The homeland of a very distant childhood year...

"I didn't know when the sun was born."

"The sun is the tears of my parents throughout their lives." 

Childhood dreams flashed before my eyes during peaceful, cool summer afternoon naps, carried on the gentle breeze from my mother's hand. Leaves rustled and swayed in the clear blue sky: the blue of dreams, the blue of hope. In those pure, innocent dreams, I wished to be a beautiful princess in the stories my mother told. I dreamed of becoming a pilot, traveling and exploring countless strange lands. I dreamed of being an artist, painting beautiful pictures for the world. I dreamed of so many grand things, things I didn't even know how difficult it would be to achieve. I thought I would carry those dreams with me into adulthood. Little did I know that life had changed so much. My father left when I was three years old. Challenges arose, and I began to appreciate the meaning of "dreams." Even now, I can't forget that painful memory and I promised myself I would become a talented and successful person to repay my mother's kindness. I studied hard to get into my dream university and later pursue a career I loved. So, on the day I received my acceptance letter from the University of Social Sciences and Humanities, majoring in Office Management, I jumped for joy, feeling incredibly proud to be a student at a leading university in the country. Stepping into university was a source of happiness, a recognition of 12 years of hard work. I see it as fate that brought me to this university and the Department of "Archival Studies & Office Management." I love the work of an administrator, a talented leader who can guide and command a crowd with their talent and dedication. And ever since I stepped through the gates of the Faculty of Humanities, my life has changed day by day. I've been guided step by step by Ms. Pham Dieu Linh, who chose me as class secretary. Beside me is the support of my friends, new friends who feel like they've known me forever. I feel myself gradually becoming more independent, although at times I feel exhausted struggling with complex interwoven relationships, challenging assignments, and an unfamiliar environment without family guidance in this glamorous and bustling capital city.

On my first day of school, I learned about the school's history and traditions, spanning decades of ups and downs and national events. I was deeply moved and felt immense respect for this beloved school. Recalling this journey, I felt even more proud of the school's significant growth and development. I don't know, and certainly can't recount, all the historical milestones and major turning points the school has experienced throughout its intertwined journey of challenges and victories. I cannot help but feel proud of the hundreds of valuable scientific works that have served the cause of national liberation in the past, as well as the building and protection of the nation today. But every time I pass by the ancient traditional building where the school's certificates, medals, and important events are preserved, my determination to strive harder, to study and train well, to be worthy of this majestic and ancient school, and of all the good things in its traditions, is strengthened.

When I first entered university, I felt so bewildered and worried, unsure if I could do well. But now, after a semester, I've gradually gotten used to the university learning style. I'm particularly impressed by the professors' advice during the "Student's Essentials" seminars: "University is about self-learning," and that acquiring knowledge can only be achieved through self-study. My classmates and I spent many sleepless nights studying before exams, anxiously waiting to register for courses, and worrying about the exam results. We also went to Hoan Kiem Lake to admire the scenery, ate Trang Tien ice cream, and played mischievous student games. Those are probably moments I'll never forget.

For each person, the school holds unique meanings. This is because it is connected to us through distinct memories. It represents the future, the present, or the past, depending on our position in the timeline. For me, the University of Humanities is the present because I still have a long journey ahead of me connected to this school. Although my time in this new environment hasn't been long, I'm truly impressed with the school I chose. It's been a wonderful time, not only for me but also for many other new students like me. We understand and love the school, love the Office Administration major I've chosen, and have faith in our choice. I find it to be an ideal learning environment, with dedicated and highly qualified teachers, along with discipline and seriousness in every exam. Furthermore, the student union and association are very active and effective. Living far from home, my friends and I faced many difficulties. For the first time, we had to solve everything on our own without our parents by our side. However, the care and support from the school and the faculty, as well as activities organized by the Youth Union and Student Association such as the "Student's Essentials" seminar, the "Spring of Love" program, and the visits and New Year greetings from the faculty members, were powerful motivations that helped us overcome all of that and further strengthened our determination in studying and training. Now I can confidently tell my family and friends:I made the right choice!"

Under the guidance and support of our teachers, I have gained a clearer understanding of my own path and have also recognized my responsibility to the university and society. As future leaders of the country, we – the new students of the University of Social Sciences and Humanities – pledge to continuously learn and improve our professional and social knowledge so that we can contribute our small part to the overall development of the university and the country, helping our nation become a country that stands shoulder to shoulder with the world's leading powers, as President Ho Chi Minh instructed.

There were times when it seemed like difficulties were truly about to break me down, but I will never give up on my dream. And I know that even if something prevents me from reaching the end of my dream, the days I live for it, pursuing it, will make every moment I experience incredibly meaningful. Because 'no one taxes dreams,' dreams will be the optimistic wings that lift me up and carry me through life's storms, giving me faith and adding to the world the green rays of youthful hope.

My journey is still long, and who knows, tomorrow I might wake up to more obstacles. But with faith in myself and the trust of my family, teachers, and friends, I will persevere in pursuing my dream of becoming a brilliant administrator. I am imprinting the image of the Faculty of Humanities into my memory day by day, so that when I reach my dream, I will always remember that it was there that I lived my days of dedication and hard work...

Please allow me to write a few lines of poetry.

Sending my teacher a little surprise.

For so many years, chalk dust has been constantly on the blackboard.

But the heart is pure, without blemish.

Please shower me with love.

The school was overflowing with emotion.
Give each tree trunk a small streak.
My friends, that's the lingering feeling.

Please let me send you some of my love and longing.

If I have to leave my beloved Faculty of Humanities

One summer afternoon, the breeze carried a gentle fragrance.

On whose hair is that under the school roof?

Please let me become a cloud.
Shielding the teacher's back from the scorching sun.
Please let me be the wind.
He gently blew on her shoulder while she was lecturing.

Let me tell you just once.

"Office Management" is the department I'm in.

The place where I nurture a dream.

Being a manager is tough.

So that someday, after we graduate...

Step forward boldly, venturing down countless paths.
The lingering memories seem endless.
The warmth of love is like the sunshine.

I will remember it forever.

"Humanism in me"

Hanoi, March 15, 2015

On a windy day in Hanoi, I suddenly felt my heart racing as the sounds of time seemed to glide past the window. Suddenly, I sensed a certain dryness in Hanoi, not from the sun or the wind, but from the human heart, from the jumbled thoughts in my mind. It's been over six months since I left my family and familiar life to come to this magnificent capital. I stood before the school gate, lost in thought like a naive little girl lost in an old fairy tale, only to realize that everything would change as it was destined. Sharp edges would become curved lines. The school remained there, silently experiencing joy and sorrow, silently aging with the years. The school recounted its life through wordless stories. It was a silent diary of countless people, countless generations who had passed through it. With an ink called "Years," people recorded their student life in the diary of "The School." And then, after many years have passed, people return and relive their lives through incomplete diary entries, using a kind of paint by an artist named "Old-fashioned."

The school stands still as time passes. The years indifferently paint their colorful tapestry. I continue on my unfinished journey. The school gates open, revealing so many interesting, sweet, and unfamiliar things for a freshman like me. How could I forget the beautiful memories with my teachers and friends? I silently thank the fleeting moments in my life and the present moment I am living. Student life is like the wind. You can't hold onto the wind forever, but you can always feel its coolness until the day you leave...