"I love the Humanities"

Finally, the rain stopped after days of incessant drizzle. The sun rose high in the sky. Sitting on a stone bench, I silently counted my steps and let myself drift along with the emotions about my alma mater. The gentle breeze seemed to pull me back to that early autumn day, when I was a hesitant, bewildered freshman stepping through the gates of this university.

I was a student who failed to get into my first-choice university. Coming to the Faculty of Humanities, I initially saw it as a temporary stop, a way to shake off the shadow of not having gotten into university. I came here carrying the sunshine and wind of the poor, remote Nghe Tinh region, having traveled hundreds of kilometers to embark on a new journey in my life. Unlike other new students, I arrived with a very anxious heart. I was afraid of many things. I feared discrimination between first-choice and second-choice students. I carried the worry of not being able to integrate into the bustling city life of a country girl. A little anxiety, a little sadness… What would the coming months be like for me? Would the distance between me and social gatherings and lectures be as great as the hundreds of kilometers between Hanoi and Ha Tinh? So many thoughts swirled in my head. And so, time passed, along with those initial, lingering thoughts.

Several autumns have passed, and now I am a "soon-to-be-old" student of the Faculty of Humanities. I have, to some extent, accumulated experience and knowledge to navigate life on my own. Memories of those days are now just recollections of the past. The questions of yesteryear have finally been answered by my time studying here. These include the friendly faces of my classmates, the interesting lectures, the fun activities during weekend class meetings, and even the times we skipped class to grab snacks with my close friends. I am very proud of my Faculty of Humanities. My school isn't new or as grand as many other schools in the city, but my friends are all proud of its long history of academic achievement and the countless generations that have graduated from it. The achievements of the faculty and generations of students at the Faculty of Humanities will undoubtedly always be a source of pride in the nation's education system. I am proud of the simple, endearing beauty of this place. I am proud of the humane learning and training environment, just like its name suggests. Over time, the pressures and barriers have gradually lessened and stopped at the point of "no boundaries." I had a cozy winter with my friends, a passionate summer with my fellow volunteers, moments of "wanting to explode" and "going all out," and peaceful everyday days with the people I meet daily under the roof of this school in the heart of Hanoi. I love my friends so much. I love the Faculty of Humanities so much!

Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, all that remains in each person's hands are memories. Time waits for no one, rushing by so quickly that sometimes we can't even notice it. I tell myself I should cherish the last moments I have with my friends and teachers, studying under the roof of my beloved school. Four years of schooling is neither long nor short, but enough for strangers to become as close as family.

So, I now have a second home, a place I love and miss whenever I'm away. The sun is high in the sky; sitting on a stone bench, I silently count my steps and let my emotions drift away with the memories of my school.

Ring…! Ring…! Ring…!

The bell rang, signaling the start of class. A new lesson awaited me.