Humanity in me: “What should I call Humanity?...”

Nhan Van has witnessed those changes since the day I started living and studying in this bustling, crowded land of Hanoi. I don't want to compare Nhan Van to any other second or third home of mine...

Because Nhan Van is not Home - a place where I can be peaceful and naive like before, a place where my parents pamper and protect me...

What should I call Humanities?
Because that is a Humanity..., a Humanity in me is remembering..., a Humanity with me witnessing...
It was the nervousness that almost made me lose my voice when I first held the microphone to speak for the group. The teacher stood beside me, smiling and encouraging me, listening to me speak. At that moment, I felt my heart beat calm down and calmed down to control my voice.
It was the fear of facing the final exam of the first semester of the first year. I struggled to review my lessons, prepare my knowledge, and felt like I had to prepare myself for the second university entrance exam.

It was the first time I had ever dreamed of a senior's smile. Every day we studied together, I would always look forward to his hurried figure running down the school yard, then sit and ignore him, pretending not to care when he entered the classroom. That feeling gently passed through my heart, making me restless. But it seemed too light, too vague, making me hesitate to get closer...
 

What should I call Humanities?
Because that is a Humanity..., a Humanity in me that I remember..., a Humanity that I want to proudly preserve, to build the beauty and reputation of the school...

It was my childish dissatisfaction when the Natural Science School next door had a gate with its name clearly written on it, when strangers asked in confusion, "Oh, is the Humanities School next to the Natural Science School?",...
It is my regret for the fountain in front of E's yard. Looking at each brick being removed, my heart feels a little empty... Perhaps I have that feeling because the fountain has become one of the beautiful, characteristic images of the school.

It is a source of pride for parents to bring home the school calendar at the beginning of the year and respectfully hang it in the living room.
It's more gentle when people ask me which school I went to, I softly say "Humanities" in the most "humane" way. Who said "Humanities" is the beauty of a person! :)

What should I call Humanities?
Because that is a Humanity..., a Humanity in me that I remember..., a Humanity that makes me have to learn, have to change...
I used to look cautiously at the strangers around me - the people who would be my teachers, my seniors, my classmates...
I was tired of dealing with the so-called "social" relationship...
I used to be..., used to be... such a closed and unapproachable person...
Under this roof, I learned how to handle my own relationships.
It is knowing what “give” and “receive”. When I give more sincerity, I will also receive the same gift in return.
No longer tired of the two words "social". Because I know that close or distant relationships are decided by myself, because I understand that social relationships are a natural part of life.
Know how to smile when encountering discord in a working group.
Know how to open up and smile to everyone, be grateful for every sincere compliment, listen to every negative comment about yourself and reflect on yourself.
Is knowing how to look at or evaluate a problem from every angle in the most objective and fair way.

If it were me a year ago, or two, or three, or five years ago...

Can you imagine a different me than I am now?
The me of the past would not know what independence is...
The me of the past did not know about the arduous but laughter-filled volunteering journeys.
I of yesterday friends count on hand.

The old me lingered in the small peaceful house.

The me of the past was stuck in trivial, petty dreams...

And back then, I would never have imagined the wonderful and good things that I have now. I, the present me, am a me that is gradually growing up, more mature, knowing how to live for others, knowing how to dream bigger about long flights in life. I, a me of Humanities...

What should I call Humanities? The Humanities in me cannot be a Home because it is not too peaceful, warm, not a nest with pampering parents and worrying siblings.
Humanities is not just a four-year stopover in life.
Humanity of memories, of changes for this less immature age...
So special...
Such a Humanity...
Let's just call it "Humanity in me"... :)