"The happiness lies in the name of Humanism"

The same feelings I had the first day I stepped through the university gates remain. Joy, excitement mixed with nervousness and anxiety. Yes! After all the hard work and effort I put in during high school, the university gates have opened wide for me. I joyfully embrace this happiness, proud to be a university student. I remember the first time I arrived in the city, I got lost. I walked and walked until my legs ached, but I still couldn't find my way home. I panicked and felt completely disoriented. In my confusion, I met a student from the Faculty of Humanities, and thanks to her kind guidance, I found my way back. I fell in love with the Faculty of Humanities from that moment...

Life is unpredictable. We can't choose who we're born to, but we can choose what we like. For me, the Faculty of Humanities is destiny. I came to the Faculty of Humanities quite by chance, and I believe in that destiny. After twelve years, I finally have that feeling of "new teachers, new friends." That feeling is truly wonderful; it brings me so much novelty. I had to start by getting acquainted, chatting, and now we're close friends. The shyness, timidity, and awkwardness brought us closer together. Sharing the same experience of being far from home and studying in Hanoi, we have a wealth of stories to tell each other. In the first few days away from home, I missed home terribly and just longed for the end of the month so I could go home. While I was used to having my mother take care of me, from food to sleep, now we have to do everything ourselves, from washing clothes and cooking to many other chores. For the first two weeks of school, I cried every night because I missed home so much; I missed my mother's hand stroking my hair when I woke up each morning. Even though I was 18 at the time, I remember my father's gentle words of advice and encouragement before I left for university. I remember my older brother's kind smile as he shared his experiences of living away from home with me. All of it 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 more of my father's caring words, no more of my brother's gentle smile. I woke up with my pillow soaked with tears; I understood it was the naivety of a young girl experiencing being away from home for so long for the first time. 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, and I gradually became less sad and adapted to the bustling life in Hanoi.

Besides adapting to life, we also had to adapt to new learning methods. While in high school we were used to receiving specific guidance from teachers, at university we had to figure everything out ourselves. Teachers only played a role in guiding us to find the necessary materials for our studies, from textbooks to reference materials. Time has passed, and now I'm a second-year student. I feel I've grown a lot and become more independent in everything. Student activities have helped me overcome homesickness, and the teachers and my classmates have been very helpful. I feel like my class and academic advisor are my second family. I'm very happy with them. I no longer feel pressured; instead, I've become more open and integrated. The Faculty of Humanities has also given me many experiences. I've learned how to behave and how to approach new things proactively and creatively.

I know that the road ahead of me is long; there is no path paved with roses, and no road to the destination is without thorns. I am always aware of this and always strive to achieve my goals, even if they are not perfect or as I would like. Studying and training at the University of Humanities is a great 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. I hope the University of Humanities will help my dreams soar even higher and further.