大学交换生自我介绍英文（精选6篇）
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 Sir/Madam:
Thank you in spite of being very busy taking valuable time to read this letter of recommendation, thank you appreciate you give me an opportunity to show myself! I believe you will be the best horses, I will not let you down!
I am college level marketing students at college, from school that day I knew that the university is a place where talented men still remained in concealment to survive, we must constantly improve the self, in so fierce competition under the environment of self learning, find a truly belongs to our own advantage so in school! And I never dare not have any slack, careless, for the professional course of study, especially, fortunately, Heaven helps those who help themselves., I finally got to pay return, term also successfully got the marketing division Assistant Certificate and accounting qualification certificate, assistant accountant exam in 20xx has been the class the "excellent" and "good student".
In this society, I know Diploma for many enterprises is a very important index, as college students, I also did not give up the opportunity to further self learning, from into the University of the year started I enter oneself for an examination the long-term self marketing professional, I will continue to persist, until you get undergraduate diploma now! I believe this difficult process is not only conducive to further consolidate my professional knowledge, can increase your affirmation to me!
I always knew, theory without practice is empty, especially for the professional, so during the university I also took part in the many social practice activities, although not large, but the really learned a lot of things, let me benefit bandit shallow! Attendant is my first job, it makes me understand the patience and insist on the importance of; store promoters of the intersection of how I communicate with people, so I work on the sale of this very confident.
Finally, thank you again for your patience, "listen", thank you for giving me a chance to introduce myself, I hope that I can promote the sale of your desire to promote a better cooperation,
I wish you and your business prosperity and prosperity!
Eagerly looking forward to your reply!
yours,
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.
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.
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.