"I love Humanities"

The rain finally stopped after a few days of drizzling. The sun was high in the sky. Sitting on the stone bench, I silently counted my steps and let myself drift with my emotions about the school. The gentle wind seemed to bring me back to that early autumn day when I was a shy, bewildered freshman walking through the gate of this university.

I am a student who failed my first choice. Coming to Nhan Van, at first I considered it a temporary stop so that I could dispel the shadow of a student who failed the university entrance exam. I came here carrying the sun and wind of the poor land of Nghe Tinh, far away, traveling hundreds of kilometers to start a new journey in life. Unlike other new students, I went to school with a very worried mood. I was afraid of many things. I was afraid of discrimination between students of the first choice and the second choice. I carried with me the worry of not being able to integrate into the bustling urban life of a rural girl. A little anxious, a little sad... What would happen to me in the following months, would my distance from social interactions and lectures in class be as far as the hundreds of kilometers between Hanoi and Ha Tinh? Many thoughts swirled in my head. Just like that, time passed with the initial caressing thoughts.

After several autumns, I have now become a “soon to be old” student of the Faculty of Humanities. More or less, I carry with me the experiences and provisions to be able to walk independently in life. The memories of that time are only the memories of yesterday. The questions of the past have finally been resolved by the days I studied here. Those are the friendly faces of my classmates, the interesting lessons in the lecture hall, the exciting activities in the class meeting every weekend and the times I skipped class to eat snacks with my close friends. I am very proud of my Faculty of Humanities. My school is not new, not as big and beautiful as many other schools in the city, but my friends are all proud of the school with a long history of training achievements, with many generations of adults. The achievements that teachers and generations of students of the Faculty of Humanities have achieved will certainly always be a source of pride in the education career of our country. Proud of the simple, intimate beauty here. Proud of the learning and training environment that is very humane, just like its name. Over time, the pressures and barriers have gradually faded away and stopped at the "no boundary". I had a cozy winter with my friends, a passionate summer with my volunteer brothers and sisters, moments of "wanting to burn" and "going up" and peaceful days with the people I meet every day under the roof of this school in the heart of Hanoi. I love my friends. I love the School of Humanities!

Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, in each person's hands are only memories. Time does not wait for anyone, it just flies by so quickly that sometimes we cannot even notice. I tell myself to cherish the last time I have with my friends, teachers, and studying at my beloved school. Four years of school are not long but not short either, but enough for strangers to become close like a family.

So I have a second home, to love, to miss every time I leave. The sun has risen high, sitting on the stone bench, silently counting the footsteps and letting my heart drift with the emotions of school.

“Ring…! Ring…! Ring…!

The bell rang. A new lesson was waiting for me.