this summer, i did not go home; instead i served as a volunteer for “good luck beijing sports events” held in beijing for half a month. sincerely speaking, the experience endows me a lot of valuable elicitation.hearing the news of approval, i was very excited, like a child got what he had expected for long. i was lucky, because i just passed the line. the contestants had to take an english exam, only those who got more than 70 could move on to the next selection stage. meanwhile, i was grateful to use my endowment to contribute for the olympic games.
wearing the volunteer uniform and the volunteer accreditation card, admired by others, i felt sneaky a little proud. meanwhile i also felt a great responsibility falling on my shoulder knowing that volunteers’ words and behaviors could affect foreign guests’ impression on china. as i was a volunteer for accommodation, my post was in a four-star hotel. there were players of four teams form china, france, japan, czechoslovakia living there. all of them are participants of the baseball. actually, most of the time, we served as interpreters for those working in the lobby. for example, when the players wanted to go out for shopping, we would call a taxi for them and told the taxi driver where to go. while, there is something worthwhile to be mentioned that most of the volunteers are english majors and most of the players could speak english very well except japanese contestants. compared with japanese players, we had less difficulty communicating with french players and czech. i remembered that once i misunderstood one of the japanese players’ requests of “call up” for “cup of”, and i felt so embarrassed that i even wanted to cry. gradually, i learned to be more