Humanity in me: A small corner in my heart

Actually, there is no particular reason why I chose March as the main backdrop to decorate the picture of Humanities. Someone once said: "Just love, just love". So, we can give countless answers to explain why we love someone, but in the end, after all the reasons, it is only wrapped up in one word "love" - ​​an emotion that is difficult to define but the most intense of all. So, let's just blame March for being so bewildered, so shy, so attached, to have an excuse to write about the corner of my soul called Humanities in my heart.

I have been to many places, at the age of 20, yearning to look up at the sky and always see only yellow sunshine and blue clouds, looking in any direction, I see wide roads calling the wind; I have taken in with my small eyes straight lines, sharp corners, proudly rising but indifferently to the point of coldness, when standing in the yard of a school specializing in electronics and technology; I have felt like melting when I took in a deep breath of the pungent scent of grass and trees when standing under the green, leafy road of a school on the outskirts of the city… But nowhere have I felt such a strange calmness and peace radiating from inside the gate of the school named Social Sciences and Humanities. Someone told me that I am so gentle and Humanistic, to the point that you are afraid that a light step or a loud laugh will break the mist of silence that is always hanging there, so you are always shy and cautious. I only respond to you with a very slight smile. Nearly two-thirds of a decade has passed, and Nhan Van has embraced the profound, deep spirit of the fundamental sciences that create society and the personalities of countless people in this country of Vietnam. Nhan Van has taken a very unique and different path, to preserve, maintain and revive ancient cultural values, the beauty of life that out there, calculations, competition, and hustle and bustle are pressing down on every person. I like the way Nhan Van students calmly and gently walk with old, discolored books in their hands. Even the simple, slightly faded color of their uniforms makes me feel so close and dear. And especially, I love the smiles of Nhan Van students, so clear and close. I like to call my school, Social Sciences and Humanities, simply with the two words Nhan Van. It encapsulates all the most characteristic and unique things of this school. And every time I say those two simple little words, it's like I'm calling my own little lover.

Some people told me that Humanities is beautiful but lacks the dynamism, the intense excitement like other schools. But after all the storms of life, in the end, don't people still only need two words: peace? For me, leaving all the dust outside the gate of this school named Social Sciences and Humanities, stopping by a row of stone benches that have faded from the sun and rain, closing my eyes, listening to time whispering through the tiny phoenix leaves hanging loosely on my shoulders like a gentle soothing of a soul that has settled down from a long time ago, pouring into my heart a faint warmth that covers the daily fatigue and hustle and bustle, that is already a happy thing. In the ups and downs of peace, the life force still persistently flows to connect and nurture generations of students born from this school, so that every day, every hour, those young hearts bring love for Humanities to every piece in this vast world. Because love given, is love that lives forever.