Model essay on volunteer service diary

Time flies like a horse, and a day has passed. I believe everyone has gained a lot on this day. Please write it down in your diary. How to write a volunteer service diary? The following is a model essay of volunteer service diary carefully compiled by Bian Xiao (7 selected articles), welcome to share.

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# Model essay on volunteer service diary (selected articles 1)#

On the morning of winter vacation, I did my first volunteer service in a nursing home.

I wanted to sleep late this morning, but before eight o'clock, my father leaned in and said excitedly, "Xiong Yida, get up quickly." Today we are going to the nursing home to do volunteer activities! " I opened my eyes and said happily, "Ha ha! What a coincidence! Our school suggested that we participate in voluntary service, and now we have something to do! " On second thought, I'm sure I'll play saxophone for the elderly.

We went to the nursing home in the country by bus. When you go in, you will see white houses and white walls, and three or four buildings are neatly arranged together. Although they look old, the green grass and trees on the lawn provide vitality for this community.

The old people picked up their chairs, sat down in front of an empty apartment and began to enjoy various programs. I was so nervous when I stood by, and my heart was so anxious that the heartbeat of "eyah" became "eyah!" . I'm worried about nothing else, just because I'm not the only one executing the program. I'm the only one executing the program. I watched the stage nervously for fear that the host would call my name.

In the blink of an eye, it's time for me to play. I walked onto the stage with my saxophone in my arms. I hold the saxophone, look at the music, and play the saxophone slowly. This music is only three levels difficult, but I think it is more difficult to play than jazz. I've been staring at the notes, my brain is spinning rapidly, and I'm worried that I've pressed the wrong notes. I will learn all the techniques practiced by Sack and try to make the performance more successful. After all, acting is not practice. Sweat broke out on my head and kept falling. I blinked hard, squeezed the sweat out of my eyes, endured the itching and continued to blow. Finally, at the moment when the last note came out, the music was over. I bent down, bowed, wiped my sweat and hurried into the crowd with thunderous applause.

This kind of voluntary service not only exercises itself, but also helps the elderly, killing two birds with one stone. Give someone a rose, and it smells good in your hand. Let's act together and contribute a little to the world!

# Model essay on volunteer service diary (the second selection) #

Yesterday, the teacher said that he would take us to do volunteer activities. The teacher said that we are going to visit the elderly in the nursing home today. So, the day before departure, I prepared snacks for the old people.

This morning, I came to the classroom early. When all the students arrived, the teacher took us to the van. I don't know how many streets we have bypassed. All I know is that at last we came to a tall house with the words nursing home written on it.

I think we are in a nursing home now. Under the guidance of the teacher, we went into the back room. I see many grandmothers and grandfathers in it. They moved out of the bench and sat outside in the sun. When they saw us coming, they all opened their mouths. I think they are welcoming us.

I gave my snacks to the old people, and the old people were very happy. Although I can't understand their poor Mandarin, I can feel their inner joy.

We also showed them a program that had been rehearsed for a week. Grandparents are very happy and clap their hands for joy. When we left, the old people were reluctant to go, and we wanted to stay a little longer. The dean told us that the old people like our class very much and hope that we can visit them often in the future. I think we will. I will bring them more snacks next time.

# Model essay on volunteer service diary (the third selection) #

At 8 o'clock this morning, I went to a volunteer activity organized by a teacher.

The activity address is at Hedingqiao subway station. First, the teacher took us to the station control room and put on red shoulder straps for us.

At 8 o'clock, an uncle took several of our classmates to the subway station first, explained the knowledge about the subway to us, and then let us be real volunteers. I stood at the gate of the station with a male classmate. He held up the sign, and I was reminding him: Please line up in an orderly way, get off first and then get on. Thank you for your cooperation! During this period, an aunt crossed the safety line of the subway. I think my uncle at the subway station told us in the monitoring room that passengers can't cross the yellow line next to the subway, which is a safe line. It is not safe to cross that line. I walked up to my aunt and said, "Aunt, please don't cross this yellow safety line, thank you!" " My aunt stepped back awkwardly and smiled at me.

Another time, when the underground iron gate was about to close, an old woman quickly rushed into the subway. I thought at that time: Why did this old woman rush into the subway regardless of her own life? What should I do if I am caught by an underground iron gate?

At the end of the activity, the teacher asked us to gather around the gates of various platforms and shout: Please take a civilized bus, get off first and then get on, thank you for your cooperation! After running a few laps, the activity will speed up. I was so thirsty that my mother bought me a bottle of water to drink, and then we went home.

I have gained a lot today!

# Model essay on volunteer service diary (the fourth selected article) #

Before the summer vacation, the school organized an activity to volunteer in Shanghai Library. Many students signed up, and I was lucky enough to be one of them and participated in volunteer work for a week.

The summer vacation has begun, and I have been looking forward to this week coming soon. Today, the day I've been waiting for has finally arrived.

After lunch, I urged my mother to send me out early. I was scheduled to arrive at 1: 30. Ten minutes after one o'clock, I came to the main service desk of the library to report for duty. The team members are all here, and the library staff took us to the borrowing room. When the teacher arranged for us to be volunteers in the book return service, I recalled what the commentator said when I visited the library last semester: "This machine works like this: first, put the books to be returned in the sensing area, and the machine will read and ask for the books and their serial numbers. Then press Return and OK, and finally press Print or Finish. The book will be fine. "

Thinking of this, I immediately chose a machine and began to work. After a while, an uncle came into the borrowing room with a stack of books. I said to myself, "Come to me, come to me." Sure enough, my uncle came to me directly. So I received him warmly.

"Uncle, do you want to return the book?"

"yes."

"Let me help you." I said, took the book, put it in the sensing area, and pressed the "Return Book" button and the "OK" button.

While operating, I asked, "Uncle, do you want to print?"

"good! Thank you! " Uncle said.

So, I pressed "print" and the receipt was spit out by the machine. I carefully tore off the receipt and handed it to my uncle. "Please accept it!" I smiled and said to my uncle. Uncle also smiled and said, "Thank you, children!" "

In two hours, I received dozens of returned books. You can also read books in your spare time, so that you can bathe in the scholarly atmosphere while serving the society. I will take part in such activities in the future.

# Model essay on volunteer service diary (the fifth selected article) #

Last time I was reading in Dinghai Library, I accidentally learned that the library was recruiting "young volunteers". I couldn't help being ecstatic and thinking, "Why don't I volunteer once?" So, I signed up.

First, I got a book board, code 0 17. When I officially started working, I quickly shuttled through the maze of bookshelves, put away all unnecessary substitute books and inserted them on the bookshelves one by one in color order.

The second job of our volunteers: sorting out the books that are lying about. We searched the shelves carefully and soon found five or six books that were misplaced. A little boy asked me, "Brother Volunteer, where should I put this book?" When I saw the title of the book: the unlucky ballpoint pen, I knew it must be science fiction, usually in the column of "Foreign Literature II", but its author was from China, so I was in trouble. Where can I put it? After careful consideration, I decided to ask the librarian. The librarian said with a smile, don't you see the number of this book is 0357? This is the latest book, so it should be in the "new book counter". We suddenly realized. Our last job is to sort out the books that are upside down on a row of books. I immediately went to see the Lan Tu Rainbow Cat Series and Jackie Chan's Adventures, which were the easiest to screw up. Sure enough, I found at least a dozen books lying in it.

In addition, I also "invited" some parents of children over five years old. It is time to call it a day. Let me see my score. Hey, that's good. This is a ***50 points. As long as you reach the specified points, you can redeem gifts.

Ding Lingling rang after work, and we went home contentedly.

# Model essay on volunteer service diary (selected article 6) #

In May, Jinshan ushered in the World Beach Volleyball Tour as always. I wanted to be a volunteer since I was a child. I signed up as a beach volleyball volunteer and became a volunteer.

In the first few days, we always ran around like tourists, busy asking athletes for autographs, which made the teacher very headache. But no one knows that this is a sign of a storm.

Sure enough, the storm came. In the next three days, with the arrival of the May Day holiday, our workload is getting bigger and bigger. Eight games a day at most, and the venue is under the scorching sun. I don't have the energy to sign after a game. I just went back to the volunteer service station as soon as possible and sat down to have a rest.

Although there are many athletes, the most unforgettable thing is a pair of male athletes in Brazil. The tallest one is called "wall" by insiders, which means wall. You know, he blocks a lot, and few balls can pass him. Although he is in his early thirties, he still has a lingering influence: although the short man has no domineering nickname, although he is only 22 years old, he has made unremitting efforts for his team to win the third place. The opponent spiked again and again, and lost the ball again and again. Although they were only runners-up, their friendship, domineering and persistence made me unforgettable. Because I often play in my venue, I know each other when I see more and become good friends. The wall also gave me his sunglasses, which is a testimony of our cross-border friendship. I really hope to see the "wall" group next time I volunteer!

Urban beaches are 4a-level tourist attractions, and food is essential. As volunteers, we won't miss this golden opportunity! Holding 50 yuan, I walked to the snack street, blowing pleasant sea breeze, looking at the vast Hangzhou Bay and smelling the barbecue. Ah, great. I bought four beef skewers (although it's a little expensive, I dare not buy chicken and pork, you know h7n9), one for Mr. Wu, one for my classmates and two for myself. Lying on the beach chewing delicious beef is really a pleasure!

Although the days of volunteering for sand rafts are bitter and sweet, I still enjoy it!

# Model essay on volunteer service diary (the seventh selection) #

On the fourth day of the lunar new year, before 9 o'clock, I went to the south library to take charge. After meeting the teacher, I received the task and started a day of "migrant workers" life.

I actually took the entrance, the traffic fortress of the whole museum. "You sit in this place and let everyone show their health code and travel code, and register. What is the blind box ... ". After listening in a daze, I put on the red shirt and sat in front of the stage without hesitation. But it's a little embarrassing because I'm wearing a down jacket, and the volunteer's vest can't be buckled at all …

Bored, I took out my computer and did some homework. I don't know how long it took, but finally a father came with their children. I was very excited to put down my work, stood up and said in a respectful tone, "Please show me your health code and itinerary code here, and then register to enter." But the man's sentence "I won't go in" and the library teacher's sentence "This is our child" immediately stunned me. The word "embarrassed" jumped out of my mouth involuntarily. But "it's okay, you did the right thing!" Let me find myself instantly. In the rest of the morning, I overcame my social fear and received dozens of readers.

After a delicious lunch, I hurried back. At first glance, there is a strange figure. It turns out that the afternoon work was helped by my friends. The two of us, facing hundreds of messy books, sometimes bend over, sometimes squat down, and sometimes stand. These books are divided into picture books and other two categories, and then subdivided into "other" books. In this process, I gradually learned the meaning of the letters in the book-serial number. We picked up the books one by one and put them down one by one. The whole process is "taking, watching and releasing" in one go. After a while, I couldn't straighten up. But in the end, I felt a lot of pride when I looked at the neat piles of books on the ground.

This day is the first step of my voluntary service, both long and short. I understand the difficulty of librarian's work and the importance of labor.

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