The homeland of a very distant childhood...

“I do not know when the sun was born

The sun is the tears of parents' whole life" 

My childhood dreams flashed through the peaceful and cool summer naps in the breeze from my mother's hand. The leaves rustled, swaying in the clear blue sky: the blue of dreams, the blue of hope. In my pure and clumsy dreams, I once wished I was a beautiful princess in the stories my mother told me. I dreamed of becoming a pilot to travel and explore many strange lands. I wished to become an artist to paint many beautiful pictures for life. I dreamed of so many great things that I myself did not know how difficult it would be to make them come true. I thought I would carry that dream with me until I grew up. Unexpectedly, life has changed many things. When I was three years old, my father left. Challenges came and I began to appreciate the two words: 'Dream'. Until now, I still cannot forget that sad memory and promised myself to become a talented and successful person to repay my mother's kindness. I tried to study hard to get into the school of my dreams and after graduating, I could do the job I love. So on the day I received the admission notice from the University of Social Sciences and Humanities with the major of Office Administration, I jumped up with joy, excitement and felt very honored to have become a student of a top university in the country. Stepping into the university lecture hall is a happiness, a recognition for 12 years of hard work. I consider it a fate that brought me to this school and the Faculty of "Archives and Office Administration". I love the work of an administrator, a talented leader who can lead and control the crowd with talent and heart. And since I stepped into the gate of Nhan Van University, my life has changed day by day. I was guided step by step by Ms. Pham Dieu Linh and chosen to be the class secretary. Beside me is the support of friends, new friends but it seems like I have been close friends for a long time. I feel that I am gradually becoming independent even though sometimes I feel tired when struggling with complicated relationships, difficult exercises and strange environment without relatives to guide me in this luxurious and bustling capital.

On the first day of school, I learned lessons about the school's traditional history through decades of ups and downs and the nation's events. I was very moved and felt extremely appreciative of this beloved school. Recalling a period of time, I am even more proud of the school's great growth. I do not know everything and cannot recall all the historical milestones and great turning points of the school throughout its development journey, interwoven with challenges and achievements. I cannot help but be proud of hundreds of valuable scientific works that have effectively served the cause of national liberation in the past, as well as the cause of building and defending the country today. But every time I pass by the ancient traditional house where certificates of merit, medals, and important events of the school are kept, my will to strive and study well to be worthy of the majestic, ancient school, with all the good things according to the past and present traditions.

Just the other day, when I first entered the school with so much confusion, I was very confused and afraid that I could not study well. But now, after a semester, I have gradually gotten used to the way of studying at the University. I was especially impressed by the teachings of the teachers in the "Student Luggage" seminars that "University is self-study" and that to acquire knowledge, one can only learn by self-study. My classmates and I had many sleepless nights to review before the exam, anxiously waiting to register for courses, and worrying about the exam results. There were also times when we invited each other to go to Hoan Kiem Lake to sightsee, eat Trang Tien ice cream and play mischievous games typical of students. Those will probably be unforgettable moments in my heart.

For each person, the school has its own distinct concept. Because it is associated with us through distinct memories. It is the future, the present or the past, depending on our position on the timeline. For me, the School of Humanities is the present because I still have a long way ahead of me attached to this school. After spending time in contact with the new environment, although not much, I am really impressed with the school I have chosen. It is a wonderful time not only for me but also for many new students like me. We understand and love the School, love the International Relations major that I have chosen, and trust in our choice. I realize that this is an ideal learning environment, with dedicated, highly qualified teachers, along with discipline and seriousness in each exam. Not only that, the Youth Union - Association operates very actively and effectively. Living far from home, my friends and I had to face many difficulties. For the first time, we had to solve everything ourselves without our parents by our side. However, it was the care of the school, the faculty, and the activities organized by the Youth Union and Association such as the "Student Luggage" seminar, the "Spring of Love" program, the visits and New Year greetings from teachers in the faculty... that were strong motivations to help us overcome all of that, and strengthen our determination in studying and training. Now I can confidently tell my relatives and friends: "I made the right choice!"

Under the guidance and support of teachers, I see more clearly my own path and I also realize my responsibility towards the school and society. As the future owners of the country, we - the new students of the University of Social Sciences and Humanities will vow to continuously study to improve our professional knowledge and social knowledge so that we can contribute our small part to the common development of the school and the country, making our country a country that can stand shoulder to shoulder with the world powers as Uncle Ho instructed.

There are times when it seems like difficulties have really made me fall 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 the moments I experience extremely meaningful. Because 'no one taxes dreams', dreams will be the wings of optimism that lift me up and take me through the storms of life, give me faith, and contribute to life the green rays of youthful hope.

My journey is still very long, who knows when I wake up tomorrow, the thorns will come to me again. But with faith in myself and the trust of my family, teachers and friends, I will act steadfastly for my dream of becoming a talented administrator. Every day, I am imprinting the mark of the School of Humanities in my memory so that later when I reach my dream, I will always remember that there I lived the days of dedication and effort...

Please let me write a few lines of poetry

Send my teacher a little surprise

Years of chalk dust on the board

But the mind is pure and unblemished

Let me spread some love

Filled with bags all over the school roof
Give each tree a small strip.
My friends are my worries

Let me send some love

If I have to leave my beloved Humanities

A summer afternoon with a fragrant breeze

On someone's hair under the school roof

Please let me be a cloud
Cover the teacher's back when the sun is burning hot
Please let me be the wind
Blow gently on her shoulder while she is drunk

Let me tell you once

"Office Administration" is my department.

Where I cherish a dream

Being a manager is hard work

Tomorrow when I graduate

Step forward boldly on all roads
Memories linger and never end
Warm love like sunshine.

Will always remember

Humanity in me"

Hanoi, March 15, 2015

Hanoi on a windy day, I suddenly felt my heart beating fast as the sounds of time just passed through the window. Suddenly, Hanoi brought a bit of dryness, not of the sun, nor of the wind, but of the human heart, of the thoughts in my mind. So it has been more than 6 months since the day I left my family, left my familiar life to come to this magnificent capital. I stood in front of the school gate, thinking pensively like a silly girl lost in a fairy tale of the past, then suddenly realized that everything would change as planned. The corners would become arcs. The school still lay there, quietly sad and happy, quietly aging over the years. The school told its life through wordless stories. It was the wordless diary of so many people, so many generations who passed through it. With ink called "Years and Months", people wrote down their student days in the diary "The School". And then, after many years, people come back and redraw their lives through never-completed diaries, through a type of paint by an artist named "Old".

The school stood still to let time pass. The years indifferently painted its colorful picture. I continued on my unfinished journey. The school gate opened, containing many interesting, sweet and strange things for a new student like me. How could I forget the beautiful memories with teachers and friends and I silently thanked the passing moments in my life and the present moment I am living. Student life is like the wind. One cannot hold the wind forever, but one can always feel its coolness until the day of departure....