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    If               you               are               intrigued               by               statistics               and               enjoy               mathematical               calculations,               you               could               have               a               bright               future               in               the               field               of               accounting.

    The               Bureau               of               Labor               Statistics               predicts               strong               job               growth               in               this               profession               between               2008               and               2018,               with               the               number               of               positions               expected               to               increase               by               22               percent.

    The               agency               notes               that               most               jobs               in               accounting               require               a               bachelor's               degree,               which               you               can               obtain               at               many               universities               and               colleges               in               the               United               States,               including               these.

    Louisiana               State               University
    The               Department               of               Accounting               is               part               of               Louisiana               State               University's               College               of               Business.

    The               department               offers               a               bachelor's               and               a               master's               degree               in               accounting,               as               well               as               a               Ph.D.

    The               department's               website               notes               that               its               professors               write               textbooks               and               articles               in               professional               journals               and               work               actively               in               the               accounting               field.

    Courses               offered               by               the               Department               of               Accounting               include               cost               analysis               and               control,               accounting               information               systems,               income               tax               accounting               and               fraud               auditing               and               forensic               accounting.

    Students               can               participate               in               Beta               Alpha               Psi,               an               organization               for               financial               information               students               and               professionals.
                   Louisiana               State               University               
                   E.

    J.

    Ourso               College               of               Business               
                   3304               Patrick               F.

    Taylor               Hall               
                   Baton               Rouge,               LA               70803               
                   225-578-3211
                   University               of               Arizona               
                   Through               the               Eller               College               of               Management,               students               at               the               University               of               Arizona               (UA)               can               pursue               a               master's               degree               in               accounting               or               a               bachelor               of               science               in               business               administration               with               an               accounting               major.

    There               is               also               a               doctoral               accounting               program               that               leads               to               a               Ph.D.

    in               management.

    Undergraduate               courses               offered               by               the               college's               Department               of               Accounting               include               accounting               for               nonprofits,               principles               of               profit               planning               and               control,               federal               taxation               and               analysis               of               financial               statements.

    The               department's               website               notes               that               its               faculty               is               active               in               research               and               published               in               top               industry               journals.

    The               UA               Accounting               Student               Association               gives               collegians               an               opportunity               to               interact               with               others               pursuing               degrees               in               this               field.
                   University               of               Arizona               
                   Eller               College               of               Management               
                   McClelland               Hall               301               
                   P.O.

    Box               210108               
                   Tucson,               Arizona               85721-0108               
                   520-621-2620
                   University               of               Wyoming               
                   A               bachelor's               and               master's               degree               in               accounting               are               available               at               the               University               of               Wyoming,               through               its               College               of               Business.

    "Students               completing               the               undergraduate               accounting               degree               are               ready               to               apply               to               many               certifications               such               as               the               Certified               Management               Accountant               (CMA),               Certified               Internal               Auditor               (CIA),               or               Certified               Financial               Manager               (CFM),"               notes               the               school's               website.

    Courses               required               for               the               undergraduate               degree               include               cost               accounting,               governmental               and               nonprofit               accounting,               auditing,               and               professionalism               and               ethics.

    The               college               also               offers               a               minor               in               accounting               and               two               student               organizations               related               to               the               field.
                   University               of               Wyoming               
                   College               of               Business               
                   Department               of               Accounting,               Dept.

    3275               
                   1000               E.

    University               Ave.


                   Laramie,               WY               82071               
                   307-766-3136
                   Florida               State               University
    The               Florida               State               University               (FSU)               College               of               Business               offers               a               bachelor's               and               master's               degree               in               accounting,               as               well               as               a               Ph.D.

    with               a               concentration               in               accounting.

    The               college's               website               notes               that               its               faculty               members               have               received               national               and               international               recognition               for               their               research.

    Courses               in               the               FSU               accounting               program               include               business               law               problems,               auditing               theory               and               application,               cost               accounting               and               law               for               accountancy.

    Students               can               participate               in               two               organizations               focused               on               accounting.
                   Florida               State               University               
                   Department               of               Accounting­­­­               
                   RBA               309               
                   Tallahassee,               FL               32306               
                   850-644-2771
                   Sources               used               for               this               article:
                   Bureau               of               Labor               Statistics:               Accountants               and               Auditors
                   Louisiana               State               University:               Department               of               Accounting
                   University               of               Arizona:               Accounting
                   University               of               Wyoming:               Accounting
                   The               Florida               State               University:               College               of               Business






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    This               was               from               early               on,               a               story               I               haven't               told               about               the               small               apartment               building               I               used               to               live               in.

    A               quick               reminder               to               people               who've               forgotten               or               an               introduction               to               those               who               never               knew:               In               Apartment               5:               Four               college-age               women               from               Buffalo               -               one               with               a               baby               -               cramped               into               two               small               bedrooms.
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    Someone               must               have               told               her               I               was               from               the               East.
                   "No.

    Am               I               missing               something?"
                   "Winter               lasts               six               months,               and               summer's               miserable,"               she               said.

    "When               I               was               six,               I               told               my               parents               I               was               moving               to               California.

    I'd               never               been               here,               just               seen               it               on               TV.

    But               people               always               looked               warm               and               comfortable.

    So               I               started               saving               when               I               was               ten,               and               by               the               time               I               graduated               from               high               school,               I'd               convinced               three               of               my               friends               to               come               with               me."
                   They               were               Jackie,               Kim,               and               Lisa,               the               last,               the               possibly               unwed               mother.

    They               were               all               thin,               pretty,               and               had               various               shades               of               hair.

    Each               had               some               kind               of               low-paying               job.
                   "So               what?"               Jackie               joked.

    "We'll               all               marry               billionaires."
                   In               Apartment               7               were               two               college-age               guys:               Lonnie,               an               accountant,               and               Dale,               a               mechanic.

    Both               were               from               L.A.

    but               couldn't               have               been               more               different.

    Lonnie               was               tight,               toned               -               an               athlete               who               spent               at               least               an               hour               each               day               in               the               gym               and               another               hour               oiled               by               the               pool.

    He               was               almost               always               shirtless               and               was               often               accompanied               by               his               pet               boa               constrictor,               Yuck.
                   Dale               was               taller,               thinner,               shaggier               than               Lonnie.

    His               thick,               dark               hair               nearly               covered               his               eyes,               and               he               was               always               grinning.
                   "Great               day!"               he'd               shout,               often               early               in               the               morning               when               I               was               far               from               awake.

    Somehow,               I'd               agree,               and               he'd               give               me               a               big               "thumbs               up."
                   But               you               couldn't               hate               the               guy.

    When               you               needed               something,               or               even               when               you               didn't,               he'd               always               volunteer.
                   "I               hosed               down               your               car,"               he'd               tell               me.

    "Hope               you               don't               mind."
                   "You               need               extra               cash?"               I'd               kid.
                   "Oh,               no!

    No!"               He               sounded               almost               offended.
                   "I               thought               you               were               short               on               rent..."
                   "No               way!

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    well,               your               car               looked               like               heck,"               he'd               word               politely.

    "So               I               gave               it               a               squirt."
                   In               Apartment               9               were               three               other               college-age               women,               these               actually               in               college.

    All               were               from               California.

    All               went               to               UCLA.

    Teri,               the               prettiest,               was               also               the               most               friendly.
                   "You               have               to               ignore               certain               people               around               here,"               she               warned               me               pleasantly               one               afternoon               as               we               walked               from               our               cars.

    "They               somehow               never               learned               manners."
                   "I               can't               imagine               who               you               mean,"               I               said,               laughing.

    And               we               both               glanced               at               the               pool-view               window               of               Vic,               our               pervert               neighbor.

    "He               giving               you               trouble?"
                   "He               wouldn't               know               how."
                   I               believed               that.

    Though               after               Vic               saw               me               talking               with               Teri,               he               said,               "I               see               you're               flirting               with               the               bitch."
                   "She's               OK,"               I               defended.
                   "She'll               take               your               balls               off.

    Clean."
                   The               strange               thing               was               Teri               thought               Vic               was               cute.

    "I               like               older               guys.

    And               I'd               date               him...

    Once."
                   Teri's               roommates               were               Annette               and               Veronica.

    They               all               had               independent               career               plans,               not               involved               with               marrying               money.

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                   In               Apartment               6               were               four               more               guys,               all               in               their               early               twenties,               all               grungily               good-looking               and               sure               of               themselves.

    Two               of               the               four               were               brothers,               the               younger               being               our               new               manager.

    "He's               older,               but               I'm               more               responsible,"               Younger               Brother               claimed.

    The               unrelated               pair               were               their               bass               guitarist               and               drummer.
                   As               their               shared               van               first               pulled               into               our               parking               lot,               I               read               the               rolling               advertisement               on               its               side:               "PARTY!

    Rock!

    Jazz!

    Disco!

    Rap!"               An               old               phone               number               was               newly               painted               out.
                   It               was               a               party,               too,               because               -               in               the               four               apartments               -               we               had               six               bucks               and               seven               potential               brides.

    You               didn't               even               have               to               imagine               the               possibilities.

    You               could               just               watch.
                   Kevin               started               the               games.

    He               was               the               band's               bass               player               and               made               an               easy               pass               at               Teri.

    She               responded,               grinning,               though               Kev               was               probably               years               younger               than               her               usual               range.

    But               he               was               also               Black               Irish,               and               she               was               young               Tuesday               Weld.

    Together,               they               were               the               stuff               wet               dreams               were               made               on.
                   Soon               after,               I               caught               Teri               whistling               at               Kevin               from               near               the               pool.

    It               was               early               June,               and               the               water               wasn't               warm               enough               for               swimming,               so               Teri               was               merely               sunning               in               something               shy               of               a               bikini.

    Kev               quickly               joined               her,               there               was               a               splash,               and               then               he               stood               shivering               --               still               fully               dressed               --               near               the               pool               ladder.
                   "Didn't               think               you'd               do               it,"               Teri               said,               laughing.
                   Kevin               grinned               -               as               only               a               guy               who's               done               something               goofy               for               sex               can.
                   Next               --               maybe               challenged               by               Kevin               --               Dale,               the               mechanic,               went               after               Lisa,               the               unwed               mom.
                   "There               is               a               father,"               Dale               told               me.

    He               was               changing               the               oil               in               his               truck.

    "Well,               of               course,               there's               a               father,               dipwit,"               he               corrected,               comically               hitting               himself               in               the               head.

    "What               I               mean               is               they               almost               got               married."
                   "Guy               chicken               out?"               I               asked.
                   "Nah,               Lisa               wasn't               sure               he               was               really               the               dad.

    And               she               was               afraid               --               if               the               kid               didn't               look               enough               like               the               dude               -               that               he'd               beat               the               crap               out               of               her."
                   "Nice               guy."
                   "Yeah,               well...

    you               know               New               Yorkers."
                   Third               up               was               our               fearless               manager               --               the               lead               guitarist               but               somehow               too               juvenile               to               grow               a               beard.

    He               pegged               Kim,               the               second               New               York               girl.
                   "She               won't               always               be               a               secretary,"               he               argued               defensively.

    "Just               like               I               won't               always               manage               a               dump."
                   We               were               in               the               pool               area,               assembling               a               new               gas               grill.
                   "Can               you               believe               they               didn't               have               one?"               he               complained.

    "Or               lounge               chairs...

    Rafts.

    First               thing               I               said               --               even               before               accepting               this               job               --               is               you               gotta               buy               us               something               to               sit               on."
                   He               suddenly               yelped,               slicing               his               finger.
                   "You               OK?"               I               asked.
                   "Oh,               yeah...

    Do               it               all               the               time."
                   Sucking               his               blood,               he               forced               another               bolt.
                   "Of               course,               I               was               joking,"               he               backed               down.

    "I               would've               grabbed               the               job               even               without               the               chairs.

    We               needed               a               place,               bad."
                   I               wondered               if               they'd               been               kicked               out               of               their               last               one.
                   "Now               Kim's               pretty               cagey,"               he               went               on.

    "Always               needing               to               check               with               her               roomies               before               she               commits.

    But               man,               she               goes               down               smooth."
                   Lonnie,               the               accountant,               was               fourth,               fifth,               sixth,               and               seventh,               dating               quickly               in               succession:               Annette,               Shannon,               Jackie,               and               Veronica.
                   "I've               got               nothing               against               any               of               them,"               he               assured               me.

    "They're               all               great,               and               I've               told               them               so.

    But               you               gotta               keep               moving."
                   "Why?"               I               asked.

    We               were               on               the               balcony,               Lonnie               taking               in               the               sun,               Yuck               coiled               around               his               neck.

    As               we               talked,               the               boa               constrictor               curled               curiously               toward               me.
                   "Love's               tough,"               Lonnie               lamented.

    "You               know               that               guy,               up               in               Berkeley?

    The               one               who               goes               naked               to               all               his               classes?

    Most               people               think               he's               crazy.

    I               swear               he's               just               trying               to               get               a               date."
                   "You               don't               seem               to               have               that               problem."
                   "But               I               do!

    Honest!

    I               can't               find               the               girl               I               want               to               marry.

    And               each               time               I               try,               the               damn               girls               keep               falling               in               love."
                   I               laughed.
                   "Well,               where               do               you               meet               girls               good               enough               to               take               home?"
                   That               stopped               me.

    "Guess               I've               never               been               that               serious,"               I               had               to               confess.

    "Maybe               because...

    well,               when               I               was               still               teaching...

    any               time               even               my               shoelace               broke,               it               was               a               financial               crisis."
                   He               waved               that               away.

    "I'll               always               have               money...

    But               they               gotta               want               more               than               that."
                   At               that               point,               things               were               still               relatively               clean:               One               guy.

    One               girl               --               at               least,               one               at               a               time.

    Then               Older               Brother               lived               up               to               his               "Less               Responsible"               reputation               by               sleeping               with               Teri               -               while               she               was               still               seeing               Kev.
                   "It's               cool,"               Older               Brother               insisted.

    "Kev               doesn't               care...

    Well,               I               mean,               he               does...

    But               he               doesn't...

    And,               either               way,               he               doesn't               know               what               to               do               about               it."
                   I               tried               to               sort               this               out.

    "Let               me               get               this               right               -               you're               sleeping               with               Teri               as               a               favor               to               Kev?"
                   "Sleeping?

    We               ain't               even               lying               down."
                   That               really               cracked               him               up.
                   "But               Kevin               wants               to               break               off               with               Teri?"               I               eventually               pushed               on
                   "I               told               you               -               Kev               never               knows               what               he               wants.

    That's               what               girls               find               cool."
                   I               sort               of               knew               that               already.

    It               was               an               art               I'd               never               mastered.
                   "How's               Teri               feel?"               I               asked
                   "What's               it               matter?"               Older               Brother               steamed,               seeming               exasperated               with               me.

    "Two               weeks,               and               everything'll               change."
                   It               seemed               cynical,               but               he               called               it               exactly               right.

    As               soon               as               the               pool               heated,               the               passion               play               moved               outdoors.

    Lounge               chairs               became               apartments.

    Food               was               everywhere.

    The               gas               grill               burned               overtime.
                   For               extra               fun,               the               guys               seemed               to               love               scaling               the               pool               wall.

    They'd               toe               into               its               crumbling               cinder               block,               swing               themselves               onto               the               carport               roof,               then               cannonball               into               the               water.

    When               that               proved               too               easy,               they               stormed               the               pool               gazebo               -               higher               and               further               away.

    Guys               climbed               and               leapt,               girls               screamed               and               twisted               to               avoid               getting               sloshed,               the               baby               cried,               and               burgers               and               beers               and               who               knew               what               else               were               passed.
                   Coming               home               late,               I'd               see               bodies               squirming               in               the               turquoise               pool               light.

    I               was               never               sure               whose,               or               in               what               combination,               but               it               hardly               mattered.

    Yeah,               there               were               fights:               Screaming.

    Accusations.

    Whole               apartments               set               against               each               other.

    And               things               flew:               Out               windows.

    Crashing               to               the               cement.

    But               music               always               soothed               the               heaving               breasts,               and,               after               midnight               gigs,               the               band               jammed               around               the               pool.

    And               they               were               good.

    I'd               often               come               down               to               listen.
                   Other               people               in               the               building               hid.

    "Thank               goodness               for               air               conditioning,"               Sally,               our               oldest               resident,               said.

    "It's               not               really               hot               enough               yet.

    But               with               my               machine               on,               I               can't               hear               a               thing.

    It               lets               the               children               play."
                   Other               tenants,               hard-working               and               middle-aged,               were               less               forgiving:               "They               should               all               be               evicted."
                   "Four               apartments?"               I               reasoned.

    "The               owners               wouldn't               do               that."
                   "Then               the               guys               should               be               whipped."
                   Vic,               our               harmless               pervert,               was               eager               to               apply               that               discipline               --               if               only               to               get               a               cleaner               shot               at               the               girls.

    I               was               sure               they               kept               him               in               permanent               orgasm;               I'd               often               see               his               mini-blinds               quiver.

    And               the               girls               knew               he               was               there.

    They'd               sometimes               wave,               or               "accidentally"               flash               him.
                   The               people               who               lived               on               the               building's               "quiet               side,"               away               from               the               pool,               came               off               best               .

    Though,               ironically,               two-of-the-three               empty               apartments               were               there.

    A               sign               out               front               steadily               advertised               "Vacancies"               but,               typically,               when               one               young               woman               came               to               apply,               she               was               greeted               by               Older               Brother               in               drenched               Speedos.

    She               halted,               involuntarily.
                   "Come               try               the               pool!"               Older               Brother               nearly               sang.

    "The               water's               f-i-i-i-n-e!"
                   The               girl               stared.

    "I...

    I...

    I..."
                   At               that               moment,               Lonnie               appeared               on               the               balcony,               in               Spandex               boxers,               toting               Yuck.

    The               women               screamed.
                   "Damn!"               Older               Brother               mourned               as               she               fled               -               as               if               he'd               even               been               close.

    Then               he               hit               the               pool,               vaulted               the               gazebo,               and               -               bleating               like               Tarzan               -               cannonballed               home.
                   I               swam,               too,               in               my               free               moments.

    Or               when               it               was               so               hot               when               I               finally               crawled               home               that               the               pool               was               faster               than               a               shower.

    The               gang               was               always               friendly,               and               I               even               thought               about               asking               one               of               the               girls               out.

    But               it               was               too               much               like               dating               students.
                   In               the               pool,               I               mainly               dove.

    Gliding               to               one               end,               reversing,               then               diving               again               and               gliding               back.

    Strange               objects               floated               by...

    baby               toys...

    other               unfathomables.

    Or               they               swayed               gently               on               the               pool               bottom.

    At               work,               I               slowly               circled               a               woman               close               to               my               age               though               far               better               established.

    She               praised               me               relentlessly,               but               we               both               knew               she               was               out               of               reach.

    Through               friends,               I               met               more               accessible               women,               aspiring               actresses,               so               insecure.

    One               left               the               following               message               on               a               Sunday               when               I'd               been               suddenly               called               to               work:               "I               spent               the               afternoon               worried               you               were               dead,               and               the               evening               hoping               you               were."
                   All               around               me,               hormones               freebased,               and               I               spent               the               most               cloistered               summer               of               my               life.






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