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Congress created The National Endowment for the Arts in response to the National Foundation on the Arts and the Humanities Act

To achieve this accomplishment I must communicate with the NRSA Payback officials, Grantees, University Business Officials, and Principal Investigators verbally and in written correspondence. As well, regular tracking of these items are communicated to Grants Management Specialists via an Excel spreadsheets I created to send the information utilizing

Background checks are a useful tool for employers to determine the fit of a candidate to the organization. They pull up any issues or discrepancies that may not have been provided by the candidate during the interview. It is very important that during the interview, the candidate is advised that there will be a background and reference check conducted so that they cannot say they did not know. After the background check has come back, the interviewer needs to decide whether or not to hire the candidate.

“Compare/contrast Faulkner’s ‘Dry September’ with ‘A rose for Emily’ in terms of writing style and character presentation.”

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With all the problems we'd been having with our new neighbor, Billy decided it was time to build a solid fence between the two of us. Maybe if he couldn't see us, he'd leave us alone, and I agreed. It hadn't actually been part of the plan when we were deciding how we wanted to renovate the backyard, but after everything that had happened, it seemed like a good idea.

It was another day in the wonderful world of VMI. Today started off just like any day here: your phone wakes you up with that dreadful sound, you go to BRC, and you go to classes. Except I was anxious to get the next twenty-four hours over and done with. I told my loved ones I was digitally disappearing for the next twenty-four hours. My isolation began at four p.m on Monday, October 2. This was the moment I feared the most. My finger struggled to hit the power off button, refusing as if it had a mind of its own. I went down to the rifle range for practice feeling like I had forgotten something. Minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days. I slowly walked back to barracks realizing how beautiful the colors of the leaves were.

‘He’s not family. He’s not.’ Dibs gently sits down on the bed, her two hands clutched down beside her, as she looks down at her feet. ‘How could my own husband do this to me?’, she mutters. William sits down beside his mother, placing a hand upon her back. The two sit in silence for a moment, as they reflect on the words recently spoken. ‘I ain’t gonna let him have it, I tell ya,’ adds Dibs. ‘It’ll be okay, mum,’ William responds. ‘He doesn’t have a chance in hell getting this farm. No need to worry about it. Now how about a cuppa?’ William pats Dibs back, before the two lift to their feet, and head downstairs.

In a tiny little park, in a small urban town, amongst the busy sidewalks of Merchant Row, the entrance to the magical land of Falken Dell stands open. Not that anybody can see the darkened sinister gateway at the base of an ancient tree, with its glowing edges. "Who left this open!” the caretaker yells. "This is happening way too often and I'm getting sick of it," he said as he closes the door in frustration. The glowing light blinks out in the shadow of the grotto in the park, made up of hundreds of tree branches forming a makeshift cave.

Colorful skies filled with black crystal warships covered the different planet. Purple crystal war tanks roamed the streets as well as soldiers who wore black with purple crystal battle tech suits. Some of them began to watch many of their prisoners perform slave labor while others moved with the tension to attack any enemy.

There I was, falling asleep again. I’ve been sitting in these damn meetings all summer just rotting away like my bosses prehistoric brain was. My boss, Mr. Harvey Mans, was about 6 foot three, maybe two-hundred and ninety-seven pounds of pure bullshit. I remember the day.. He was looking as jolly as ‘ol Saint Nick himself, three hundred years plus and probably just as old as him too. This guy was getting older every breath he took and could possibly put Jiggly Puff to sleep with his monotone voice.

The close confines of the narrow corridor gave Andreas the heebie-jeebies. He’d rather walk the foyer of Bossman’s Netherworld pad. With colossal black columns, razor-sharp shards hanging from the ceiling and devil-red eyes in the darkness tracking his steps and Hellhounds lazing in a sulfuric reek. Better than lemon-scented polish, the smell of carpet shampoo and insulated white walls guiding him to a door marked, Private.