"Youth"

University of Social Sciences and Humanities – March 2015…

I have been with Nhan Van through many sunny seasons and many rainy seasons. As a friend of mine said: Nhan Van in me is a small sky that cherishes many dreams. From here, hundreds, thousands of students have grown up, have become talented leaders, famous talented people.

Now I am a third year student, but the memories from the first days of entering this school are still intact in my memory.

I studied in the C block of the History class since high school, so my goal was to get into this school. But I still hesitated when faced with many choices. I don't know if it was fate or because I was told that I chose the Language department. In my first year, I sometimes felt sorry for myself because not many people knew about this major of mine, including my parents. I don't know how many people asked me the same question: What language do you study in a language? Why doesn't anyone think that language is Vietnamese, our beloved mother tongue? Studying Language, which is the root of most scientific fields, you can learn many other things.

Humanities has brought me many things, taught me lessons not only in theory but also in life skills. I have become more mature, no longer a child. As a class officer, in addition to my own studies, I also have to take care of the class's work. I have learned lessons about how to behave with people, to be more responsible for myself as well as for the common work of the class, the faculty, and the school.

Humanities in me is full of happy memories. Those are the interesting specialized hours with leading linguists, the hours of performing arts with teachers. Thank you Humanities for giving me such wonderful teachers. Thank you Humanities for giving me good friends. People who are always by my side in all situations, whether happy or sad.

I was lucky to be chosen as a class officer so I had many favorable conditions to interact with teachers in the department as well as in the school. Is there any place like my department, teachers are good and very friendly with students. One word that we often use to describe our teachers is "cute". They are not only teachers, but also our great friends. Have you ever been to the department head's or vice-dean's office to sit and talk happily, eat cakes and candies? Surely you have never been like that, right? For students, there is always the idea that going to the department is very scary, afraid of being scolded by teachers, but if you have not done anything wrong, there is no need to be afraid. My best friend and I always invite each other to "go to the department to play", the Language Department is like our second home. When I go there, I have had hearty laughs, received useful advice, and heard stories about the teachers in the department.

During the exchange days at Guangxi University (China), as a student representing the faculty and the school, we had to bring to our foreign friends a beautiful image of Humanities. A Chinese friend said I looked like a Chinese person, but I said that I was a girl from the Mekong Delta, a student of Humanities. Therefore, I both carried within me the Humanities qualities of Hanoi and the special features of a girl from the Mekong Delta. Your school may be bigger and more beautiful than my school, but why is it not as close as my school? I still love my small place. Because it is not only the place that nurtures my dreams, but also has people who always love and follow me. There will be a day not far away when I bring my school's name to my foreign friends, so that they can learn about Language and Humanities.

Humanities - Languages ​​is where I am spending the most beautiful youth of my life. Large lecture halls, friendly stone benches, respected teachers, dear friends. Someone once asked me why I got such high scores but didn't transfer to another better faculty like Law. No, I chose Languages, and will pursue it with my passion.

Thank you Nhan Van for giving me a good boyfriend. People still think that boys studying social sciences are effeminate and weak, but he is a completely different person. In my eyes, he is almost a perfect person. He is not only good at studying and drawing well, but also good at housework. I love him, love him for the quality of Nhan Van in him, because he always answers my sometimes meaningless questions. That is just one of the many reasons why I love him, love him, and I love Nhan Van even more.

I love my boy so much, I love my Nhan Van so much. He is the beautiful present of my youth, he is the wide open future before my eyes. Life out there has difficulties and obstacles, but in Nhan Van I found my own peaceful world.

Three years, not too long nor too short a time for you to understand a person. As three years have passed, I have understood and loved my major more, loved my beloved Humanities more.