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I was very fortunate to attend Brigham Young University. I graduated with a master’s degree in accounting, and I’m not sure I was really aware at the time of what a great education I had received. When I entered BYU I wanted to play football, but once I began taking accounting and business classes at the Marriott School, I realized I had much better prospects in accounting. 
“Citius! Altius! Fortius!” Heralding the commencement of the 2002 Winter Olympics, the 360-member Mormon Tabernacle Choir reverberated John Williams’s “Call of the Champions” across Rice-Eccles Stadium.
Born on a pair of Levi’s in a small trailer and circumcised by a doctor whose surname was Butcher, Daniel Burleigh’s entrance into the world seems like the beginning of a modern-day Charles Dickens tale. 
It’s hard for many students to remember the days before iPods, Hulu, Twitter, and Skype. If you were to stroll across campus, odds are you could find all of these and many more technologies in use—they have become central to university life.
It’s not all about touchdowns for BYU’s football team, though you’d never know it judging by last year’s knockout season—or the past four seasons, for that matter. During the past four years, the Cougars have won forty-three and lost nine, a record surpassed by only four other schools in the country.1
In my fifty-four years in business I have studied leadership and have been anxious to learn why people are successful. I believe strongly that everyone who wants to be successful will be.
 Getting fit may be more about numbers than you ever thought. But don’t worry.
How the French Put U.S. Adoption of International Accounting Standards on the Rocks. 
So you went to business school. But it’s been a few years . . . And perhaps some of the recent economic news has left you a little befuddled. We’ve unscrambled some particularly tricky terms that will put you back at the head of the class.
You know you’re in Hong Kong when you smell it. First, it’s flowery-sweet, popcorn-esque jasmine rice. Next, it’s incense from the factories that line the coast just to the north.