Reflection Paper On Leadership

community are at the Youth Center. I am an active member of Torch Club. I am currently the Secretary of Torch Club, so I write down all of our ideas and such. Wbat we do in Torch Club is we help the community and provide occasiona l bake sales to others at the Youth Center. Also, I am an active member of the Rota Tiburones Swim Club. I am a Great White, in numeral form, level 4. I practice 8.5 hours a week, with practice at 6 in the morning before school on Mondays and Thursdays. At competitions, I have to make sure that I set a good example for the younger swimmers on the team. When I lived in Alexandria, Virginia, I was a part of a competitive gymnastics team. I had been doing gymnastics for 6 years, and was a level 6. I had to be very committed: I worked out 14 hours a week with Saturday to rest. I had to work very hard, and I also had to set a good example for the level 2s, 3s and 4s. It seemed that I bad to set a very good example for others, because how I competed affected the team's all-around score also.

immediately ushered over to a table full of food and was told to eat. Stephanie was also handed a

Next, we were told to mingle around and make the guests feel comfortable. In Finch Fieldhouse was hundreds of people who were here to receive the food we provided, and each of them had their own story to tell. I spent about a half an hour talking and getting to know some of them while we waited for the food truck to arrive. When it arrived I helped unload some of the boxes of food, which were surprisingly varied. I expected to see loads and loads of non-perishable foods, but instead I unloaded potatoes, apples, cakes and squash. I prepared bags to hand out, and arranged them on the tables. The people of the community began to line up, and I volunteered at the dessert table. Every person who went by was given one or two desserts like cookies, donuts, pie or cake. I could see the happiness on their faces as I handed out treats and laughed with them. The most memorable moment was when a young girl and her father came through the line. They had been waiting in line almost the whole time, and the dessert stand was the last table. When they walked by, I asked the young girl what kind of dessert she wanted, and she looked at her father as if to ask permission. He told her to pick one out, and she quietly asked for a cake. I spent some time searching for the perfect cake, one that had chocolate frosting. When I handed it to her, her face lit up like the sun. I had

“Patricia, is it my imagination or have we been sitting here for fifteen minutes and our waitress hasn’t come to take our order?” Leah said looking around the exquisite dining room of Revolution. After meeting in the restaurant lobby, both of them arrived earlier than their reservation time, they were escorted to their seat by a maitre’d who cast appreciative glances at both of them. They quickly were given menus and provided complementary waters and bread. Then the slow down began.

“You three! It’s time for lunch. Come upstairs, you’re having tuna fish sandwiches, chips, juice, and an apple. Hurry, because after lunch, Roman would like to speak with you individually, not in a group like last time,” he said. They hurried to the dining room. It had three wooden chairs, a table, and a lunch on the table. They sat down, and ate hungrily. Kristien finished first, and Alphonzo, who was in the room, took her to see Roman.

    “Ok, who is going home for lunch?” I asked the class. Several hands shot up. Then I asked the remainder of the students to put their lunch on their desk if they’d brought it from home. I paced down the aisles of seats and stopped at Walter’s desk.

Waiters and waitresses came to each table, handing out plates of appetizers before the speech started. Looking down at the Salad, Isaac moved it to the side. Epsilon looked at him, waiting for the green light to take it from him. Isaac allowed him to do so, turning his attention to the large speakers, listening to the music. Everyone ate their salads, not paying any mind to anything else. Kassius could be seen in the distance, fiddling with a microphone in his hand. Isaac knew the speech would be starting in a short amount of time, waiting

“This is our cafatorium.” The mayor said as they entered a large room next to the factory. “I sorry, you 're what?” Kris asked. “Our cafatorium,” the mayor repeated. “It’s a combination cafeteria and an auditorium.” Pointing to one of the long walls the mayor said, “The cafeteria serving line is on that wall.” “We have enough tables and chairs in here to seat everyone who works in the factory and then some.”

The Chef launched the spatula across the kitchen. In that moment silence occurred. It was then the ticket machine stared ticking away only a few seconds later. The dinner rush was now officially starting. The kitchen was hot and steamy; the Chef now had to cool down his angry, or he could not possibly control the ovens, stove tops, the expo counter, while hollering over the equipment, so the wait-staff can hear the orders. It was a Friday night, the busiest night of the week. The Chef’s crew were all tired from the week. They had to clean the oven hoods on Monday, which made them stay till two in the morning, two hours later than usual. There was a reservation for a banquet for a elementary soccer team. The restaurant was so load, the Chef

Lunch was served and everyone on the table was caught up with eating, additionally I was introduced to the patients round the table as a new student on the ward for training. The food

A bell rang and it was time for lunch. Freshmen were dismissed from the gym and walked toward the cafeteria. I didn’t know who I wanted to sit next to or who I wanted to talk to. I

After we were assigned a table, we searched through the menu for the perfect meal. The interior of the place was homey and warm. The atmosphere excited and joyful. As we waited for our meals we talked about everything that had been going on. I told them about the weird

There were 2 lunch A and B, because our school has a lot of student, I got B lunch, so I walked to lunch in the crowd. There were many people there, the tables got set already, I got into the lines, waited for my turn and had my lunch. After lunch, I came

Prior to attending the Business Internship course, my knowledge and understanding on successful business leaders was very limited. Although I had heard of countless success stories in business, I had never actually understood what it took to achieve such measures of success. However, it wasn’t until we had the privilege of hearing from four different business magnates in weeks 6 -9. Each of the business leaders gave an hour’s seminar and which was aimed at providing insights into their personal lives, working experiences and the core essence of 21st century business leadership.

In class, so far, we have discussed many different topics about leadership. One being different leadership theories. The one that I feel most represents the leader I want to be in the future is servant leadership. When we discussed servant leadership it was defined as this leadership model is based on the leader and the followers wanting to serve others. Basically, this means the servant leader you put your focus on the needs of others before your own. The followers goal is to serve clients and the leader’s goal is to serve the employee and implement the organization mission statement. The leader supports other employees by noticing their goals and provide the proper support to help them reach those goals. This