"Happy things called Humanity"

I still have the same feeling as the first day I stepped into the University gate. Joy, excitement mixed with nervousness and anxiety. Yes! After so much effort, sweat and hard work in high school. The University gate was open to me, I happily welcomed that joy, proud of being a student. I remember the first time I stepped into the city, I got lost. I walked and walked, my legs were tired but still couldn't find the way home, I panicked and was really disoriented. While I was confused, I met a student of Humanities, thanks to her enthusiastic guidance I found the way home. I fell in love with Humanities from then on...

Life is unpredictable. We do not have the right to choose who gave birth to us, but we have the right to choose what we like. Nhan Van to me is fate. I came to Nhan Van by chance. And I believe in that fate. After twelve years, I finally had the feeling of "new teacher, new friend". That feeling was really interesting, it brought me so many new things. I had to start by getting to know each other, chatting and now becoming close. The shyness, timidity, and hesitation brought us closer together. Having the same fate of being far from home to study in Hanoi, we had a whole treasure trove of stories to tell each other. In the first days away from home, I missed home so much that I just wanted the end of the month to come quickly so I could go home. If before I was used to having my mother take care of every meal and sleep, now we had to do everything ourselves from washing clothes, cooking rice and many other things. In the first two weeks of school, I cried every night because I missed home, I missed my mother's hand that often stroked my hair when I woke up every morning. Even though I was 18 years old at that time. I remember my father's gentle advice and counsel before I left for school. I remember my brother smiling gently as he passed on his experience of living away from home to me. All of these echoed in my ears every night and I cried. There was no longer my mother's hand stroking my hair when I woke up, no longer my father's caring advice, no longer my brother's gentle smile. I woke up with my pillow soaked in tears, I understood that it was the immaturity of a little girl who was away from home for the first time for so long. Everything around me was strange. And I began to learn to live for myself. Every day I walked along the shady green trees, watching the birds chirping, I felt less sad and gradually adapted to the bustling life in Hanoi.

In addition to adapting to life, we also have to adapt to new learning methods. If in high school we were used to specific guidance from teachers, then in university we have to learn everything by ourselves. Teachers only play the role of guiding us to find the necessary documents for studying. From textbooks to reference materials. Time has passed, now I am a second year student, I feel that I have grown up a lot, have become independent in everything. The group activities have helped me relieve my homesickness, teachers and friends enthusiastically help me. I feel that the class and the academic advisor are like my second family. With them, I am very happy. I no longer feel pressured but instead I am more open and integrated. Humanities has also given me many experiences. I learned how to behave, how to approach new things proactively and creatively.

I know that the road ahead of me is still long, there is no path paved with roses for us to walk, there is no path to the destination without thorns. I am always aware of that and always try to complete the set goals even if they are not complete or not desired. Studying and training under the roof of the University of Humanities is a happiness for me and I believe it will also be a happiness for others. Those who have been, are and will be students of the University of Humanities. Hopefully, the University of Humanities will give wings to my dreams to fly higher and further.