大學交換生自我介紹英文

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Hello everyone, my name is Lee. This is really a great honor to have this opportunity, and I believe I can make good performance today. Now I will introduce myself briefly. I am 20 years old，born in Guangdong province, south of China, and I am a senior student at Guangdong ××University. My major is English. And I will receive my bachelor degree after my graduation in June.

In the past four years, I spent most of my time on study. I passed CET4 and CET6 with a ease and acquired basic theoretical and practical knowledge of Language. Besides, I have attended several Speech competition held in Beijing, which really showed our professional advantages. I have taken a tour to some big factories and companies, through which I got a deep understanding of English for application.

Compared to developed countries, unfortunately, although we have made extraordinary progress since 1998, our packaging industry is still underdeveloped, messy and unstable, and the situation of employees in the field is awkward. But I have full confidence in its bright future if only our economy can be kept at the growth pace still. I guess you may be interested in why I choose this job. I would like to tell you that this job is one of my lifelong goals.

If I can work here,I will work hard. As to my character, I cannot describe it well, but I know I am optimistic and confident. Sometimes I prefer to stay alone, reading and listening to the music, but I am not lonely, for I like to chat with my classmates about almost everything. My favorite pastime is to play volleyball, to play cards or to surf online. From life at university, I learn how to balance study and entertainment. By the way, I was an actor in our amazing drama club. I have a few glorious memories on stage.

Dear teachers and professors, good afternoon! I am very glad to be here for your interview. My name is **, and come from **.I treat work serious and study hard. When I meet with difficulties,I will try to overcome and not give up. I have strong interest of scientific research.

But sometimes I may be lack of my own judgments. Treating something may be not objective because of the little experience. I treat teachers and classmates respect and friendly. They like making friends with me and helping each other.

I am lively, sunshine and optimistic to my life, so it’s very easy to get alone well with me. As for this exchange to **, I think that it’s a good chance for me, it can give me a good opportunity to study and communicate. It can provide us good experience and exercise. It also can broaden my outlook. What’s more, because I am independent and can take good care of myself. I believe I can adapt to the environment over there quickly. I will be well prepared to ** and enhance the practice of english spoken. I also will review my major course step by step. I believe I can do the better.

It’s all. Thank you!

I was born and educated in China, where schools indoctrinate Marxism and brag how one day the proletariat will come to dominate the world. Marx’s theories do make sense but it would be so narrow-minded to obediently accept what my teachers taught me. So, at my age of sixteen, driven by intense curiosity and eagerness to know the world, I endeavored to get myself elected by YFU (a foreign exchange program), and experienced an extraordinary year in the United States.

America was as different and fascinating as I had expected, so was my host family. We have different skin colors, speak different languages and eat different foods. However, what distinguishes them from me the most is their belief in God. I, a family member, undoubtedly should go to church on Sundays with my host family. And literally, it appalled me the first time. You can easily picture how awkward it was for a nonbeliever to sit among a crowd of reverent Christians listening to a solemn-looking guy preaching hysterically. For sixteen years, my world had inculcated in me with the idea that the universe started with a big bang and people are offspring of jumping monkeys. It was seemingly impossible to merge an all-powerful God into the concepts I had already developed.

A few months later, I learned some basic Christian tenets and interesting religious stories, and could also sing doxology pretty well. One Sunday morning, we drove to church just as usual. The decorations indicated that it was a day of importance but I did not pay much attention. Singing, praying, and listening to the church’s leader briefing, I felt boredom gradually taking away my consciousness. Just as I started to doze, a group of people stood up and my host mother told me to kneel down in the front with everybody in a whisper. Since my English was still a little shaky, I hoped that I had misunderstood her. Kowtow in Chinese culture is a symbol of hierarchy and feudalism. Surely, I travelled across the Pacific Ocean to experience different customs and cultures, but getting down on my knees for some god I didn’t even believe in was definitely not what I had expected. My host mum made it clear, however, that all of us were to kneel down.

So I did. And every bit of that moment is deeply engraved in my soul. Looking at everyone’s devout expression, I could almost felt God’s presence in the air. Although I still did not believe in him, the pious atmosphere touched me. Those people were true believers and they deserved my respect. So, however embarrassed by this cultural dilemma, I followed all the procedures of the ritual.

Throughout the whole exchange year, miscellaneous incidents sparked countless petty quarrels, but my affection for my host family only grew each time the conflict was resolved. In the very first place, I believed science and religion were so fundamentally contradictory that people who hold these two disparate beliefs could never get along well. But my host family turned out to be so endearing people. I learned that no matter what backgrounds we are from, so long as we keep a respectful manner, misapprehensions can always be resolved and resonance can be acquired.

Before I came back to China, my host mum reassured me that Jesus loved me and exhorted me to talk to him on every Sunday. Well, I tried, and each time ended up talking to myself eccentrically. As for whether God exists and loves me, it is too profound a question for a teenager like me to answer, nor does it matter to me anymore. All I need to know is that my host family loves me, and I love and appreciate them. They give me a broader perspective of the world and galvanize me into pursuing higher education in the United States.