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

Nhan Van has witnessed these 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 - where I can be peaceful and naive like before, 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 by and smiled, encouraged me, and listened to me speak. At that moment, I felt my heart beat calm down and calmed down to adjust 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 mentally to take the university entrance exam for the second time.

It was the first time I dreamed about the smile of a senior boy. Every day we studied together, I would look forward to his figure running hurriedly down the school yard in class, 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 it 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 a large name on it, when strangers asked in confusion, "Oh, 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 piece of brick being removed, my heart feels like it has a certain empty space... Perhaps I have that feeling because the fountain has become one of the typical beautiful 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 it is a Humanity..., a Humanity in me that is missing..., a Humanity that makes me have to learn, have to change...
I used to be cautious looking at the strangers around me - the people who would be my teachers, my seniors, my classmates...
I used to get tired of dealing with the so-called "social" relationship...
I used to be..., used to be... such a closed and unapproachable person...
Under this school roof, I learned how to handle my own relationships.
It is knowing what it means to “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 at everyone, be grateful for every sincere compliment, listen to every negative comment about yourself and review yourself.
It is knowing how to stand from every angle to perceive or evaluate a problem 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 it is to be independent...
The old me did not know about the hard 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 current me, am a me that is gradually growing up, becoming more mature, knowing how to live for others, knowing how to dream bigger about long flights for 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, 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...
Just call it "Humanity in me"... :)