squeaky old swivel chair. Above him, there is a slowly turning fan that looks like its seen better days. That was my mental image of an accountant in freshman year. However, that soon changed.
At the start of sophomore year, I had no idea of precisely what I wanted to do for a career. Becoming a translator or a secretary was a vague idea, but those ideas didn’t appeal to me. However, I soon discovered the perfect career for myself. I had decided, in my freshman year, to take Accounting, mainly to learn…
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