Analysis Of The Article ' Goodwin Scandal '

They all labeled downtown El Paso’s buildings. I looked at them, lost for I had no knowledge of what they were talking about. I was still just a bird hatching from the shell. I turned left and there it was, classroom A1518. The two large, dark wooden doors were opened and on top of them was the sign “ARCHITECTURE”. I stood there with my breath taken away from me. “So… This is it. This is why you came into Northwest. This is your purpose” I took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and continued on forward. Inside was a large room with computers on most of the side walls and desks the size of tables were located in the middle. All of the other students’ eyes were on me. I got even more nervous. They probably asked themselves if I was lost because of course, who would expect a 15-year-old to take an architecture college class? I walked slowly towards the 2nd desk in the front row. I sat in the tall black chair as the sound of the AC and the computer fans grew bigger and bigger. I’ve never heard anymore silence in my life. I opened my backpack’s side apartment and took out my pencil and place it on the side of the dark brown desk. I looked around and saw another room inside of

The city always seemed to push the stars farther away from the world in the dead of night. Rain had begun to sprinkle downtown and it began to trickle across the top of the parked cars in the street. Vernon was sitting there silently listening to the drizzle outside that sounded like pebbles falling on a tin roof, still thinking about the dreams his been having. The Coffee Cup was like any other diner nestled between apartments and liquor stores. There was seven cut-up stools and behind them against the wall sat a cigarette machine and no smoking sign. The counter was worn from years of service. Two booths sat facing the storefront windows

An opportunity arose to visit the city of my dreams. My school’s basketball team was participating in a tournament at Yeshiva University, and my friend Zach had an apartment that we could stay in nearby in Washington Heights. My parents were skeptical at first, because they were concerned with the safety of Washington Heights. I eventually persuaded them to let me stay with Zach, when my uncle Rich volunteered to backstop my trip. I began to contact my uncle Rich who lives in the Upper East Side of New York, to see if he had any advice on what to do while in New York. He worked together with me to brainstorm ideas of how to maximize my trip. I tried to get Zach involved with the planning but he became overwhelmed, and preferred to live by the play it by ear mentality. After a few weeks of planning with Rich, it came time to board the plane in West Palm Beach. Zach and I sat next to a girl who was a native New Yorker. I asked her “what do you do for fun in New York.” She responded by saying “ the best part of New York is getting lost.” I thought that she had an interesting response, but I didn’t plan on getting lost.

The name is Roger, Roger Felix; I’m living in the the worst few years anyone ever could live in 1932. It all started in 1929 when the stock market had crashed, from that moment on the rate of unemployment had risen significantly. The only thing I have going for me is that I got a job building that Rockefeller Building in the one and only New York City. Personally, I don’t know how that the big shot Mr. Rockefeller can fund over 40,000 jobs in this economy but he manages to do it. So, The days begin at 5:30 A.M usually; I have to wake up an thirty minutes before work so that I can walk over to the fancy dancy building on time. I live in the city, and I share an apartment with Tommy, Johnny, and Robert. We all work together, but I still feel

It was just another average and ordinary day in New York. The birds were flying, the air was turning cold from the transition from Summer to Fall, and it was just another day in the office. But, at around 8:45, the North Tower

“Who’s they?” he wanted to know. “Who, specifically, do you think is trying to murder you?”

When I was thirteen years old, my uncle would take me to Wall Street and I fell in love with that street more than any street in New York City. At the time, I didn't know what was behind those mantains of concrete and steel. While I was waiting for my uncle to finish his meeting, I told a man there “I want to work here.” and he replied “Do good in school.”

“Dad's hands trembled slightly as he unrolled different blueprints. He had drawn frontal views, side views, and aerial views of the Glass Castle. He had diagrammed the wiring and the plumbing. He had drawn the interiors of rooms and labeled them and specified their dimensions, down to the inches, in his precise, blocky handwriting. I stared at the plans. "Dad," I said. "you'll never build the Glass Castle." "Are you saying you don't have faith in your old man?" "Even if you do, I'll be gone. In less than three months, I'm leaving for New York City." "What I was thinking was you don't have to go right away," Dad said. I could stay and graduate from Welch High and go to Bluefield State, as Miss Katona had suggested, then get a job at The Welch Daily News.

He rented a space on Depot Street, and when he learned that the O’Connor Building was for sale, he didn’t hesitate – he knew that what was then a furniture and flooring store, would make the perfect studio. He was attracted to the light in the building and its 12 foot

During class he was going to ask the teacher to go to the restroom. While he asked he noticed on the computer screen was an email. It read: Important meeting tonight, please gather in the lounge at 7:00 pm tonight. Vernon knew that the meeting was going to be about what he heard a few weeks back. The night after basketball practice Vernon told Desmond to wait with him. As ordered Desmond did. When Desmond got the chance he asked Vernon what was up. Vernon explained what he saw and heard a few weeks ago. Desmond wasn’t convinced that what Vernon said was true. Vernon wanted to show desmond that what he heard was true. Vernon went to the locker room where his bag was at. Desmond followed along eager to find out whether this was true or not. When they got to the locker room Vernon pulled out the tool that would help him hear through walls. He showed and explained to Desmond what it is and what it does. Since Vernon knew where the meeting was going to be he went in dark empty room next to the lounge. It was just several minutes past the time the staff was going to meet. He fired up his wall-hearing device and listened carefully. This is what he heard. “We have a big problem

Armando Harmon lived in a small California town. The town’s name was Arcata. Home to the college of Humboldt State University. This small, college town hugged the pacific ocean with beaches at the bottom of cliffs. Armando worked as the manager of the Best Western Arcata Inn, near a giant, grass field that led to the shore. Armando sat at his desk for hours upon hours each day, waiting for someone to call when he or she had a problem. Of course, this job was extremely monotonous, and did it never change. At least twice an hour and 12 hours per day, some rowdy hotel patron would phone the front desk for some silly reason. Regardless of reason, he hated having to lug himself all the way from one end of the hotel to another, through the long

The name is Roger, Roger Felix; I’m living in the worst few years anyone ever could live in 1932. It all started in 1929 when the stock market had crashed, from that moment on the rate of unemployment had risen significantly. The only thing I have going for me is that I got a job building that Rockefeller Building in the one and only New York City. Personally, I don’t know how that the big shot Mr. Rockefeller can fund over 40,000 jobs in this economy but he manages to do it. So, The days begin at 5:30 A.M usually; I have to wake up an thirty minutes before work so that I can walk over to the fancy dancy building on time. I live in the city, and I share an apartment with Tommy, Johnny, and Robert. We all work together, but I still feel like I barely know them. Our apartment building can be seen if you look to the southwest part of the top of the Rockefeller building.

On March 31, the board of directors fired Scrushy and Owens and the auditors Ernest & young. The company removed Scrushy’s name from the conference center and hired a restricting firm to help the company to avoid bankruptcy.

As he neared the donut shop he noticed just the slightest bit of movement on the far corner of the seemingly dead store, then he saw them, Kevin, Rose and Amanda and he knew exactly how all of them would get out of this junkyard. He immediately called to them to come over. They were hesitant to but they did slowly make their way to him. As they introduced themselves he told them about how he wanted to leave. Kevin was a very tall masculine

This Novak dealership was the runt in the litter. There were four other Novak car dealerships in the city. They sold luxury to foreigners and middle-aged men, but this dealership was known for rust, and red numbers. It was also the only one that my dad owned. It was always quiet; yet about an hour ago, Dad had gotten a call, and had gone into his dimly lit back office to talk. From where I sat at the desk, I could hear snippets of the conversation that filtered in through the gap in the door.