spring arrives. It was only yesterday that I saw myself wearing my high school uniform, cycling on the familiar road to school, thinking about my dream of going to university. I had only submitted one application, to the Oriental Studies Department, University of Social Sciences and Humanities. Then, during the nights of staying up to study for important exams, the image of the University of Social Sciences and Humanities always appeared in my mind as a motivation for me to try harder whenever I felt tired. Day after day passed, I studied and dreamed of the day I would step foot in that school, to live in the capital city with the fragrant scent of milk flowers. In those days, the University of Social Sciences and Humanities was the most beautiful dream of my student life.

When the exam season came, I remember crying like rain when I walked out of the exam room, seeing my mother standing at the school gate waiting for her daughter for hours. I thought I did not do well on the test. I felt the gate of Nhan Van University was far away. I felt my dream was shattered. The days waiting for the exam results were endless days…

The day I got my exam results, my admission score, and my admission letter, I felt happier than ever. My dream had suddenly come true. I eagerly awaited the day of admission, the day I would start my student life at the school I had considered the next loving place in my life.

I entered the school in the bright sunshine and the jubilant atmosphere of the first day of school for new students. Nhan Van is not as big as many other universities, but it is still strangely beautiful and friendly. Nhan Van welcomed me with a warm friendliness that eased the confusion, anxiety, and nervousness in the heart of the new student. I enjoyed looking at the school sign with eyes full of love and pride. Here, at this school, I will study and play. Here, I will accumulate the most beautiful memories of my life. And here, I will gradually grow up...

In my early days, Nhan Van was both strange and familiar. Nhan Van quietly walked with the years, guiding each generation of students, watching their immature faces grow into maturity. Nhan Van has gone through many seasons of falling leaves, fading flowers, and farewells for final year students. Nhan Van has become a beloved home for many people. Every corner of the schoolyard, every row of trees with sparkling leaves, is filled with memories. Nhan Van has gone through rainy and sunny days with students, watching them grow stronger.

The first days of Humanities were also filled with homesickness. Everything was new. Leaving the protective arms of my parents to start an independent life in the bustling capital, the first days were always difficult. Entering a new environment, new subjects, new friends, new teachers. My little world turned around. Life also turned a new page.

I told myself that from now on, at this school, I will study, will train myself every day, will diligently build each brick to build my dream. Humanities in me became a warm home in the middle of the splendid yet strange capital.

Standing by the railing, watching the school in the spring rain, I saw Nhan Van quietly in the cold wind blowing. Then the sky gradually brightened after the rain. Nhan Van appeared before my eyes like an ancient painting, strangely beautiful, simple and peaceful...