When I was a child, I was very introverted and afraid of meeting people. Especially strangers. Sometimes I stay at home all day watching TV, listening to songs and reading books. Being out of touch with the outside world is like a bird in a cage. Even if the cage door is open, it will never fly.
When you meet an acquaintance in the street, you just smile with your eyes. Only when your parents force you will you say hello to strangers. At that time, my friends, adults and teachers all said that I was withdrawn. Perhaps it was there that I became a "mediocre person" in Lu Xun's works. I don't know what I'm doing all day, and I don't care much about things around me.
Maybe people will change. I have changed since I entered junior high school. I also realized that people must communicate with others and make themselves truly open. Only in this way will things become simple, the world will tolerate you, the society will tolerate you, and at the same time, they will accept others and themselves.
I have learned to be an extrovert, but I may not be very successful, but I am still shy. The ancients said, "A leopard cannot change his spots." I'm a little discouraged! But it doesn't matter, friends are always increasing. I will gradually expand the original small circle, meet new friends, and meet friends of friends. Later, when I became a class representative, I tried to recognize people when I received and distributed my homework, and I got to know my classmates once and twice. I also met people in other classes through teachers.
When I went to high school, I was completely different from junior high school and primary school! After many things, I also know what kind of friends are worth making, who should have less contact, how to make friends, how to care about others and how to deal with interpersonal relationships. ...
I have lived in the melting pot of society for more than ten years and learned a lot. But I don't know, there are still many unknowns. From a little girl to a mature girl! Continue to explore and explore in the unknown world in order to enrich and mature yourself.
I firmly believe in one sentence: "if you can't be the moon, you will be a star in the sky;" If you can't be a rose, be a grass among the flowers on the ground; Everyone is born to shine, depending on what light you emit! "
Psychological Story Essay (2)
Now most college students always take it for granted that their families, others and society have helped them. Actually, it's not. As we are over 18 years old, we are adults and have the ability to take care of ourselves. Family, others and society don't have to help you, they just help you because they act according to their own conscience. They have morals. Therefore, we should thank them for their help. Under the guidance of gratitude, we should help others and give back to society in the future.
"Grateful heart, thank you for staying with me all my life, and let me have the courage to be myself …" Grateful heart sang the voices of countless people, yes! Maybe life will not be bleak, life will not be confused, and I will not feel lonely and helpless. It is a grateful heart that illuminates my bleak life path; It is a grateful heart that guides me at the crossroads. It is a grateful heart that warms my cold heart and turns me from a confused and helpless child into a young man with ideals and thoughts.
Quietly listening to the footsteps of years reverberate in my heart, awakening the memory that has been sleeping for a long time. A few days ago, the Psychological Committee brought us a "5.25 Mental Health Essay" document with the theme of "Gratitude, Giving Back to the Society". I have never been very optimistic about composition, because my writing level and ability are really flattering, but when I see this theme, I have an impulse to participate. I think I'm a sophomore and I'm about to enter junior year. My college life is over half, and I haven't written an article since the college entrance examination. My level should be unimaginable at this time, but it doesn't matter. I can take this opportunity to recall this thing that has been buried in my heart in the form of an article, so that it can be imprinted in my heart more deeply and let me carry forward the spirit of selfless dedication of teachers. I have no gorgeous and beautiful words. I can only tell this story of my own personal experience in easy-to-understand words and share it with you. I also hope that everyone can pass on this grateful heart.
When the third year of senior high school is next semester, it is about to face the college entrance examination. Because I am a good student in five ordinary classes in the school, so is my class. I am very popular and concerned by teachers. The school has built a new canteen this semester, and the price of a meal of 50 cents has risen to two or three yuan. I met with difficulties in the first month. In the past, money was enough for one month, but now it can only be used for one week. At this time, I was worried and didn't want to read any more, but I was afraid that my family and teachers would be worried. Finally, I had to rent a room with two beds in partnership with a sophomore in the same village, leaving only a small space for cooking. In order to reduce expenses, we brought our own rice for cooking, and a lot of our own potatoes, oil, peppers … and some at home. Every day after school, we only need to spend a few cents to buy some vegetables to eat. Compared with the school canteen, it is much more cost-effective, but it is a waste of time and energy. Unfortunately, one month after moving out, I failed the monthly exam and fell from the first place to the ninth place. At this moment, I am anxious, but there is nothing I can do. But what is more urgent than me is my head teacher, He Laoshi. He couldn't believe it was my grade, and began to ask my classmates about my whereabouts this month. One afternoon a few days later, after school, he called me and a classmate who had a little fluctuation in the exam to his office. When we arrived at the office, he asked us to sit down. He didn't say anything, but revised the book he had just brought. A few minutes later, all the teachers in the office left. He got up, closed the door, came back and sat down, and then began to say to us, "You should know why I called you to the office." We nodded at two o'clock, and he asked from my classmate first; "You play less and try to make up your English …" Then I turned around and began to ask me. My heart began to beat faster, and I don't know why. He said to me, "How did you do in this exam?" I didn't say a word, because I am usually very silent. More importantly, I did so badly in this exam that I have nothing to say. He had to answer himself: "I know you moved to rent a house off campus without telling me." Then he said in a demanding tone, "move back to me tomorrow." I refused, and I promised him that I would try. He took me over and said, "I know you will work hard, but you will waste a lot of time and energy outside." I was silent. He looked at me in silence and then asked, "Why don't you want to move in?" I don't want to say anything at this time, and I can't say anything. He also knows my reason, because he has already investigated it. Then he said, "Is there no money at home to pay for your meal in the canteen?" At this time, my heart was very sad and sour. Because my self-esteem is too strong, I have to turn and look out the window and nod. He immediately replied: "You don't have to worry about this, just move in first." I still dare not promise the teacher, just shook my head. He said anxiously, "If you move back, I will give you 50 yuan a week for living expenses, and come to me if you have no money." At this time, I couldn't help it, and the sour taste in my heart surged to the extreme. Tears can't help flowing downwards like running water, so I can't close my mouth. I cried like a child, and my body was weak, so I had to put it on my classmates' shoulders, and I couldn't stop myself as if I were controlled by the devil. Now I really don't know why. The teacher was also surprised and said, "Don't cry, how can you move back like a child, and then work hard for the last few months." But I still refused and kept crying. He may know that he is afraid of hurting my self-esteem, so he quickly said, "I don't want you to pay me back soon, or you can not pay me back." When you are admitted to the university and find a job and have money, you can pay me back twice, or you can give me a car when the official has money. " What can I do then? I have to agree. Later, he asked me to go to his house on Sunday to make up lessons for the children of rich families in the city for free. After that, I began to devote all my energy to my study. Although I didn't achieve the teacher's goal in the final college entrance examination, I still have a chance to go to college. Maybe he gave me this chance!
The story ends here. It's not very vivid, but I have tried my best, because I have experienced the spirit of the teacher with my heart. An ordinary person's pure and kind heart is so great, maybe his spirit infected me. Although I don't have the chance to help him now, I use his heart to infect and help people around me. As I often say to myself, I will help people around me when I have time and opportunity, and then I can't do it.
I hope that we college students will always help those who have helped us and society with a sincere gratitude, and help those who need help with gratitude, so that you can reap real and eternal happiness from others and society.
Grateful heart, thank you-my beloved He Laoshi.
Psychological Story Essay (3)
(A) good at listening
A long time ago, a Mongolian tribal emissary came to China to pay tribute to three identical Jin people. The golden wall was brilliant and the emperor was very happy. But the tribal ambassador was unkind and gave the emperor a question: who is the most valuable of the three gold people?
The emperor thought of many ways, and invited the best jeweler in the country to check the golden villain, weigh him and see his work. The results of all measurement methods are exactly the same. What shall we do? The messenger is still waiting for a return. A vast country, you don't even understand this little thing?
Finally, an old minister who abdicated said that he had an idea. The emperor invited the emissary to the hall, and the old minister confidently took three straws and inserted them into the ears of three gold people. ...
Insert the first golden man's ear and the straw comes out of the other ear. The straw of the second gold man fell out directly from his mouth, and the straw of the third gold man fell into his stomach without a sound. The old minister said: the third gold man is the most valuable! The messenger was silent and the answer was correct.
This story tells us that the most valuable person is not necessarily the most talkative person. God gave us two ears and one mouth, which was supposed to make us listen more and talk less. Being good at listening is the most basic quality of a mature person.
(2) Don't stare at the cup.
On one occasion, several of our classmates went to the university to visit their teachers. The teacher asked us how our life was. In a word, everyone is full of complaints, and everyone is complaining about the unsatisfactory life: the pressure of work is great, the troubles of life are many, the business battle of doing business is not smooth, and the career path is blocked ... For a time, everyone seems to be an abandoned child of God.
The teacher smiled without a word, took out many cups from the room and put them on the coffee table. These cups are all kinds, including porcelain, glass and plastic. Some cups look noble and elegant, others look simple and cheap ... The teacher said, "They are all my students, and I won't treat you as guests." If you are thirsty, please help yourself to water. "
We were thirsty, so we picked up our favorite cup and poured water. When we all had a glass of water in our hands, the teacher spoke. He pointed to the remaining cups on the coffee table and said, "Have you found that the cups you chose are the most beautiful and unique, but no one is like these plastic cups?" We're not surprised. Everyone wants to have a nice cup in his hand.