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By around 10pm most people had arrived and I was I feeling slightly unsettled. I didn’t really know anyone here. I mean I had talked with my old friends but they all seemed like they had somewhere better to be. It was as if they had never known me before. So there I am just sat on the crinkly, leather couch drinking alone. While sat there I had come to the conclusion that, I didn’t like beer, it tasted funny. I was sat there for a good 25 minutes before I started to notice that in fact, everyone was acting unnatural. I liked to people watch, it had became a habit of mine since I started my new college. Something was certainly not right; I had to get out of here.

I took a quick look around before I stood up and took a brisk walk to the door only to get intercepted by Tom.
“Leaving already? Its only 10:30” Tom asked.
“Yeah kinda feeling a bit ill, one too many beers I think” I gulped.
“I have just the thing, follow me”

Feeling slightly apprehensive I followed. He led me through a maze of people, to the outdoor sofas. The soft bass of the music filtered into my ears from the inside. Surprisingly it wasn’t cold out, considering it was the middle of November. Winter has always been my favourite season; I guess you couldn’t really class November as winter. It was a clear night, you could tell this because the stars were like headlights in the sky. The full moon illuminated the garden.

Tom had a big garden; it was the kind of garden you would see in the magazines. There were a few flowers in the flowerbeds but most had died due to the colder weather. His parents were keen gardeners, the bushes were all perfectly trimmed and there wasn’t a single leaf on lush grass. The sofas were located towards the back of the garden. It was surrounded by identical bushes. There was a thin, paved trail leading up to it. They were sheltered which was nice, it kept the fabric cushions dry from any rain. We took a seat next to the smokers; they all had longish hair and looked like the stereotypical stoner’s you would see in the movies. I had never met any of them before but they all seemed friendly enough. Tom proceeded to pull out a doobie. He lit it and puffed away on it. I was starting to wonder why he brought me out here. Why would I want to come out here and watch him smoke? He then sticks out his hand and beckons me to take the joint. I was slightly anxious about taking it; I had only ever smoked while I had been sober. However I liked it so I thought it might make me feel better. I ignored my gut instinct not to take it and took a few big hits and passed it back to Tom. He smiled.

“Not so bad, eh” Tom chimed.
“Hmm I suppose, I don’t feel any different” I coughed.
Inside my head was spinning. My vision was blurry. It was like my head had been shoved in a tornado. However I felt less nervous now than I did before, more at ease. That was until I detected everyone staring at me. They all looked at me with that same generic expression, sort of innocent but creepy at the same time. It was almost like they were possessed by something. I started to feel more and more uncomfortable so I decided get away from here.

I chucked my coat on and stumbled to the door. Fortunately for me it was open. I had my mind set on going home so I ventured on my journey across town; I debated calling a taxi but decided against the idea as I had no money. It is about half a mile to my house, and unfortunately it’s a dark and desolate walk. I got about halfway down the street when I heard someone calling my name. I swiftly turn around to see Tom stood there shaking slightly.

I saw something was wrong by expression on his face. He was scared. I figured it would just be the drugs so I started walking back towards him, to investigate the situation. He mouthed to me 'stop'. This sent a wave of panic through my body. Tears were now streaming down his face. I was now really scared, I had never seen him cry before.
“Tom?” I shouted “what’s wrong?”
I carried on walking towards him. He didn't answer. It was almost like he had been glued to the ground. He just stood there. This was weird even for Tom. He has never been the bravest of people but then again he didn’t usually display this kind of behaviour. Then out of nowhere a human looking creature leapt onto Tom and started to tear him apart limb from limb. I shivered as I saw guts being thrown out on to the street. Blood was spraying out everywhere. I couldn’t move. I was frozen with fright. I watched as this red-eyed creature, denatured my friend. I let out a whimper. With that the creature turned to me and looked me dead in the eye, and started shredding Tom’s legs with its teeth. It then chucked the dismembered body on to the road and walked back inside. I shuddered. What was this thing? I had no idea but I certainly couldn’t get it out of my head.

title: My coursework re-done

question: Who are the main characters in the story?

answer: The narrator, Tom and the monsters.

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: The narrator is a college student who feels uneasy at a party.

question: What are the major events of the story?

answer: The narrator is at a party and gets up to leave. Tom calls the narrator to the back garden. The narrator is still ill at ease and leaves the party to walk home after taking a few big hits from a joint. Tom calls the narrator back. He is dismembered by a human-like monster.

question: What is Tom's relationship with the narrator?

answer: Tom is possibly a friend of the narrator.

question: In what time period does this story take place?

answer: The current time period, based on the college system.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is at a party, feels slightly unsettled and gets up to leave. Tom calls the narrator to the back garden. The narrator is feeling more and more uncomfortable and leaves the party to walk home after taking a few big hits from a joint. Tom calls the narrator back. He is dismembered by a human-like monster.


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PEJOMPONGAN is a residential area located north of Gelora Bung Karno Sports Complex, and in the east area of Slipi in Jakarta, Indonesia. This area was built as residential area for upper middle-class government employees and employees of other state institutions since 1950s. Pejompongan region Administratively located in the District of Tanah Abang and mostly located in the Village of Bendungan Hilir.

Historically, the development of Pejompongan started with the plan to build clean water treatment in the area of central Jakarta. The first WTP was built in 1957. To improve the quality of raw water air supply, the city later built another plan in 1966.[1] Pejompongan area is also known for its unique and exotic culinary choices.[2]

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title: Pejompongan

question: Where is Pejompongan?

answer: It can be found in Jakarta, Indonesia. It is north of the Gelora Bung Kamo Sports Complex found in the east area of Slipi.

question: What is the designation of Pejompongan?

answer: It is a residential area for the upper middle-class government employees and employees of other state institutions.

question: Why was Pejompongan built?

answer: The area was developed for the building of a water treatment plant.

question: What is Pejompongan known for?

answer: Pejompongan is known for its unique and exotic culinary choices.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The residential area of Pejompongan is known for its unique and exotic culinary dishes. Found in the east area of Slipi in the city of Jakarta, Indonesia, the area is home to the country's upper middle-class government employees and employees of other state institutions.


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The ESA UNGGUL UNIVERSITY (Indonesian: UNIVERSITAS ESA UNGGUL, abbreviated as UEU) is a private university that located in 3 different areas in Greater Jakarta, Indonesia. Esa Unggul University was established in 1993 by Kemala Pendidikan Bangsa Foundation.

Academics

Faculty

The University consists of 10 faculties providing courses at the undergraduate, graduate and postgraduate levels.

-   Faculty of Design and Creative Industry
-   Faculty of Economics
-   Faculty of Physiotherapy
-   Faculty of Law
-   Faculty of Health Science
-   Faculty of Computer Science
-   Faculty of Communication
-   Faculty of Teacher Training and Education
-   Faculty of Physchology
-   Faculty of Engineering

Collaboration

UEU collaborates with:

-   Nanjing Xiaozhuang University in Informatics Engineering and Business Mandarin graduate program[1][2][3]
-   University of Indonesia[4]
-   Bandung Institute of Technology
-   Udayana University
-   Kasetsart University
-   Mahidol University
-   Nanjing Normal University
-   Nanjing Xiaozhuang University
-   North China Electric Power University
-   Burapha University
-   Philippine Christian University
-   University of Alberta
-   University of Economics and Law
-   National University of Malaysia
-   Woosong University
-   Honam University
-   Olivarez College
-   The Manila Times College

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Location and Campuses

The university has four campuses.

-   Jakarta Campus: Jalan Arjuna Utara No.9, Kebon Jeruk, Jakarta 11510.[6]
-   Tangerang Campus: Jalan Citra Raya Boulevard – Ecopolis SA Blok VD. 02, Citra Raya, Tangerang.[7]
-   Bekasi Campus: Jalan Harapan Indah Boulevard No. 2, Pusaka Rakyat, Kec. Tarumajaya, Bekasi, West Java 17214.[8]
-   International Campus: Jl. Raya Legok – Karawaci, Curug Sangereng, Klp. Dua, Tangerang, Banten 15810 (Majestic Point Serpong).[9]

Notable alumni

-   Kezia Warouw, Indonesian model, Presenter and Puteri Indonesia 2016 winner, Miss Phoenix Smile & Top 13 of Miss Universe 2016.
-   Bunga Jelitha, Indonesian model and Puteri Indonesia 2017 winner, Supermodel International 2011 & Guess Girl South East Asia 2015.
-   Isman Thoyib, Indonesian basketball player.
-   Dimyati Natakusumah, member of Indonesian People's Representative Council (2009-2018)
-   Irna Narulita, current regent of Pandeglang Regency
-   Abraham Damar Grahita, Indonesian basketball player

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title: Esa Unggul University

question: When was the Esa Unggul University established?

answer: The university was established in 18=993 by the Kemala Pendidikan Bangsa Foundation.

question: How many faculties are part of the university?

answer: There are 10 faculties in the university.

question: How many campuses does the university have?

answer: The universities has four campuses.

question: Who are some notable alumni of the university?

answer: Some notable alumni include Kezia Warouw, a model, Isman Thoyib, an Indonesian basketball player, and Dimyati Natakusumah, a member of the Indonesian People's Representative Council.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article gives an overview of the Esa Unggul University, a private university with 4 campuses in the greater Jakarta area of Indonesia.


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The TSOU MA LAI FARM () is a recreational farm in Danei District, Tainan, Taiwan.

History

The area of the farm used to be the home for the Siraya people.

Geology

The farm is surrounded by the Zengwun River within the Alishan Range and spreads over an area of 120 hectares.[1] It is divided into three main areas, which are the main recreational area, orchard recreational area and the pasture recreational area.[2]

Ecology

The farm consists of more than 150 species of animal.

Events

The farm holds the annual Tainan International Mango Festival.[3]

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title: Tsou Ma Lai Farm

question: Where is the Tsou Ma Lai Farm located?

answer: The Tsou Ma Lai Farm is located in the Danei District of Tainan, Taiwan.

question: Who used to live in the area where the farm is now?

answer: The Siraya people used to live where the farm is now.

question: How large is the Tsou Ma Lai Farm?

answer: The Tsou Ma Lai Farm is spread over an area of 120 hectares.

question: How often does the farm hold the Tainan International Mango Festival?

answer: The farm holds the Tainan International Mango Festival annually.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The Tsou Ma Lai Farm is a recreational farm in Taiwan. The farm is spread over 120 hectares and is home to over 150 species of animal. The farm also hosts the annual Tainan International Mango Festival.


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As I lie here, alone and fading, I feel there is nothing more to do than reflect and wait. However, the last thing I want is to come across as pitiful, or sad, or lonely, even though I must confess to being all of the above. life is a strange gift, it is something we do not ask for, yet we accept it as a necessity. Now, when I look back, I see all the time wasted. I can see now how I continued to spend all that time living with the intention of living, even though I knew I must die. I use the term 'living' loosely, because of my delusion that I would continue to live, it allowed me to continue in a state of routine, where nothing changed, no rights were wronged and nothing was done to make my life have some form of purpose once again.

It's a sad thing to admit, and most definitely a sad thing to realise, that you have spent very little of your life actually living, that you have spent so much of your time on autopilot without considering or acknowledging it, that when the end inevitably comes, you will regret each of those moments not fully cherished.

My memory has faded somewhat, but I remember the reasons why I find myself alone in this hospital. There are so many. I could list how I pushed away each and every person, but in the end it would only serve to remind me of my mistakes and my regret. Despite this, it ought to be said that I am entirely to blame for my own downfall. I have lived my life in ignorance and reinforced it with arrogance and stubbornness, if I could take it back- if I could take everything back- I would. I would plead with my friends to forgive, I would beg my lovers not to leave me and I would have been there for my family, because they were always there for me.

Alas, we cannot turn back time, all I can do is wallow in regret of moments wasted, hoping that somehow it will make a difference.

One of the great ironies of life- at least in mind- is that humanity strives for happiness, and yet is constantly dissatisfied with their lot. Rich and poor, black and white, men and women, all of them strive for more. All of them are miserable, and all of them end up in the same place once they are dead.

The end is coming soon. I can feel it, and it scares the hell out of me. I wish I could confide in someone, I wish there was someone to assure me that everything is going to be fine, but the truth is, even if there was someone here to tell me as much, I wouldn't believe them. We don't know what happens when we die, some of us claim to know, but nothing can be proven, nothing is certain, heaven and hell are just as likely as reincarnation, and reincarnation is just as likely as nothing at all. Either way, I am terrified, even though I know I have nothing left to live for, the end still scares me.

I suppose I should finish writing and close my eyes for a while, I have been drowsy for a long time now, maybe it is all the sedatives that are being pumped into my system, or maybe it is the illness, either way, it is useless resisting.

Before I go however, I did want to say one thing. I wanted to say I am sorry, to everyone I ever wronged, to everyone and anyone I ever pushed away or hurt, I am sorry, from the bottom of my heart. I lived my life as a spiteful human being, and I cannot ever forgive myself, but I loved you, I loved all of you, even the ones I hated, because you gave my life purpose, and without you, my life would have meant nothing.

So it would seem that is it. I needed to say sorry and thank you. I can't forget my manners. I simply wish my final thoughts to be that of thankfulness. I will be thankful to join those I have lost, mostly my dear mother who I have missed for over thirty years, I will be with her soon, and for that too, I am thankful.

This will be the last memoir I write. The last words I put on paper. I suppose there should be some kind of conclusion or catharsis, something that ties all loose ends and wraps everything up nicely, but I don't have that power. Really, there is only word left to say, and that word is:

Goodbye.

title: The Final Memoir of a Dying Man

question: Why is the narrator apologizing?

answer: The narrator feels as though they have wronged many people in their life.

question: What did the narrator do to the people around them?

answer: This information is not available in the passage.

question: Is the narrator dying?

answer: Yes, the narrator seems to be in this hospital and is close to death.

question: What illness does the narrator have?

answer: This information is not available in the passage

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is in the hospital and near death. They are reflecting on their life and existence, as well as life in general.


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VALLEY STREAM, N.Y. — Fred and Maria Owens were severely disappointed to discover their newborn baby has absolutely terrible stats after being delivered in a local hospital today.

“I was so excited to meet my firstborn son until I saw that he has an agility of 1,” said Maria Owens while being consoled by her husband. “You want to bring a child into this world who can, you know, do some things. Not just sit around like a noob.”

Hospital staff says they have never seen anything like this before, citing “one in a million” odds to birth a child with such sub-par attributes.

“Usually when you roll a new baby, they have at least one or two decent abilities. You don’t end up with all duds,” said Doctor Anne Callow. “With years of training and experience, this baby could grow into a decent adult… but honestly, I’d probably just try to re-roll in nine months.”

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Experts say that being born a baby with terrible stats has lasting effects not just in childhood, but all the way through affected people’s lives.

“Right off the bat, these children are cut off from a significant number of career paths,” said Columbia professor Steven Cassinger.  “Given his below-average intelligence, people literally will not understand what he is saying as an adult. And normally, that’s fine because it’s backed up by strength or charisma. But we’re looking at an idiotic, weak, boring, slow fuck.”

“In Spartan times, if you had a baby with such low stats… well… you’d ‘start a new save file’ so to speak,” he added.

At press time, Fred and Maria Owens were at home with their new sub-par baby, coming to terms with the fact that human stats are entirely genetic.

_Article by Jeremy Kaplowitz @jeremysmiles and Mike Amory @themikeamory_

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question: What terrible stats did Fred and Maria's baby have?

answer: 1.

question: Why is it considered a bad thing to have a baby born with sub-par statistics?

answer: Because it will have lasting negative effects on their childhood and ostracize them from many career paths.

question: What happens to children born with terrible stats?

answer: They would not be intellectually sound and would get cut off from many career paths.

question: Are children with low stats considered intellectually disabled?

answer: It might be implied from the article that they are.

question: Is there a bright side to being born with terrible stats?

answer: According to professor Cassinger, the child's lack of intellect can be backed by strength and charisma.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The article examines the effects of children born with low-stats and its likelihood of affecting the child throughout its childhood. It also highlights a point from Columbia professor Steven Cassinger who opined that such children are likely to be cut off from a significant number of career paths. Ultimately, it can be deduced from the article that human stats are purely genetic.


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Published on: Mar 28, 2015, 9:00 AM

[Vic Spencer - The Cost Of Victory]

Despite the efforts of even some of the most innovative artists, labels have the ability to attach themselves like parasites. In the curious case of Vic Spencer, however, audiences are still quite unsure what to make of him. In his early thirties — an age when most emcees have either slowed down or at least found their comfort zone — Spencer is the ultimate musical contrarian. Throughout past projects such as 2013’s _The Rapping Bastard_ or 2012’s _Walk Away Music_, there are only a few consistencies that seem to surface. Incredibly competitive, not easy to buy and packing a wild card’s imagination, the East Side Chicagoan’s latest project, _The Cost of Victory_, is another middle finger to the mainstream and anybody who doesn’t respect the craft of writing.

It’s a safe assumption that the number one word used on this project is “Rap” and Spencer does not use the word as a compliment — unless he’s speaking about himself. It’s a clever strategy and while “rappers who rap about Rap” have often been criticized, Spencer’s skill with wordplay keeps you pushing through the project. From the outset, the sparring, disrespectful style takes aim at wobbly millennial rap tropes. On “Carrot Juice,” he declares plainly, “On a cold night, on the corner of Belmont and Clark / I say ‘Fuck all of y’all’ with an exclamation mark,” and goes in on “Fashion geeks and Ye clones.” In the same song Spencer drops little gems like, “Always follow your number one gold rule / Food for thought: God never wore jewels.” This is characteristic of much of the album.

What is remarkable about _The Cost of Victory_ is that every song can stand alone and if rearranged in any particular order, the album would still retain it’s sound. That is not say that there is no clear narrative but instead that by the measures of production and lyrical dexterity, moments of tension, relief, humor, grit and introspection exist on simultaneous plains. The album’s production is predominantly boom-bap yet not a rendition of the 90s. It is true that songs like “Sony Walkman” feature Spencer feeling a little nostalgic. However, it is his personality channeled through his unorthodox approach and immovable voice that dismisses any claim of him pining for any time frame in Rap. It is also his approach that makes every beat, at any tempo, submit to his pace and cater to his cadence.

Features on the project are not many but are of excellent taste. The most memorable collaboration, perhaps, is “Jungle Gym” with Sean Price and ILLA Ghee. Together the three are violent misfits. Ghee raps, “Clown your whole circus, the meaning of life is no purpose/Download my app of multiple crack verses,” and Spencer likens the strength of his flow to the pungent smell of “panther piss.”

_The Cost of Victory_ really has so much to offer its listener. Despite Spencer not being new to the game or as young as the rest of the Chicago premieres, he is at the forefront in terms of artistry. While 2015 is still fresh, this is an offering sure to echo into the close of the year.

question: Why is Spencer the ultimate musical contrarian?

answer: It is implied that unlike most emcees at Spencer's age, he hasn't slowed down or found his comfort zone.

question: In broad terms, what is the topic of this document?

answer: Music

question: What is Spencer's job?

answer: Spencer is an emcee and rapper.

question: What is the most negative thing said about Spencer?

answer: It's not necessarily negative, but the author says that audiences don't know what to make of Vic Spencer.

question: How many projects of Spencer are mentioned?

answer: 3

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The document discusses emcee Vic Spencer and his new release at the time of this document, The Cost of Victory.


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I've been doing some short story writing exercises. The other day I chose to write brief stories based on the name of a song I just listened to. I gave myself one page in my journal to write the whole story. This one is based on Winter Song by The Head and the Heart.

Winter Song

He counted to fifteen fifteen times and now the winter song will always be fifteen minutes too long. The season has come fifteen minutes too early and the symphony has lost their rhythm. Their fingers are frozen and their toes shatter. There’s no hope now, the winter song will always be fifteen minutes too long. My husband will surely leave. He will give up on the orchestra, first the woodwinds, then the percussion with a rata-tat-tat and then the horns who blare their way into the storm. I will sit here and write in my book as the percussion marches by, rattling the window panes, and off they will go to be eaten by wolves. And the wolves will rata-tat-tat until they get taken by disease and then the roaches and the birds will carry the rata-tat-tat to the end of the world and to the end of time and the winter song will always be fifteen minutes too long.

title: Winter Song

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: The narrator is someone whose husband works in an orchestra.

question: What kind of situation is depicted in the scene?

answer: The narrator seems to be reflecting on her situation and her husband.

question: Are the "wolves" meant to be metaphorical?

answer: Probably yes.

question: Is the "rata-tat-tat" bit in reference to machine gunfire?

answer: No, it refers to percussion instruments.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator seems crestfallen, musing about the winter song always being too long. She has lost hope and thinks her husband will give up on the orchestra and everyone will end up dead.


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EGMONT FOREGGER (21 September 1922, Salzburg, Austria – 17 May 2007, Bruck an der Mur, Austria) was an Austrian jurist, official and politician.

Life

Foregger came from the old Austrian family of _Foregger Ritter von Greiffenthurn_.[1] He was a graduate of the Academic Gymnasium in Salzburg, and then worked as an official in the Ministry of Justice, in particular in criminal legislature. From 1974 onwards, he also directed the criminal legislature. Foregger - the first and only, as of 2013, under the Criminal Justice Ministers of the Second Republic - was instrumental in the large Christian Broda-involved penal reform in 1975.

Foregger has written numerous publications on criminal law. He is one of the authors of the new edition of the “Viennese Commentary on the Criminal Code”.

Foregger died in 2007 after a bout of severe illness.

Politics

Foregger was, from January 1987 to December 1990, an independent minister. Under the cabinet of Franz Vranitzky, Foregger was the Federal Minister of Justice. During his tenure, he judged over politically sensitive process, as such in the Lucona case and the Noricum Scandal, but other explosive events accompanied his tenure such as the murder of Kurdish political leader Abdul Rahman Ghassemlou and the scandals facing Fred Sinowatz and Hannes Androsch. The fact that many of his proceedings were particularly against leading Social Democratic Party of Austria (SPÖ) members (which was the leading party at the time) had not allowed Foregger to adjust his ministerial referral like his predecessors Harald Ofner and Christian Broda repeatedly so. This earned him public respect, but also meant that the SPÖ-led government formed a veto against a further term of Foregger after the National Council elections in 1990.[2]

During his tenure as justice minister, Foregger put in a renewed juvenile offence system, as before that the extrajudicial offense resolution had elicited a European role model. Discrimination against illegitimate children in hereditary and family law was abolished and the prohibition of violence in child-rearing was enshrined. In 1991, he even acted as a joint presidential candidate for the presidency of the ÖVP and the Freedom Party of Austria (FPÖ).[3]

His reputation, however, fell after the parole of murderer Jack Unterweger, who continued to murder more women and other people thereafter.

Further reading

-   _Strafgesetzbuch (StGB)_, Manz'sche Wien 13. Auflage 1997, , zusammen mit Eugen Serini, Helene Bachner-Foregger
-   _Die österreichische Strafprozessordnung. (Strafprozeßordnung 1975) samt den wichtigsten Nebengesetzen_, Manz'sche Wien 7. Auflage 1997, , zusammen mit Gerhard Kodek, Ernst Eugen Fabrizy
-   _Strafvollzugsgesetz (StVG) und den Strafvollzug betreffende weitere Bestimmungen_, Manz'sche Wien 4. Auflage 2001, , zusammen mit Elisabeth Schausberger

Awards

-   1977: Großes Goldenes Ehrenzeichen für Verdienste um die Republik Österreich[4]
-   1984: Großes Silbernes Ehrenzeichen mit dem Stern für Verdienste um die Republik Österreich[5]
-   1990: Großes Goldenes Ehrenzeichen am Bande für Verdienste um die Republik Österreich[6]

[1] Kalender: 17.

[2] _So verhatscht._

[3] “Egmont Foregger gestorben”, Die Presse (18.

[4] Aufstellung aller durch den Bundespräsidenten verliehenen Ehrenzeichen für Verdienste um die Republik Österreich ab 1952 (PDF-Datei; 6,59 MB)

[5] Aufstellung aller durch den Bundespräsidenten verliehenen Ehrenzeichen für Verdienste um die Republik Österreich ab 1952 (PDF-Datei; 6,59 MB)

[6] Aufstellung aller durch den Bundespräsidenten verliehenen Ehrenzeichen für Verdienste um die Republik Österreich ab 1952 (PDF-Datei; 6,59 MB)

title: Egmont Foregger

question: When was Foregger born?

answer: September 21, 1922

question: What family did he come from?

answer: The old Austrian family of Foregger Ritter von Greiffenthurn

question: When did he die?

answer: May 17, 2007

question: Where did he graduate from?

answer: The Academic Gymnasium in Salzburg

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Egmont Foregger was an Austrian jurist, official, and politician. He was instrumental in the large Christian Broda-involved penal reform in 1975. He was born in 1922 and died in 2007.


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Log #10

Year: 5,302

Day: 3/10

Hour: 4

Location: Tenro's Hold

By some sad miracle, most of the original group is still alive. It's been almost one month since the
demonic spawn occurred. Any living morsel within 25 square miles of the portal was known to of been annihilated
within hours.

With me, I have my  young nephew (Davidson), and a group of about 10 civilians like myself. Many of the strangers
we are accompanied by are expected not to make it through the night. Their flesh wounds are far too great.

Our weapons are dwindling down to mere make-shift melee objects. Most of the others barely know how to swing a bat, let alone
attack with a knife. We are practically defenseless against those..monstrosities

The demons that walk the surface...they're heartless abomination of creatures. Most of them are over 3 times bigger then myself.
Their lust for blood is something only night terrors are made of. Worst of all, those bastards appear in the
 hundreds...thousands...perhaps millions.

I've witnessed over 50 deaths within the past month, most of which involve a massacre of a feeding frenzy.
I keep telling Davidson that it will stop. I want to believe that...I must believe that.

Hope at this point is hopeless. Starving to death seems to be more of a viable option over traveling..up there. The
sight of seeing the young ones suffer is enough to drive you towards suicide alone. However..the mature must be strong.

We plan on departing in within the next three days. The elder of our group speaks that the king and his soldiers are taking refuge at
Morkenshire, about 50 miles east of our location. Personally, I think the old fuck has lost his mind. How any Tylron could
be surviving up there is beyond me.

There is no way of telling if it's safe to travel. We are all blind to what is
currently developing on the surface.

Maybe there is still hope..or maybe i'm just batshit crazy, like the old man.

I wish it would end. Please, dear almighty, make it end...

title: Hopeless

question: What event caused the apocalypse?

answer: A portal opened about a month ago that unleashed demons on the world

question: How large is the group that the narrator is traveling with?

answer: About 12 people in all

question: What is a Tylron?

answer: That information can't be found

question: How large are the demons?

answer: Over 3 times the size of an adult human

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator and his nephew, along with a group of about 10 other survivors, are hiding from demons which were unleashed from a portal that appeared about a month ago. They are struggling to hold on to hope, and many of the strangers are expected to die from their wounds before morning. They have heard that the king and his soldiers have taken refuge about 50 miles east of their location and are heading there.


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'''Sayyid Javad Khamenei ''' (7 December 1895 – 5 July 1986)[1][2] () (Seyed Javad Tabrizi) was an Iranian Shia cleric. He was the father of Iran's current supreme leader, Ali Khamenei.[3]

Early life

He was born in the eastern Azerbaijan province of Khamaneh. He attended seminary in Najaf, Qom and Mashhad. After finishing his studies, he settled in the vicinity of Ali ibn Musa (al-Ridha) shrine in Mashhad. He was the imam of the Mashhad in an Azeri mosque. He had three daughters from his first marriage. After the death of his first wife, he married Khadija Mirdamadi, with whom he had one girl (Badri Khamenel) and four boys (Sayed Mohammad Khamenei, Ali Khamenei, Hadi Khamenei and Sayed Hassan Khamenei).[4][5]

Death

Javad Khamenei died on 5 July 1986. He was buried at the portico, behind Imam Reza shrine, next to Dar-al-Feiz.[6]

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title: Javad Khamenei

question: Where was Sayyid Javad Khamenei born?

answer: Khamenei was born in the eastern Azerbaijan province of Khamaneh.

question: When did Kamenei die?

answer: He died on July 5, 1986.

question: What did Khamenei do in his career?

answer: Not explicitly answered, but he was an Iranian Shia cleric.

question: How many children does Khamenei have?

answer: He has three daughters from his first marriage, and one daughter and four boys from his second marriage, making eight children total.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article is about Sayyid Javad Khamenei, an Iranian Shia cleric, who is the father of Iran's current supreme leader, Ali Khamenei.


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**Tradition**

The clock struck twelve.

I awoke.

I was alone.

I would forever be alone.

I got out of bed, my feet tentatively reaching for the floor.

One foot, another, toe by toe.

One has to be careful getting out of bed.

You never know just when the floor will disappear on you.

Really.

It’s happened to me before.

I slipped into my slippers, donned my housecoat. It would be another one of those days, apparently. The days that are filled with despair from the start. At least there would be no false hope this time. It had been too long to start hoping again.

Shuffling downstairs, I wondered: Would this be all there ever would be for me? Eternity, stuck in this prison? Had I no chance of escape?

No.

I did not.

But no matter. I was more or less used to it by now.

More or less.

In the kitchen, I opened the fridge, grabbed the milk and blueberries. I always enjoyed blueberries with my cereal. I snatched a bowl from the shelf behind me, Cheerios from the cupboard beside it. I poured the blueberries and Cheerios into the bowl simultaneously. It was tradition, after all. Then the milk. Always the milk last. Can’t break tradition. If people start breaking tradition, then their floors start falling away.

I took a spoon from the cutlery drawer, set it by the bowl, and headed towards the front door to bring in the morning paper. But she was there, visible just on the other side of the peephole. I could see her howling and screaming and crying. In my mind I could hear the words that were being formed a short distance away. A very short distance, and yet infinitely far. I wanted to open the door. I wanted to let her in. I wanted to hold her and caress her and love her more than anything in the world. But I couldn’t open the door now, not even to get the paper.

She was lost to me forever.

She was my wife.

Instead, I stared mournfully through the glass, knowing that this day would not be so simple after all. There would be hope. And it would be crushed.

She was not alone. My mother was there, and my father. My sister and brother. My aunts and uncles and cousins and friends. Everyone who still cared for me or loved me was standing just outside, just out of reach. I knew, and I could do nothing. I could not even tell them that I knew. I could not even tell them that I was here. They just had to guess. Guess and hope.

Knowing that there would be no paper today, I decided on some television instead. I turned away from the door, towards the living room. It had windows facing the front of my house. I could see the throng of people crowding around, growing ever larger. I shut the curtains. They would do no good now. It was too late. It had always been too late.

I switched on the TV, flicked to the news. I flicked to the news every morning. It was tradition. And, as tradition dictated, the same story was playing. Every morning the top news item was the same. In the papers, on the TV, even on the internet, it was the same. There had been a car crash. A man on his daily commute home from work had been blindsided by a drunk driver as he turned off the highway. The man’s car had fishtailed and flipped and struck a pole. The drunk driver’s had run off the road. The drunk driver died. The man did not. He was rushed to the nearest hospital, declared to be in critical condition. The doctors hoped he would wake up and make a full recovery. He hadn’t done either.

I turned off the news, switched to sports. It was the same game that had been playing for as long as I could remember. For as long as that man had been comatose the Blue Jays had been playing the Pirates in spring training baseball. It was a tradition, after all. I knew each play before it happened. The game was boring. I turned back to the news, and for the first time in a long time it was different.

I was shocked. I remembered the story of the man like it was my own. I could feel my fingers gripping the steering wheel as I was hit, vomit splashing into my face as the car was hurled into the pole, the pain spreading through my nervous system like cracks through marble. I could remember the dread, and then the hopelessness. I could remember the world going black as I gave up. I had relived this story through the news so many times I was convinced it was my own.

But it was gone. There was a new story today. They had finally given up on the unconscious man. They were going to let him die peacefully. There was a camera capturing the whole event. After all, this was a man who had captivated the nation, the world, the universe. His wife was clutching his hand, howling and screaming and crying. His mother and father stood next to his bed. So did his sister and brother, his aunts and uncles and cousins and friends. Everyone who still cared for him or loved him. His wife pulled the cord.

The screen went black.

title: My first short story, Tradition. Any feedback is much appreciated.

question: What is the eponymous "tradition"?

answer: The actions of the narrator? The text doesn't render this clear.

question: What has happened to the narrator before?

answer: The floor has disappeared from beneath their feet.

question: Was someone murdered?

answer: This is unclear in the text. There is a body at the end. This could also take place at a hospice.

question: Has the narrator captured their wife?

answer: They do see her through the peephole, but it's not clear if this is a figure of speech or their imagination or what not.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator gets up and follows a series of steps they seemingly walk through daily: they get out of bed, go to the kitchen, eat cereal with blueberries, etc. Then they look through a peephole and see their wife howling and screaming. They cannot hear her but imagine they can. Everyone is outside of the narrator's reach, with her, the narrator feels. The news on the television shares the story of pulling the plug on an unconscious man. The narrator identifies with this act of giving up on someone, but vaguely.


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HR plays a vital role in ensuring team members are healthy, energised and engaged

It’s hardly news to suggest that some employees who take sick leave aren’t genuine in their illness, according to Karen Gately, founder of Corporate Dojo.

Gately added that the reality is that staff access personal leave for a myriad of reasons, some of which reflect critical culture and engagement issues HR and leaders are wise to address.

According to Gately, the most common implications of high rates of absenteeism are lost momentum of critical initiatives, project budget and time blow outs, turnover of high performing team members, and company brand damage.

“While HR plays a vital role in ensuring the team are healthy, energised and engaged, the biggest difference at the end of the day is made by the leaders of your business,” said Gately. She added that it’s important to prioritise the development of every leader’s ability to adopt a coaching attitude and approach to working with each member of their team.

“When leaders know their people, inspire them to strive, invest in their development and hold them accountable for the promises they make to themselves and the organisation, sickies are very likely to be rare.”

Fundamentally, overcoming absenteeism takes creating a cultural environment that inspires people to want to give their best, added Gately.

“Understanding why that isn’t already the case is key to identifying and addressing underlying causes.”  According to Gately, the most important steps HR can take to eradicate ‘sickies’ from any organisation include the following:

ENGAGE LEADERS
Guide leaders to understand the extent of the issue - including the real cost to your business of people taking unscheduled time out.  Help them to appreciate that some of this capacity can be recaptured by ensuring people want to be there. The reality is shifting the problem takes engagement of every leader and ensuring their approach has a positive impact on your organisation’s culture.

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MAKE THE HEALTH AND WELL-BEING OF YOUR PEOPLE A STRATEGIC PRIORITY
Educate leaders about the link between the strength of your team’s spirit and optimising commercial results. Help them also to understand that when people are energised, and their mental health is strong, they are entirely more likely to engage, and invest the full depth of their potential in their role and your organisation.

RESERVE JUDGEMENT
Having a lack of integrity or an attitude of entitlement are of course among the reasons people ‘chuck a sickie”. Just as common however are those people who call in sick when in fact there are other issues going on for them that they don’t feel safe to reveal to their employer.

Talk to people about why they are struggling to be at work and be compassionate to the need for people to balance the priorities of work and the rest of their life. Understand what is going on for people before deciding upon the most appropriate course of action.

MAKE IT SAFE TO BE HONEST
Most people will be reluctant to call their boss and say I’m really tired, or ‘mentally fried’ and I need to take a day to recharge. Instead, they call in and say, I’m feeling sick or I need to care for someone else who is sick. Clearly this is dishonest however, sometimes people choose to tell what they regard as ‘white lies’ to create the space for them to prioritise their own wellbeing or that of their family.

BE PRAGMATIC
Some organisations are beginning to accept the simple reality that at times people just need time to rest and recharge.  An unscheduled day off can make a big difference to our ability to maintain the energy levels needed to perform at our best.  If there isn’t a critical reason someone needs to be at work on a particular day, give them the option of calling a brief time out if they really need it.

CALL OUT SICKIES
When it becomes evident that someone is simply taking advantage of what they perceive to be an entitlement to use up their leave balance, address the issue head on.

Of course, it’s important to respect everyone’s right to take personal leave due to ill health, however it’s also critical that you hold people accountable for behaving in ways that reflect a lack of commitment and integrity.

LEAVE NO ROOM FOR DOUBT
Set very clear expectations about the importance of being a reliable member of the team. Make this clear from the beginning of every individuals employment, and through coaching feedback, reinforce what being reliable means in your business.

HOLD PEOPLE ACCOUNTABLE
Be prepared to exit from your business, people who are unwilling to shift their attitude or approach. If you have provided fair opportunity to understand your expectations and reasonable support to change their behaviour, and someone continues to be unreliable, it’s time for them to go.

question: What does the text say about the importance of mental health?

answer: The text says that when someone's mental health is strong, they are more likely to invest and engage with their role in their organization. The text says someone may call in sick when they feel like they cannot tell their supervisors what is really going on. The author says that these people need a day to recharge to prioritize their wellbeing. The author advises the reader to give them their space if there isn't a critical reason they are needed that day.

question: Summarize what the author recommends for people who are taking advantage of their supervisor.

answer: The author recommends knowing what is going on with someone before deciding on a course of action. If they are taking advantage of their time off, the author recommends setting clear expectations of what is expected of them. If you give them opportunities to correct their behavior and they do not, the author recommends terminating them from your business.

question: What does the text say about high rates of absenteeism?

answer: The author states that people call in sick for a variety of reasons, only a few of which are because they are sick. High rates of absenteeism could be due to culture and engagement issues that may need to be fixed. Some problems that occur with high rates of absenteeism include lost momentum of critical initiatives, project budget and schedule blow outs, turnover of team members, and company brand damage. The author suggests cultivating a culture that inspires people to perform their best.

question: Summarize what the text says about the responsibility of company leaders.

answer: According to the text, company leaders have the biggest impact in ensuring team members are healthy, energized, and engaged. Team leaders need to know their people and invest in their development. The text claims that doing so will reduce the rates of absentees and have a positive impact on company culture. The text also states that if absentees continue, then it is important to set clear expectations, and potentially let people go if they have been given multiple opportunities to improve.


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Please keep in mind, it was written by my uncle on his very first try, english is not even his first language.

THE DRIFTER
A cowboy goin through a desert alone beneath a relentless sun. facing the warm desert wind on his face. Alone on a pale horse with a rifle in his saddle. Couldn’t see no one in miles. Whispering to his horse “ boy we have been in worse we will make it through . after two days of wandering he sees a woman alone blond hair and blue eyes . cried so much that she couldn’t cry no more.  He helped the lady on his pale horse she was half conscious . took her to the town she stared at him asks his name. he replies maam” I am just a drifter”. Leaving her to the doctor he goes to the town people stare at him .  As for me , I knew what they saw, looking at me , and it wasn’t much.  My jaw was blunt and my nose had been broken, and I carried most of my hundred and ninety pounds in my chest and shoulders . I had forty eight inches chest above a riders small waist.  The denim shirt which I wore had been blue at one time, but had faded, nothing I wore or owned was new, my outfit was beat up, rained on and sand weathered, and that included me too. Along with that I had a stubble of beard on a face deep browned by the sun, and light brown eyes that showed up lighter than they were, against my dark tanned  skin. In my belt was a bowie knife, and down the back of my neck a throwing knife. Tied my horse and went in the hotel, silence ripped through the room. I walked slowly to the bartender, only my spurs could be heard in the pin drop silence of the hall. One man spoke out he is the same man who helped the witch lady. I was surrounded by four of them. As one of them tried to punch me I took my bowie knife and  made a deep cut above his nose he screamed and went on the floor, punched the other one on the nose blood spilled on his face . Kicked the third one on the ribs and could hear his ribs cracking , he gasped for breath.  Fourth rustler ran to the door and I threw my throwing knife which pierced through his left leg and he fell to the floor.
 Lady recovered in few days and found drifter when he was leaving out of town. Eyes gazed down she approached him. Mr. won’t you come and visit my family our house is close to the  river . he  said “maam once I had a family and I don’t want to refresh my memory . I am a drifter lady, I don’t want to get involved I am a lonely man who lives in the mountains, hunts grizzly and bisons for a living. I have to endure harsh cold weathers and heat of the deserts.  I am a drifter lady please forgive me. So he left her alone where she was. She stared after him as he slowly vanishes in the setting sun. That pale rider is me.

title: The Drifter

question: Where is the cowboy going?

answer: The man is heading into town to help the injured woman he found.

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: The narrator and the cowboy are the same person.

question: What is the relationship between the narrator and the cowboy?

answer: The narrator and the cowboy are the same person.

question: Where is the woman going?

answer: The woman is returning to her home by the river.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: A cowboy rescues an injured woman and brings her to town to receive medical treatment. While at a bar, the cowboy is surrounded and attacked by four men. He retaliates and fights back. A few days later, the woman recovers from her injuries, and asks him to return with her to her home. However, he declines, saying he is a drifter.


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Download the notes:  5 lessons in how to take on a creative project well outside your normal creative comfort zone

If you have a dream of expanding your creative work into a new area, but don’t believe it will ever happen, this is the perfect episode for you. Becoming an author hadn’t ever crossed Alice Stevenson’s mind, but after writing two beautiful, reflective, travel books, she’s added a whole new dimension to her work as a successful illustrator.

Alice and I talk about her journey from initial scepticism, through working out to what her book should even be about, to the process of writing it, and, eventually, repeating the process with the second one. Was it easier? No, she says – and we talk about the huge overwhelm of a much more complex second book.

Alice has wonderful advice on pushing beyond your creative comfort zone in a way that’s stretching but manageable.

-   How to know when you’ve got trapped in over-thinking your creative work
-   How fear leads to not being able to focus on any one project
-   Ways to free your creative thinking when anxiety overwhelming you
-   The importance of commitment in a creative process
-   How to separate your ‘sensible’ inner voice from your ‘stressed’ one

We also talk about Alice’s own creative processes that she used to stop self-doubt from overwhelming her, and to keep her creative vision fresh.

Download the free episode resource here on how to take on creative projects outside your comfort zone

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question: How many books has Alice Stevenson written?

answer: Two

question: The interview described is broadcast in what medium?

answer: There is not sufficient information to answer.

question: What genre does Alice write in?

answer: travel literature

question: What area is Alice expanding into?

answer: Illustration

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This piece describes the topics for an interview with author and illustrator Alice Stevenson. It is focused on providing the audience with tips on enhancing creativity and productivity.


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**I apologize for the bad formatting. Copied and Pasted from a word doc.**
**I'd like opinions and Creative Criticism**

"Up we go!" She shouted in a cute and childish manner as the elevator brought us up to the third floor of the parking garage.  "So, which one is yours?" She asked. I pointed to a grey Saturn Ion parked at the back of the garage.

"Not that cool I know, but hey I make do." We walked to the edge of the garage and stared at the buildings below us. "This would be an awesome place to play frisbee." She said as she took a seat on the edge of the wall.
"I guess, but what if you throw it off the roof?"

"Ya that would suck"
We sat in silence for a few moments. Only the muffled harmony of the cars below us could be heard.
I reached out and placed my hand on hers. She looked up and we locked eyes. Giggling she turned her head and looked out in the distance.
“Listen.” I spoke. “I... you know.”

“No I don’t.” She replied suddenly, slowly moving her hand out from under mine.
“Yeah you do.” “I mean, isn’t it pretty obvious?”

“I’m just confused.”

“Should I spell it out for you?” She ignored my question.
 “I like you. I want to be with you.”  The silence drew on even longer. “There…” I finished angrily.

“Why would you?” She finally said.

“I dunno. It’s one of those things you know, but can’t explain.” “I guess I like how you find happiness in small things. I can’t do that on my own. I focus too much on large problems. I need someone like you. Someone who isn’t afraid to have fun… The fact that you’re absolutely beautiful doesn’t help either.”

“Shut up” She mumbled.  “I’ve liked someone else for a while now. I kind of just want to try pursuing things on my own.” She added. “To be honest, I envy you. At least you can act on impulse and tell me those things. I can’t even talk to the guy.” She crossed her arms and turned away from me.

“It’s not impulse.” I interrupted. “I guess it’s stupidity.”
“This… is impulse” I turned her around and placed my hand on her cheek. As I moved myself closer to her she pushed me back and turned around again.

“No… that’s stupidity.” She said in a scolding manner.

Upset, I too turned my back. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a lighter. Lighting a cigarette I hopped up on the wall and stared off at the building tops. We sat like this for what seemed like ages. Looking down over the edge of the roof I started thinking. If I were to fall, I thought, would she care very much? Would she remember this night? The night I slipped and fell to my death.  I looked at my phone, it was getting late and obviously the night was over for me anyways. The humming of the cars seemed softer now, almost non-existent.

“Listen.” I finally spoke. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m apologizing for. I just know that I’m sorry.”
She remained silent.
Annoyed by her silence, I stood up, threw the rest of my cigarette on the ground, and walked over to her. I grabbed her again, but this time I embraced her. Soon I felt her arms wrap themselves around me. I buried my face into her neck, wishing I could do this more often.  Her skin was soft and smooth, I almost thought of kissing her neck, but soon remembered that I had no right to. I held her for maybe a few minutes. Longer than a standard hug, that much is for sure.

“You’re shorter than me.” She giggled.

“I know.” I forced myself to let go. I walked to the opposite side of the garage and leaned over the railing. Would she come over and grab my shoulder? I thought. Maybe she’d spin me around and tell me to stop frowning. Maybe she’d try to cheer me up. Maybe she’d hold me a bit longer.
I heard a door shut behind me and I fell to my knees.
“Fuck.” I whispered as I slammed my fist into the ground.

title: Impulse (First "story")

question: What does the story say about the narrator's devastation?

answer: The narrator embraces the girl and reveals to her that he likes her. However there was no response from her so he sat angrily. The narrator begins to apologize but silence remained which frustrated him. He stood and hoped that she would resonate but she only giggled at him.


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I hate that THIS is your legacy on me. It couldn’t have been anything positive. No, it had to be the one thing that I’ve lived with for my whole childhood. It had to be the one fear that is a part of me, it’s who I am. I remember when we’d stay up until one, two, three o’clock in the morning talking about absolutely anything at all, from music, to what we read to the things society doesn’t deem appropriate. You were the first person I ever let in after my problems as a child. You were the first person I looked forward to seeing every day, the first person I looked for in a crowd. You were the only girl I ever felt butterflies talking to, which sounds kind of stupid considering how much we talked. We used to talk all the time. During class, passing notes in Social Science, used to walk all over campus just talking. We'd stop for food, but it was never a concern with us. Every night after I was done talking to you, I'd close my eyes and wish for one thing, that we'd be together.You're the first girl I ever asked out. God I remember how scared I was. Basically my whole being was screaming, "No, don't do it, you're going to wreck a friendship."

That's not what wrecked us though. We were like a time bomb, though, every night we stayed up talking about the randomest things, we were slowly exhausting ourselves. Exhausting what we had to talk about. I guess we were just too different, I suppose. There were other things we would get mad at each other about, but we'd always work through it, we'd never go to sleep mad at each other. Now, I go to sleep cursing your name, your very existence. You damaged me. I haven't spoken a word to you in three months now and you're still in my ear with everything I do. You are my demon, the pain I hide behind my eyes, I wake up every morning and I want to text you, but then I remember. It's not even that I miss you as a girlfriend or even a friend, I just want closure now. I like someone else now, I'm around her a lot, but I don't want her to turn into you. That is the scariest thing I've ever thought. I dread getting that close to another person because you were half of my brain, I shared with you my every thought, every fear, everything about me. And then, you turn around and abandon me like a dumpster baby outside your senior prom.

The one thing I could possibly ask of you is closure, but now you've siphoned off everything in your life that was close to both of us mutually. Left me with the pieces of our social glass house that you shattered with your sling-shot of a personality. You have no idea how bad you damaged me, you'll never know how often I thought about you, stopped what I was doing, sat down, and cried. I don't think you ever will either, with how exclusive you act now.

title: I'm still struggling with a break up, trying to vent, need outlets, trying this. Let me know what you think.

question: What is the narrator's one fear?

answer: Maybe it is wrecking a friendship to pursue a romantic love, but it's not totally clear in the text.

question: Why does the narrator suppose they broke up?

answer: They had run out of things to talk about and exhausted themselves.

question: How long has it been since their ex has spoken to them?

answer: Three months.

question: What does the narrator hope to get out of this explanation?

answer: Closure.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator laments how they and their recent ex went from friends who talked about anything and everything to lovers, despite the narrator's reservations due to the prospect of ruining a friendship. They haven't spoken to the ex in three months now, and seem to desperately want closure more than any rekindling of a friendship or a romantic relationship.


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EUGENE FRANCIS AUGUSTERFER (October 4, 1913 – January 15, 1957) was an American football player and coach. He played professionally as a fullback and defensive back for the Pittsburgh Pirates of the National Football League (NFL) in 1935. Augusterfer served as head football coach at Arkansas Agricultural and Mechanical College—now known as the University of Arkansas at Monticello—from 1943 to 1944 and at his alma mater, Catholic University, in 1947. Augusterfer died on January 15, 1957 following a year-long illness. He was buried at Arlington National Cemetery.[1]

Head coaching record

Football

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title: Gene Augusterfer

question: When was Eugene Francis Augusterfer born?

answer: Eugene Francis Augusterfer was born on October 4th, 1913.

question: What team did Eugene Francis Augusterfer play for?

answer: Eugene Francis Augusterfer played for the Pittsburgh Pirates.

question: What is the Arkansas Agricultural and Mechanical College known as now?

answer: The Arkansas Agricultural and Mechanical College is now known as the University of Arkansas at Monticello.

question: Where did Eugene Francis Augusterfer coach in 1947?

answer: Eugene Francis Augusterfer coached at Catholic University in 1947.

question: Where is Eugene Francis Augusterfer buried?

answer: Eugene Francis Augusterfer is buried at Arlington National Cemetery.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Eugene Francis Augusterfer was a professional football player and coach. He played for the Pittsburgh Pirates and later coached at Arkansas Agricultural and Mechanical College and Catholic University.


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"I'm telling you, it was one of the most baffling weeks of my life"

"What was so bad about it?" she laughed infectiously.

"Well here I was, dating this beautiful, gorgeous girl, and the sex was absolutely awful. I couldn't figure it out. I questioned my sexuality once in case it was my fault. But don't worry, I'm not gay. I'm sure of that." Paul smiled, "and then she dumped me for 'not being adventurous enough for her'."

"Well maybe it was your fault?" Sarah smirked.

"Maybe, but I’ve never had any complaints before or after her, so im pretty sure its not."

"Oh really, so I’m sitting here with a bona fide ladies man am i? The scourge of fathers across the country?" she giggled

"I wouldn't say that." he laughed, "I’ve done okay. Same as everyone else."

"I have to say, I was expecting you to be a big proponent of the three day rule" she looked at him quizzically

"The three day rule?"

"Yeah, you know, how guys always leave it three days before they contact you?"

"Oh. Well its more of a guideline than a rule. But if it bothers you that in a day early i can come back tomorrow?"

"Yeah, would you?" she fixed her hair, pushing it back out of her face.

"I'd like to point out that I didn't make contact. You shouted at me on the street."

"How do I know you're not stalking me? Or that you didn't plan it that i would run into you?" she asked playfully

Paul smiled "think very highly of yourself don't you? Accusing me of dastardly scheming!"

"I think it’s what I’d do if I were a man."

"Bump into them accidentally on purpose?"

"Of course, I love me, I couldn't wait to see me again." she giggled

Paul laughed, "what about me?"

"What about you?" she asked, confused.

"Well, you couldn't wait to see me again either could you? That's why you organised to run into me, isn't it."

"You can go on believing that if it makes you feel better." her smile like a bird opening its wings.

"You have a nice smile."

Sarah looked down, suddenly shy. "Thank you" she pushed her hair behind her ear.

"You're welcome. But now my dear I'm afraid I must leave you. I’ve been talking to you now for two hours, when I should have been working." Paul stood up.

"You work?" she smiled mockingly

"Yes, I'm not as much of a bum as you think." he smiled

"What do you do?"

Paul had dreaded this question. He didn't know if he should lie and keep quiet about his real job, or just tell her. It all came down to one question: if he told her, would she figure out he was investigating her family. He chose not to answer. He smiled, took her hand and kissed it. Then he turned and walked away. Sarah was left once again, sitting alone, utterly bemused by what just happened. She watched him as he walked to the door. He looked back and smiled at her from the door before walking out. She sat staring after him for a minute. She bit her lip and smiled. She liked him.

title: Paul & Sarah - dialogue snippet

question: What is the relationship between Paul and Sarah?

answer: Just friends.

question: Is Paul a private investigator?

answer: It can be implied from the passage that Paul is a detective since he is secretly investigating Sarah's family.

question: What does Sarah believe about the three-day rule?

answer: She believes that guys wait for three days before contacting a girl they just met.

question: Why is Paul investigating Sarah's family?

answer: Not stated.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Paul discusses his sex life with Sarah and talks about how his ex-girlfriend dumped him because he couldn't satisfy her sexually. It appears Sarah and paul have met before, and Sarah expected that Paul will observe the three-day rule in contacting her. She suspected he might have plotted to run into her or stalked her. Paul cannot disclose the nature of his occupation to Sarah when she inquires about his work because it appears he is investigating her family. Sarah is attracted to Paul.


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AYDINCIK ISLANDS (also known as Gilindire Islands, ) are two small Mediterranean islands in Turkey. Their former name was _Gilindire_, which comes from the name of the former Roman port Kelenderis which is now Aydıncık.

They face Aydıncık ilçe (district) center in Mersin Province. Their distance to Aydıncık is about . The nearest point on the mainland is a rock cape to the east about away. The length of the bigger island at about is and the length of the smaller island at is . The distance between the two is . British admiral Francis Beaufort in his book Caramania points out that no ancient geographer has mentioned these islands [1]

The uninhabited islands are known to be the breeding ground of the Audouin's gull (Larus audouinii).[2]

[1] Sir Francis Beaufort: _Karamanya_, (tr:Ali Neyzi-Doğan Türker), Akdeniz medeniyetleri Araştırma Enstitüsü, p.209

[2] Mersin info page

title: Aydıncık Islands

question: Where are the Aydincik Islands?

answer: They ar Mediterranean islands in Turkey.

question: What are some features of the Aydincik Islands?

answer: The nearest point on the mainland is a rock cape.

question: What is the Audoin's gull?

answer: It can be assumed that it is a bird, but it isn't specified directly.

question: Are these islands a vacation destination?

answer: That isn't made clear in the article, but it is referred to as "uninhabited".

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article discusses the Aydincik Islands, which are two small Mediterranean islands in Turkey. The islands are described as uninhabited.


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WILSON MARTÍNEZ (born July 28, 1986) is a Dominican former footballer who played in the Liga Dominicana de Fútbol, and the Canadian Soccer League.

Career

Martínez began his career in 2012 with Moca FC in the Liga Dominicana de Fútbol, where he won the league title in his debut season. In 2013, he went overseas to Canada to play with the York Region Shooters in the Canadian Soccer League.[1] During his tenure with York Region he achieved an undefeated season in 2014, where he won the CSL Championship. In 2015, he returned to the Dominican and signed with Atlántico FC.[2][3]

International career

He made his debut for the Dominican Republic national football team on February 28, 2008 against Haiti.[4][5]

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title: Wilson Martínez

question: Who is Wilson Martinez?

answer: A footballer.

question: For whom did he play?

answer: Liga Dominicana de Futbol.

question: For what other country has he played?

answer: Canada.

question: HOw old is he today?

answer: 34.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Wilson Martinez is a Dominican former footballer who played in the Liga Dominicana de Fútbol, and the Canadian Soccer League. He began his career in 2012 with Moca FC, before heading to Canada in 2013 to play with the York Region Shooters. During his time with them, he had an undefeated 2014 season. In 2015, he returned to the Dominican Republic and signed with Atlantico FC.


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It was a beautiful spring day at Yost Park, the birds were singing, the bees were humming and the trees were bursting with color. Steve was alone and walking through the woods. He came across a man that looked like a garden gnome, only he was six feet tall. The man wore a red pointed hat and had a long, snow-colored beard. He had a shirt as blue as the sky and was smoking a pipe made of a corn cob. His eyes looked as gray and fogged over as the sky in the smog-filled city of Los Angeles. Steve knew the man had to have been blind, but he seemed to watch him as he approached. When he said hello, the man screamed like a little girl and ran away. “That was disturbing”, Steve said aloud. “What was?” said the man, suddenly appearing behind him. This time it was Steve who ran away, screaming like a little girl. Steve was out of breath, so he decided to sit down on a bench next to the path. The bench groaned under his weight, it was obviously very old. Suddenly, without warning, the bench collapsed under him and high-pitched laughter, like the cackle of a hyena erupted from beside him. When he looked over it was the man again. Steve ran away once more, this time he made it to his car. Frantically he tries turning on the car, but the engine just sputters. Steve looks in the back seat and there the old man is once again.

To Be Continued…

title: Story I wrote in High School.  I thought it was humorous.

question: Based off the first sentence, what season does it seem to be?

answer: It seems to be spring.

question: What is the context surrounding Steve saying "that was disturbing"?

answer: The old man screamed like a little girl and ran away after Steve said hello to him.

question: How did the old man get in the back seat of Steve's car?

answer: It seems implied he was able to do it through supernatural or magical means.

question: What might happen if Steve calls the police on the old man?

answer: It's possible the old man would disappear.


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_ROSARIO TIJERAS_ is a Mexican telenovela created by Adriana Pelusi and Carlos Quintanilla that premiered on Azteca 13 on 30 October 2016, and ended on 14 December 2019 on Azteca 7. It stars Bárbara de Regil as the titular character.[1] The series follows the life of a young student with behavior problems who suffers abuse and abuses by her stepfather and decides to start making her life on the wrong path to drugs and take revenge on all who hurt her.[2]

The series is produced by Teleset for Sony Pictures Television and TV Azteca.[3] It is based on the Colombian drama of the same name produced in 2010 and starring María Fernanda Yépez.[4]

On 16 December 2018, TV Azteca renewed the series for a third season that premiered on 25 August 2019, and ended on 14 December 2019.[5] Filming of the third season began in January 2019.[6]

In 2019 it was confirmed that the third season would be the last.[7]

Seasons

Rosario (Bárbara de Regil) is a young student who, for the sake of destiny, becomes a hitman for León El Guero (Hernán Mendoza) together with her brother Brandon (Luis Alberti) and El Fierro (Christian Vázquez), all since raped by criminals in her neighborhood where she lives, and the murder of her best friend. In her first revenge, Rosario meets Cacho (Iván Raday), her main aggressor to seduce him in her house and finally stab him in the genitals, thus earning her nickname Rosario Tijeras. Later, Rosario murders Gonzalo González “El General” (José Sefami), after he killed Delia (Daniela Soto) her best friend. For Rosario, “Loving is more difficult than killing”, since she will be involved in a love triangle between Emilio (Antonio Gaona) and Antonio (José María de Tavira) thus causing a rivalry between these two friends for the heart of Rosario.

In season two, after having escaped death, Rosario and Antonio finally manage to evade their enemies to be free, but as they flee they are forced to separate from each other. Rosario is fooled by El Ángel (Sebastián Martínez) a mysterious and seductive man who hides a deep secret. Following this, Rosario will be crossroads in a vengeance between two criminal lords and will have to protect her little brother and Antonio, the great love of her life.

In season three, Rosario's world collapses when her daughter, Ruby, is kidnapped. To recover her, she will have to accept to collaborate with the police, being part of an elite squad dedicated to the capture of El Ángel. Rosario must work against the clock and with the feelings to the surface, because in the neighborhood nothing is what it seems.[8][9]

Cast and characters

  Actor                   Character                       Season
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  1                       2                               3
  Main characters
  Bárbara de Regil        Rosario Tijeras                 colspan=“3” [10][11]
  José María de Tavira    Antonio Bethancourt             colspan=“2” [12]
  Antonio Gaona           Emilio Echegaray                colspan=“1” [13]
  Hernán Mendoza          León Elías Arteaga              colspan=“2”
  Vanessa Bauche          Ruby                            colspan=“1”
  Christian Vázquez       Ferney / Fierro                 colspan=“1”
  José Sefami             Gonzalo González “El General”   colspan=“1”
  Ariel López Padilla     Camilo Echegaray                colspan=“1”
  Hugo Albores            Cristóbal                       colspan=“1”
  Sophie Gómez            Marta de Bethancourt            colspan=“1”
  Rocío Verdejo           Susana                          colspan=“1”
  María Fernanda Quiroz   Yolanda                         colspan=“1”
  Ariana Ron Pedrique     Paula Restrepo                  colspan=“1”
  Pakey Vázquez           Tobías                          colspan=“1”
  Dino García             Leonardo                        colspan=“1”
  Alexa Martin            Leticia Bethancourt             colspan=“1”
  Pia Watson              Samantha                        colspan=“1”
  Pascacio López          El Peludo                       colspan=“1”
  Ruy Senderos            Damián González                 colspan=“1”
  Eduardo Victoria        Luis Enrique Bethancourt        colspan=“1”
  Luis Alberti            Brandon López Morales           colspan=“1”
  Sebastián Martínez      Daniel Salgado “El Ángel”       colspan=“1”
  Danny Perea             Pamela                          colspan=“1”
  Verónica Langer         Aurora                          colspan=“1”
  Harold Azuara           Erik                            colspan=“1”
  Christian Chávez        Guarro                          colspan=“1”
  Claudio Lafarga         Gabriel                         colspan=“1”
  Sonia Couoh             Melva                           colspan=“1”
  Mario Loría             Jonás                           colspan=“1”
  Gabriel Casanova        Isaac Medina                    colspan=“1”
  Lucía Silva             Paula Restrepo                  colspan=“1”
  Israel Islas            Toxina                          colspan=“1”
  Leonardo Alonso         Génaro                          colspan=“1”
  Ignacio Riva Palacio    Andrómeda                       colspan=“1”
  Palmeira Cruz           Venus                           colspan=“1”
  Tatiana Martínez        Serena                          colspan=“1”
  Lizzy Auna              Alexandra                       colspan=“1”
  Marina Victoria         Tania                           colspan=“1”
  Alan Castillo           John                            colspan=“1”
  Fernando Ciangherotti   Pegaso                          colspan=“1”
  Yolanda Ventura         Andrea                          colspan=“1”
  Juan Pablo Campa        Dylan                           colspan=“2”
  Mauricio Islas          General Iriarte                 colspan=“2”
  Samadhi Zendejas        Géminis                         colspan=“2”
  Pamela Almanza          Laura Peralta                   colspan=“1”
  Antonio Sotillo         Pablo Morales                   colspan=“2”
  Marina Ruíz             Pamela                          colspan=“2”
  Alejandro Guerrero      Capitán Bravo                   colspan=“2”
  Marco León              Máicol                          colspan=“2”
  Nikole Barajas          Rubí                            colspan=“2”
  Guillermo Nava          Verdugo                         colspan=“2”
  Renata Vaca             Julieth                         colspan=“2”
  Roberto Duarte          Altamirano                      colspan=“2”
  Jorge Lan               Agustín                         colspan=“2”
  Christian Vega          Bernardo                        colspan=“2”
  Claudette Maillé        Vanesa                          colspan=“2”
  Roberto Montiel         Don Pacho                       colspan=“2”
  Laura Ferretti          Marisol                         colspan=“2”
  Recurring characters
  Erick Chapa             Juan José                       colspan=“1”
  Luz Ramos               Rocío                           colspan=“1”
  Giuseppe Gamba          Sudarsky                        colspan=“1”
  Alonso Espeleta         Chávez                          colspan=“1”
  Constantino Morán       Querubín                        colspan=“2”
  Juan José Pucheta       Manuel Osorno                   colspan=“1”
  Begoña Narváez          Martina                         colspan=“2”
  Jordi Rush              Santiago                        colspan=“2”

Rating

Mexico rating

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| Season      | Timeslot    | Episodes    | First aired | Last aired  |
|             | (CT)        |             |             |             |
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| Date        | Viewers     | Date        | Viewers     |
|             | (millions)  |             | (millions)  |
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| 1           | MonFri      | 60          |             | 10.5[21]    |
|             | 9:00pm      |             |             |             |
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| 2           | MonThurs    | 67          |             | 2.7[23]     |
|             | 10:30pm     |             |             |             |
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| 3           | 70          |             | 1.9[26]     |             |
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| Date        | Viewers     | Date        | Viewers     |
|             | (millions)  |             | (millions)  |
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| 1           | MonFri      | 60          |             | 1.39[28]    |
|             | 10pm/9c     |             |             |             |
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| 2           | 67          | [30]        | 0.33[31]    |             |
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Awards and nominations

  Year   Award              Category                  Nominated           Result
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  2017   Produ Awards[33]   Súper serie of the Year   _Rosario Tijeras_

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title: Rosario Tijeras (Mexican TV series)

question: Who is the main character of Rosario Tijeras?

answer: Rosaria Tijeras, a young student with behavior problems who suffers from abuse by her stepfather.

question: What station does Rosario Tijeras air on?

answer: Azteca 13

question: When did Rosario Tijeras begin airing?

answer: October 30, 2016

question: List an award Rosaria Tijeras has received.

answer: It won Súper serie of the Year at the 2017 Produ Awards.

question: Who is the director of Rosario Tijeras?

answer: That information can't be found.

question: How many seasons does Rosario Tijeras have?

answer: Three

question: What role does Daniela Soto play?

answer: Delia

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Rosario Tijeras is a Mexican telenovela that follows the titular Rosaria, a young girl with behavior problems who is abused by her stepfather. The series premiered on October 30, 2016 and ran for three seasons. The series was produced by Teleset for Sony Pictures Television and TV Azteca.


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[Memorial for the victims of fascism located at the mass grave for Jews who are being shot during the Second World War, by artist Josef Tabachnyk, 1995.]

The memorial for the victims of war stands at the mass grave for the Jews who were shot in Novohrad-Volynskyi in the Second World War that began in September 1939 . The monument was created by the artist Josef Tabachnyk who makes monuments and sculptures.[1][2]

It lies near the House of the Officers in Novohrad-Volynskyi, where women and children were murdered in the Second World War. In pink granite, a mother is depicted carrying her tortured children in her arms. Two stone pyramids connected to one another form a Star of David, on which the inscription “We remember” is written in Hebrew. The black pyramid symbolises a body, which is aiming for the ground. The pink pyramid symbolises a soul, which is ready to rise up to heaven.[3]

The sculpture was opened in 1995. The sculpture's measurements are 200 x 200 x 200 cm.

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[3] http://zwiahel.ucoz.ru/novograd/evrei/Kogan_04_01_13.pdf Holocaust by Leonid Kogan (page 29), in 2010,

title: Memorial for the Victims of War from Novohrad-Volynskyi

question: When was a group of Jewish people shot at Novohrad-Volynskyi?

answer: September 1939.

question: Who made this memorial?

answer: Josef Tabachnyk.

question: In the memorial, what does the black pyramid symbolize?

answer: A body, aiming for the ground.

question: What does the pink pyramid symbolize?

answer: A soul, ready to rise to heaven.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The Memorial for the Victims of War from Novohrad-Volynskyi is a set of sculptures and statues erected outside the House of Officers in Novohrad-Volynskyi. It was created by artist Josef Tabachnyk in 1995 to memorialize the mass murder of Jewish people-mostly women and children-in Novohrad-Volynskyi in September of 1939 during the second World War.


text:
I’m sitting in the second-to-last row of the school bus, looking for someone to notice how quiet I’m being.
I’ve had a lot of days like these recently. The headache starts around noon, and by the time I get on the bus, my head is pounding and I feel like I’m going to be sick. I never do, but I kind of wish I would.
So every time, I’m stuck. Sitting here. I can’t do anything because it hurts. Doing nothing hurts too. The stringy brown leather of the seats is hot and I hate it.

I’m supposed to want everyone to be quiet. Anyway, my head stings when they’re loud. So when they start yelling too much I glare at them. They feel bad and look away. It doesn’t help.
The first few times they feel bad for you. They try to talk to you and ask you what’s wrong and how it feels and what they should do. But too many times and it’s not interesting.

I turn around behind me where the only other 5th grader is talking loudly, proud that he’s gotten the back seat. Just for today, I think. Every day we race for the back seat. I know it doesn’t seem important but it is. On days like this, though, I walk. I walked slowly here instead of the usual sprinting and shoving, and he still thinks he’s won something. Well today doesn’t count.

Finally I find myself wandering off the bus and exaggeratedly stumbling across the street. The bus rolls away with an aching hiss and I’m just standing there. I don’t want to walk home, but I can’t think of anything better. I walk a few steps and sit down. Everything is spinning and I’m really wishing I could cry. Suddenly there’s a familiar yapping. It should be annoying, but I’m so glad for the distraction that I sit and soak it in for a while before looking. I knew what it was but I looked anyway. I shouldn’t have. It’s bright out. Oh yeah, so the yapping belongs to a neighbor’s dog. There he is.

We talk about this neighbor a lot. Today he’s wearing a floral pink dress and red high heels that he’s clearly just mowed the lawn in. Oh wait, I said he. Maybe I should have said she? I don’t care. My head hurts.
He’s still just sitting there on his porch, just like every day. Well except some days. Some days he’s not there. I think I should be creeped about. I pretend to play with the grass because I still can’t get up. He’s might be looking at me. I wonder what he’s thinking. I wonder if he gets headaches too.

My migraine drops intensity for a few seconds and I need to take advantage of it. I jump up and pretend I’m fine. I walk forward, faster and faster. I make it past two houses until it all comes back, even worse to make up for the time I had.  I plop down on the curb.

Now he’s behind me, the only person outside on the whole street. I force myself to shift on the curb just enough so I can look at him, but pretend not to. Suddenly I realize how stupid I must look, and feel like I need an excuse. Dang it, if only I could cry. Instead I guess I’ll have to smile. I actually manage a sincere grin, sort of like I’m laughing at myself. I pretend he smiles back and maybe even gives me a nod, but I’m too far away and the street is blurry.

It’s time to go. I take a few deep breaths until I get one right, and then I stand up. I’m dizzy but I walk until I reach my front door. No one’s home. I walk in, collapse on the couch, and cry.

title: I'm new here, I've never written a short story in my life, and I'm really nervous. I'm sure this is awful, but could you give me some honest feedback?

question: Summarize the actions of the kids on the bus.

answer: The kids on the bus seem to be loud and yell, which irritates the narrator. When they notice this they feel bad and look away. They used to try and talk to the narrator and see how they can help, but it happened too many times and they were no longer interested. One kid is talking loudly because he got the back seat. The back seat is important and the kids usually race to get to it.

question: Summarize everything related to the neighbor.

answer: The narrator's neighbor has a yapping dog, and seems to dress as a woman. On this particular day he's wearing a floral pink dress and red high heels to mow the lawn. He's sitting on the porch like he does on some occasions. The narrator isn't sure if they should be creeped out by him. He's the only person on the street, and the narrator pretends he nods and smiles at her.

question: What does the story say about the symptoms of the narrator's headache?

answer: The narrator usually gets their headaches around noon at school. By the time they get on the bus, their head is pounding and they feel like they're going to be sick. The loud kids on the bus make their headache sting, and they feel like they're stuck in their pain. Once they're off the bus, they feel dizzy and have to take a break from walking due to their head. At home they're finally able to sit down and cry from the pain.

question: What does the story say about the narrator's family?


text:
ZWANENBURG, The Netherlands--(BUSINESS WIRE)--AEG Power Solutions (FWB:3W9K), a global provider of power electronic systems and solutions for industrial power supplies and renewable energy applications, today announced it has been chosen by UniEnergy Technologies (UET) to supply Protect SC.600 storage converters for their Uni.System™.

UET produces innovative large-scale battery energy storage systems for utility, commercial and industrial, micro-grid, and other applications. In particular, the systems are able to help overcome challenges in adding renewable energy sources to the public grid, including grid stabilization and grid leveling. The Uni.System provides unlimited cycles, 20 year life, and use of the battery’s full state-of-charge,

The AEG Power Solutions (AEG PS) storage converters are installed at two sites. Firstly, at UET’s headquarters in Mukilteo, Washington, USA on the Harbour Pointe distribution circuit, they are being used by UET for production and acceptance testing in a 2 megawatt/4hrs (8 MWh) installation. Secondly, the storage converters are included in UET’s 1 megawatt/4hrs (4 MWh) deployment on the Turner distribution circuit at a manufacturing facility in Pullman, Washington, USA.

UET selected the Protect SC.600 because of its outstanding mix of features and benefits. In particular, the company was impressed by its wide voltage and current range, its flexibility in configuration, and its small physical footprint.

Protect SC.600 is a bi-directional power converter based on IGBT technology. In battery energy storage systems, it transforms the battery’s chemically stored energy into a useful grid service by supply the right electric component, at the right time, with the right amount and form of electrical power. Protect SC.600 has high efficiency for charging and discharging and a wide DC input range, so can be used with any state of the art battery technology currently available.

“With the increasing shift to renewables, there is a growing need to manage how electrical power is provided to the grid,” says Stefan Kempen, Product Manager at AEG Power Solutions. “UET’s energy storage systems are an innovative solution that will help utilities add more renewables, and simplify how they are integrated with other sources.”

UET delivers megawatt-scale energy storage solutions for both power and energy simultaneously. Projects to date include for utilities, commercial and industrial, and micro‐grids. The core patented technology is an advanced vanadium flow battery, with breakthrough electrolyte developed at PNNL, with funding from the US DOE. The Uni.System™ features a plug & play ISO containerized design, state‐of‐the‐art controls, and power electronics. The water-based technology is inherently safe, operationally flexible, reliable, long‐life, and economically compelling. The Uni.System installed in Pullman WA, is the largest deployed flow battery in North America and Europe, supporting demand response, peak shaving, renewable generation integration, ramping, and frequency and voltage regulation.

For more information on UET, please visit http://www.uetechnologies.com.

ABOUT AEG POWER SOLUTIONS
AEG Power Solutions (AEG PS) Group is a global provider of power electronics systems and solutions for all industrial and demanding commercial power requirements offering one of the most comprehensive product and service portfolios in the area of uninterruptible power supply and power management.

Thanks to its distinctive expertise bridging both AC and DC power technologies and spanning the worlds of both conventional and renewable energy, the company creates innovative solutions for next generation distributed power generation.

AEG Power Solutions Group is the sole subsidiary of the holding company 3W Power S.A. (WKN A114Z9) / ISINLU1072910919), based in Luxembourg. The Group is headquartered in Zwanenburg in the Netherlands. The shares of 3W Power are admitted to trading on Frankfurt Stock Exchange (ticker symbol: 3W9K).

For more information, visit www.aegps.com.

_This communication does not constitute an offer or the solicitation of an offer to buy, sell or exchange any securities of 3W Power. This communication contains forward-looking statements which include, inter alia, statements expressing our expectations, intentions, projections, estimates, and assumptions. These forward-looking statements are based on the reasonable evaluation and opinion of the management but are subject to risks and uncertainties which are beyond the control of 3W Power and, as a general rule, difficult to predict. The management and the company cannot and do not, under any circumstances, guarantee future results or performance of 3W Power and the actual results of 3W Power may materially differ from the information expressed or implied in the forward-looking statements. As a result, investors are cautioned against relying on the forward-looking statements contained herein as a basis for their investment decisions regarding 3W Power._

_3W Power undertakes no obligation to update or revise any forward-looking statement contained herein._

question: What does the article say about UET's advanced vanadium flow technology?

answer: It's an energy storage converter. It's inherently safe, flexible, and long-lasting. It operates at megawatt scale, supports demand response, peak shaving, renewable generation integration, ramping, frequency, and voltage regulation. UET utilizes AEG's Protect SC.600 power converters in their systems.

question: What does the article say about molten salt energy storage?


text: The flag at the cemetary is at half-mast. I used to pass by  those stars and stripes every day on the bus, watching it flutter freely as i roared by in a big metal combustion engine with wheels. It's still at half-mast now, years later. Most things are the same as they were years ago, that house on the corner is still half built, mom always thought that the builders ran out of money, now it will never be finished, the front door gaping open forevermore. Even that riding mower on the field across the street is still in the same place, still sputtering and making metal noises as if someone might ever come back and finish the job. No one will ever finish the job. You would think it would be nice to suddenly have the world to yourself, peace and quiet, no people. Most people don't like people, you ever realize that? I used to be that way, muttering "God i hate people." whenever i could get the chance. I don't hate people now. I miss that quiet murmur of people around you, that sense of humanity that instantly makes you feel in the right place and not alone or devoid of all connection. I miss people.

title: Flag at half mast.

question: Why did the narrator hate people before?

answer: That information is not known.

question: What was the state of mind of the narrator?

answer: It appears he/she was nostalgic.

question: Why did the narrator miss people?

answer: The narrator felt the lack of a sense of humanity, company, and human connection.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The flag at the cemetery was still at half-mast even after years had gone by, which indicates that the city was still in mourning. It is not known why the setting seemed quiet. Furthermore, the void in the surroundings made the narrator, who formerly hated people and their presence, nostalgic.