text:
Well, the time has come to say goodbye to my baby and move on to greater things… I guess. From ditching class to the first time I had sex with Rachael; I’ve had so many memories in my sky blue ’78 Coupe Deville. So when I got a phone call this morning that some strange old lady wanted to take a look at my baby, I couldn’t ask anything besides what time she’d be here. All I could hope for is either she doesn’t show up, or it’s too “hip” for her to use when she picks up her groceries, goes to her knitting class, or whatever she does as a hobby.

It’s 3 p.m. and there’s no sign of this lady. I might actually be able to hold on to my baby a little longer. What the fuck is that squealing? I got up and peaked my head through the lacey white curtains my mother proudly bought at Goodwill. I pressed my right cheek against the window to get a better view of the broken pavement we call a street. I see a red- I think it’s red- dirt-covered ‘86 Honda Civic with the front bumper held together by a thin wire hanger. Please God, don’t let this be her. I shuffled my feet to the wood-framed screen door and slowly pushed it open; just hoping this ragged car passes by. I’d rather this be a drive-by than the new owner of my Caddy.

As I stepped out onto my mom’s porch I get an intense smell of the local steel mills that employ more than half the city. While my eyes scan the scenery of the decomposing fenced-in yards and barred up windows, I hear a sound of a car backfiring. The car’s gray exhaust billowed up behind it as it pulled into the one car driveway and slowed to a stop nearly putting another dent into my mom’s car. The doors opened with a loud creak as if the bolts were going to fly off. Two people emerged from the smoky confines of the car.

The driver was a man in his fifties and rough around the edges. He took two steps to his left to slam the door, leaned back, and pulled a cigarette from his ear and a lighter from his pocket. The lady pulled herself and took a bit longer to get out of the car. I caught a glimpse of her cloudy white hair peaking over the top of the car. She then took a few steps back, and drew a feeble old cane from the backseat. Are you kidding me?

	“How are ya,” I ask looked at the man, but he stared down the street, puffing his cigarette.

	“We’re fine, thank you,” the lady responded. “You must be Jay.”

	“Yeap.”

	“Well let’s see this car of yours.”

I waved for them to follow me into the garage- where I keep my baby away from prying eyes. I bent over and rolled the numbers in the correct sequence on the lock and popped it open. I looked back to see the man still leaning on the Honda- halfway through his cigarette.  The garage door swung up, as if the spring had no tension left, and revealed my baby. The air stood still as my eyes hit the bright blue details on the hood of that gorgeous beast.  My chest felt heavy when I stared into the headlight; reminding me of the first time I looked into Rachael’s eyes.

“Oh, she’s a beauty.”

What do you know, lady? It took my entire body to bring my fixed eyes over to the woman.  It took my entire soul to form a smile as I took a few steps into the garage that held my life. In the far back near the chipped door that led into the kitchen was an old cracked homemade wood shelf where my high school basketball trophies lived. Next to the shelf was a tool-bench I found decaying in an alleyway. I remember seeing it out of the corner of my eye as I drove by with Rachael on a humid summer day when the alley was overrun in a jungle of weeds.
My tools were still spread out over the workbench with the grease soaking into the warped wood.  The sun from the window on the other side of the garage was shining on my tools- reflecting the light and glaring into me. My heart started to sink into my stomach. The frigid old lady stared blankly at my car smacking her lips together as if she was swallowing her tongue. Her weary eyes spiked right through the front seat and into the ground beneath. She doesn’t deserve to even be in my sanctuary. She doesn’t even deserve to breath in the aroma of the wet, heavy air.  I swung my head angrily around in the direction of the woman. Behind her the man threw his cigarette to the ground and, with a stomp of his boots, he drove the cigarette into my driveway like it was a cockroach in his kitchen. He reached for his jean pocket and pulled out a blue pouch. He began to roll a second cigarette; not once glancing over to see what my baby looks like.

“Can I see under the hood?” the old lady asked, followed by coughing like she was trying to clear the years from her throat.

“Sure, one second.” I passed in front of her, separating her from the car.  I reached for the door and the cold, crisp handle sent shivers up my spine. After a moment of hesitation I snapped the handle up and gently swung the door open. I bent over and pulled the lever and the hood released with the sound like a can of pop opening. I felt myself blush from the thought of revealing my baby’s under parts.  I closed my eyes tight and clenched my teeth. But I pulled myself together and opened my eyes to the old lady smiling and staring expectantly back at me.

I casually strolled over to her and turned, positioning my shoulder next to her. I reached my hand through the one-inch crack between the hood and the grill of the car. What takes people a few fumbling seconds, took me only a moment to find the lever and release the hood. With two shaky hands, I lift the hood all the way open. The maze of the engine made the lady mumble, “Hmmm…” What’s does she know anyway? I checked back to see if the man’s attention had shifted over to the car- or at least to the lady. His presence started making me suspicious of the whole encounter. I’ve shown so much to them already. Did he see the combination for my lock? I should just tell them to fuck off. I don’t need their money. I don’t want to see them ever again.
Suddenly, the door to the kitchen slammed open and standing there was Rachael. She stood with a wide smile and soft eyes, analyzing the situation. My anger and paranoia dwindled at the sight of her smooth, glowing skin. I felt my muscles relax and my eyes start to feel lighter.

“Hi, I’m Rachael.”

“Hello,” the old lady grinned.

“How’s everything look to you?”

“I think we were about to talk price,” the lady looked back at the man for a quick glimpse. “How much were you asking?”

“Nine thousand.” I stated through my teeth.

“I was thinking, uhm, seven.”

That rage I had started creeping back into my throat. I squinted my eyes and gave him a quick glare, and then threw my attention at the man, hoping he would understand my point of view. My anger uncontrollably rolled in the direction of Rachael and I noticed she had moved from the stairs of the door to the passenger side of my Deville. My eyes drifted down from her shoulder to her hand rubbing her belly. My eyes focused over the hood to the round mass under her shirt that she had been caressing. The edge of my lip twitched into a smirk as I looked back at the lady, “Eight thousand.”

“Deal.”

title: First Short Story Ever

question: Who is Racheal?

answer: Racheal is Jay's wife.

question: Who is the narrator referring to as "baby?"

answer: The narrator is referring to his car.

question: Why were the two people in the narrator's driveway?

answer: The couple was there to buy the narrator's car.

question: Are Rachael and Jay not together anymore?

answer: Rachael and Jay are together and expecting a baby.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer:
It's 3 PM and Jay is waiting to see the prospective buyers of his Coupe Deville.

A car pulls over in his driveway, it's a middle-aged couple. Jay walks them to his garage to show them his baby.

The woman inspects the car while the husband stands in a corner smoking his cigarette.

Racheal enters the garage and caresses her baby bump. They strike a deal at eight thousand.


split: train

text:
[Home in Miami County] JOHN JOHNSTON was an Indian agent in the United States Northwest Territory. He was born on 25 March 1775 near Ballyshannon in the north of Ireland. His father was Scottish and his mother was a Huguenot. He left Ireland when he was eleven years old, travelling to America with a priest and a trusted family friend who was also his tutor. When he emigrated to Pennsylvania in 1786, his father, mother, four brothers, and one sister remained in Ireland.[1] They came to America five years after he settled here.

Johnston's career with Native Americans started as a wagoner for General Anthony Wayne's Legion of the United States.[2] He returned to Pennsylvania after the campaign and worked as a law clerk. At age 27, Johnston met Rachel Robinson, who was 16. They eloped to Lancaster, Ohio and were married on 15 July 1802. They had 15 children - the first 4 were the first all-white children to be born at Ft. Wayne (now Fort Wayne, Indiana). 14 of their 15 children lived into adulthood.[3]

In 1802, President Thomas Jefferson appointed Johnston as Indian Agent at the new trading agency in Fort Wayne, and by 1809 he was in charge of two Indian Agencies.[4] His primary responsibility was to manage trade so that Indians in the area would not seek trade with the nearby British. Johnston was responsible to the territorial governor, William Henry Harrison, and to the Superintendent of Indian Trade. Almost immediately, however, a rivalry began between Johnston and William Wells, the official interpreter at Fort Wayne. The Miami of Fort Wayne trusted Wells, who had been adopted into their tribe, while U.S. government officials questioned Wells' loyalty and sided with Johnston.[5] Johnston remained at Fort Wayne through a period of growing resentment between the American Indians and the United States,[6] and filed a report summarizing Indian accounts of the Battle of Tippecanoe in 1811.[7]

That same year, an Indian agency was established at Piqua, Ohio, and Johnston asked to be transferred to the new agency. He was at this agency during the War of 1812, and organized a Shawnee party under Captain Logan to rescue women and children during the Siege of Fort Wayne, where his brother, Stephen, was killed.[8] He had much better relations with the local Shawnee and Wyandot than he had with the Indians at Fort Wayne, and served as Indian Agent until 1829. He helped negotiate the Treaty of Upper Sandusky in 1842, which removed the Wyandot from Ohio to the West.[9] It was reported that he earned a $1200.00 salary per year as an agent, and he retained that position until let go by President Jackson - a total of thirty-one years.[10]

Johnston was a Whig, and in 1844 was one of Ohio's delegates to the Whig Party's national convention. After the convention, he travelled to campaign for Henry Clay.

Besides his duties as an Indian agent, he also contributed to many other facets of Ohio. He was a canal commissioner with Ohio for eleven years, president of the historical and philosophical societies in Ohio, and founder of the first Sunday school in Miami County, Ohio.[11] John Johnston was also founder of Kenyon College, served on the board of trustees of Miami University, and was a member of the board at West Point.[12] He wrote _Indian Tribes in Ohio_[13] before he died in 1861 in Washington, D.C. Today, his Piqua farm maintained by the Ohio Historical Society.

John and Rachel Johnston were married for 38 years before his wife died on 24 July 1840, after eleven days of illness. The bereavement after the death of his wife in the family home, caused him to leave and move to Cincinnati with a daughter, and then later to Dayton, where he died in 1861 at the age of 86.[14]

Notes

[1] History of Miami County Ohio - Col. John Johnston. Piqua Public Library (3 Files)

[2] Thornbrough, 12

[3] Johnston Farm Ohio

[4]

[5]

[6] Burnhart, pg 375-378

[7] Burnhart, pg 391, fn 38

[8] Shelby County History, link below

[9] Ohio Historical Society

[10]

[11]

[12] Ohio History Central, link below

[13] Hill, 1957

[14]

title: John Johnston (Indian agent)

question: What does the text say about Johnston's personal life?

answer: Johnston was born in 1775 in Ireland. His father was Scottish and his mother was a Huguenot. He left Ireland at the age of 11 and traveled to America with a priest and a trusted family friend who was also his tutor. He emigrated to Pennsylvania in 1786 while his father, mother, four brothers, and one sister remained in Ireland. They came to America five years after he settled there. At the age of 27, he met Rachel Robinson, who was 16, and they eloped and were married in 1802. They had 15 children, 14 of whom survived to adulthood. John and Rachel were married for 38 years before his wife died in 1840. After her death, John moved to Cincinnati with a daughter and then later to Dayton, where he died in 1861 at the age of 86.

question: What does the text say about Johnston's work at Fort Wayne?

answer: In 1802, Johnston was appointed as Indian Agent at the new trading agency in Fort Wayne by President Thomas Jefferson. His primary responsibility was to manage trade so that Indians in the area would not seek trade with the nearby British. Almost immediately, a rivalry formed between him and William Wells, the official interpreter at Fort Wayne. The Miami of Fort Wayne trusted Wells, who had been adopted into their tribe, while U.S. government officials questioned Wells' loyalty and sided with Johnston. Johnston remained at Fort Wayne during a period of growing resentment between the American Indians and the United States.

question: What does the text say about Johnston's cause of death?


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This football program was the intercollegiate college football team for the 1919 Chattanooga Moccasins located in the U.S. state of Tennessee. This was the first team in 2 years, and were not a part of the Southern Intercollegiate Athletic Association.[1]

  Date           Opponent                 Site                Result
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  September 28   Bryson College           Fayetteville, Tn    TIE 0–0
  October 4      Tusculum                 Chamberlain Field   W 9–7
  October 10     Oglethorpe               Chamberlain Field   L 0–19
  October 17     Middle Tennessee State   Chamberlain Field   L 3–46
  October 24     Georgetown               Georgetown,Ky       L 0–56
  October 31     Cumberland               Chamberlain Field   W 7–0
  November 15    Carson-Newman            Chamberlain Field   W 20–0
  November 22    Birmingham Southern      Birmingham, Al      L 0–40
  November 27    Transylvania             Chamberlain Field   L 0–14

[1]

question: What was special about the 1919 Chattanooga Moccasins football team?

answer: Tey were the first football team for 2 years.

question: What was their record like?

answer: 5 losses, 3 wins and 2 TIES.

question: What was their best score?

answer: 7 to 0 against Cumberland Chamberlain Field.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: About the 1919 Chattanooga Moccasins football team.


text:
In my hands I held a dandelion, one of those little yellow flowers that accompany ball of fluff that I was fond of blowing at and watching the little white parachutes fly off in to the sky. I twirled the flower between my fingers, having already used up the ball of fluff that had grown from the same set of leaves in the ground. My eyes scanned the ground for another ball of fluff, but none were in sight. When I looked back at the stem in my hands I saw that all the yellow pedals had turned black and were beginning to flake off of the stem, floating to the ground.

I studied the remains that were in my hand, until they were devoid of any structure and fell from my fingers as ashes. I was just a young child at the time, I don’t even recall the age of that memory. But it was the first inkling of what was to be the future.

I only had a couple pets as a child, a hamster, a dog, and a pair of goldfish. The hamster, Zoey, would run on his little wheel all day. Until I reached my hand into his cage and grabbed him from it. I held Zoey in my hand against my chest, while I petted him with my other hand. He was remarkably peaceful and calm. I kept petting him until my mother took him from my hand. She picked his limp body up from me and began screaming when she realized that he was dead.

Our dog, Dante, was my father’s animal. He curled up under my dad’s reclining chair when they watched TV. Dante was never interested in me, and when I would pet him he wouldn’t stand around long, always quickly finding some place to run off to. It was a day that we were taking Dante to the vet, when he was stuck in the back seat of my mom’s car with me. I had my hand laying on his back for the entire ride. When we got to the office Dante didn’t hop out of the car. He never moved again. My dad buried him in the back yard.

The gold fish out lived my mother. She kept them in the living room and would feed them herself before she went to bed. They were her ‘fair fish’ that she had won at the state fair and had nurtured for years. When my mom passed, I fed them for the last day of their lives. They were belly up afterwards.

My mother was chronically ill. She never held a job in my memory, and she finally passed away from illness when I was only twelve. At the funeral my dad held my hand for most of the service, until he began coughing so fitfully that he had to walk from the church and clear his lungs outside.

At twelve I couldn’t figure out why the path I took to school was decorated by dead plants on both sides. Kids in my class got ill often, and I had a lot of substitute teachers.

Years and years passed before anyone connected the dots. I simply thought that death was a common fact of life. But as more people that I knew piled up, as I lost one high school friend after another, people noticed. They decided that I had a disease, that somehow death followed me.

I was sent to quarantine where men in white suits tested me over and over. They said the disease was airborne, that I didn’t need to touch for death to spread. The men in the white suits began to fall ill, then dead. They first thought that their suits needed to be upgraded, that somehow they were breathing in my deadly fumes. After it continued to happen they sent me to London, then to Zaire, where the outcome was still the same, anyone in the same building as me died.

Whatever it was I was infecting others with I was immune to and I was the only carrier of.

I was kept in a vault, deep inside of a mountain. I felt like a piece of gold or some valuable jewel. I heard murmurs that I was to be used as a weapon. I was to be sent to countries to clear them of opposition.

But my potential for disaster was too great for their fail-safes. An animal that wasn’t meant to be caged cannot be. The people controlling the vault died away.

One last attempt was made to secure me onto a plane headed to Chernobyl, to live in isolation, maybe to simply die in isolation. But as the doors to my room were unlocked they released a plague that had been held back by those led lined portals. Everyone within the mountain died instantly.

I walked from the vault, through hallways of lifeless bodies. By the time I found my way out of the maze of quarantine I had passed hundreds of newly extinct people. I could no longer look at their faces, they only made me wish that I would die myself.

Outside of the mountain more lay dead. I crouched beside the body of a young woman, her face was unlined, her eyes were open, even lifeless I found her attractive. I felt tears on my cheeks when I realized that I would never know her name.

II

I think I’m twenty-five now, I could be older or younger, it’s been hard to keep track of days, weeks and years. It feels like a dream or a movie where I’m the only one left alive.

I wonder from place to place. Since I left the mountain I haven’t head a scream or a cry. I am left here alone to wonder why during all of this time I haven’t died. Everywhere the smell of rotting death is in the air. Bugs don’t even crawl on the slowly decomposing bodies.

As I walk through this valley, this valley of death, I haven’t seen a live body in years. I must be the last one left.

My water is running low and I’ve resorted to drinking from puddles that smell of rotting bodily fluids. My body aches with hunger, its growing weak. The pain that I’m going through tells me that this isn’t any dream.

Falling to my knees, I scream at the top of my lungs. I can hear my voice echo back to me, all the way from the sun. Nobody comes. When it is all said and done I fall to the sand, too weak to push myself back up, to dehydrated to shed tears. There I see what has eluded me since I was a child, a small yellow dandelion wiggling in the breeze, a small white ball of puff, beside it. It’s the only thing alive I’ve seen. With my last strength I reach out, and my hand falls on its base. It withers and dies.  I wonder why am I the last one?

title: Sickness (1200 Words)

question: Summarize the narrator's problem.

answer: Every living thing near the narrator dies. As a child, several of their pets died, and their mother also died after struggling with chronic illness. At her funeral, the narrator's father became sick after holding the narrator's hand. Eventually, people connect the dots, and attempt to quarantine the narrator, but it is not very effective at stopping it. By the end of the story, the only living thing the narrator finds is a dandelion, which withers as they reach for it.

question: Summarize what happens after the narrator is released from the mountain.

answer: The plague is unleashed and everyone in the mountain is killed instantly. When the narrator leaves, they find that even beyond the mountain, everyone and everything is dead. They wander for some time, and the only living thing they find is a dandelion, which withers when they reach for it.

question: Summarize how the narrator became like this.


text:
EDWARD ARNOLD FITCH, OBE[1] was Archdeacon of Taunton from 1938[2] to 1950.[3]

The son of the Rev. Edward Fitch, sometime vicar of Burgh-by-Sands[4] he was educated at Denstone College and Edinburgh Theological College. He was ordained deacon in 1905; and Priest in 1906.[5] After a curacy at St James, Leith he became a Chaplain to the Forces in 1910. He served at Woolwich, Curragh, Pretoria, Harrismith, Bloemfontein, The Western Front, Bovington, Aldershot and Gibraltar. In 1936 he became an Honorary Chaplain to the King. He was rector of Angersleigh from 1946 to 1954. He was also a Prebendary of Compton Bishop in Wells Cathedral.

He died on 23 April 1965.[6]

Notes

Category:1965 deaths Category:People educated at Denstone College Category:Alumni of Edinburgh Theological College Category:Archdeacons of Taunton Category:Officers of the Order of the British Empire Category:Royal Army Chaplains' Department officers Category:Honorary Chaplains to the King

[1] London Gazette

[2] _Ecclesiastical News._ The Times (London, England), Thursday, 5 May 1938; pg. 7; Issue 47986

[3] _Ecclesiastical News._ The Times (London, England), Wednesday, 6 December 1950; pg. 8; Issue 51867

[4] 'FITCH, Ven. Edward Arnold', Who Was Who, A & C Black, an imprint of Bloomsbury Publishing plc, 1920–2016; online edn, Oxford University Press, 2014 ; online edn, April 2014

[5] Crockford's 1929/30 p439 (London, OUP, 1929

[6] _Obituary._ The Times (London, England), Monday, 26 April 1965; pg. 12; Issue 56305.

title: Arnold Fitch

question: Where was Edward Arnold Fitch educated?

answer: Denstone College and Edinburgh Theological College.

question: What was Fitch's first job?

answer: He was ordained deacon in 1905.

question: Explain Fitch's recognition.

answer: He became an honorary chaplain to the King in 1936. He was the rector of Angersleigh for 8 years until 1954 as well as a Prebendary of Compton Bishop Wells Cathedral.

question: Which war did Fitch partake in as chaplain?

answer: He became a Chaplain to the army in 1910, which means he served during the First World War.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: Edward Arnold Fitch was Archdeacon of Taunton from 1938 to 1950. He was educated in Denstone College and Edinburgh Theological College. He served as a Chaplain to the Forces in the First World War. He became an Honorary Chaplain to the King and served as the rector of Angersleigh from 1946 to 1954. He was also a Prebendary of Compton Bishop in Wells Cathedral. He died on 23 April 1965.


text:
The EUROPEAN FILM ACADEMY (EFA) is an initiative of a group of European filmmakers who came together in Berlin on the occasion of the first presentation of the European Film Awards in November 1988.

The Academy—under the name of European Cinema Society—was officially founded by its first President, the Swedish director Ingmar Bergman, as well as 40 filmmakers from all over Europe.

The European Film Awards takes place every second year in Berlin, while they are presented every other year in another European city.

European Film Academy

In 1988, the Academy—under the name of European Cinema Society—was officially founded by its first President, the Swedish director Ingmar Bergman, as well as 40 filmmakers from all over Europe in order to promote European film culture worldwide and to protect and to support the interests of the European film industry.[1] Wim Wenders was elected Chairman.[2] Two years later, the European Cinema Society was renamed European Film Academy and was registered as a non-profit association.

In 1996, Wim Wenders took over the presidency from Ingmar Bergman,[3] and the British producer Nik Powell was elected new Chairman.[4] The decisions about political targets and contents are made by the 15 Board members of the Academy which has its seat in Berlin.[5]

Due to a decision of the General Assembly, the number of members—originally limited to 99—has been continuously increasing and has now reached 3,300 (as of January 2015). The Academy is thus working in close contact with the European film industry.

Staff and structure

-   President: Wim Wenders
-   Board Chairman: Mike Downey
-   Deputy Chairwomen: Rebecca O'Brien, Ada Solomon [6]

-   Board Members: Graziella Bildesheim, Angela Bosch Rius, Tilde Corsi, Valerie Delpierre, Ira von Gienanth, Mike Goodridge, Vanessa Henneman, Anita Juka, Henning Kamm, Baltasar Kormákur, Christophe Leparc, Ewa Puszczynska, Katriel Schory, Jim Sheridan, Joanna Szymańska, Béatrice Thiriet[7]

-   Honorary Members of the Board: Sir Ben Kingsley, Dušan Makavejev, Jeanne Moreau[8]

-   The Secretariat: Marion Döring, Director / Rainer Pyls, Finances & Administration / Maria von Hörsten, Co-ordination awarding procedures European Film Awards / Pascal Edelmann, Head of Press&PR / Bettina Schwarz, Co-ordination Short Film Initiative & Training Projects / Yvonne Apt, Accounting & Membership Administration / Viviane Gajewski, Assistance[9]

Members per country

[Ingmar Bergman, first president from 1988–96]

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  -   Germany 532           -   Belgium 97          -   Hungary 53
  -   UK 321                -   Switzerland 92      -   Russia 49
  -   France 279            -   Israel 84           -   Iceland 49
  -   Italy 256             -   Austria 83          -   Bulgaria 40
  -   Spain 236             -   Finland 70          -   Romania 32
  -   Denmark 185           -   Ireland 69          -   Serbia 31
  -   Poland 142            -   Czech Republic 58   -   Croatia 27
  -   the Netherlands 107   -   Norway 58           -   Kosovo 23
  -   Sweden 103            -   Greece 55           -   Estonia 21
                                                    -   Slovenia 21
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listed are all countries with more than 20 EFA members

Funding

The European Film Academy is mainly funded by the Stiftung Deutsche Klassenlotterie Berlin (German National Lottery), the German State Minister for Culture and the Media, and Filmboard Berlin-Brandenburg GmbH. The presentation of the European Film Awards are financed independently from the Academy. Founded in 2006 to produce the European Film Awards Ceremony for television, EFA Productions gGmbH is the in-house production company of the European Film Academy e.V. For a number of years, the European Film Awards have been supported by patrons from the international film industry. Their commitment demonstrates the importance that the international film industry attaches to the European Film Awards.

Annual EFA programme

Throughout the year, the European Film Academy (EFA) initiates and participates in a series of activities dealing with film politics as well as economic, artistic, and training aspects. The programme includes conferences, seminars and workshops, and a common goal is to build a bridge between creativity and the industry. Some of EFA's events have already become an institution for encounters within the European film community:

The Short Film Initiative: Is an initiative by the European Film Academy in co-operation with fifteen festivals throughout Europe. At each of these festivals, an independent jury presents one of the European short films in competition with a nomination in the short film category of the European Film Awards.

A Sunday in the Country: Is a special weekend encounter between appr. ten young European filmmakers and some established EFA members. The private atmosphere of these gatherings guarantees an exchange of ideas and experience which goes far beyond the results of usual workshops.

Conferences and Seminars Every year: A series of conferences initiated and/or supported by the European Film Academy enhance a European debate on film, create platforms for a vivid exchange among film professionals and ensure that the discussion of what European film is, how it is changing and where it is going never expires.

Master Classes: Offer valuable training opportunities for young talent, combining theoretical and practical training. The high-profile list of former masters includes renowned film professionals such as Jean-Jacques Annaud, Jan De Bont, Henning Carlsen, André Delvaux, Bernd Eichinger, Krzysztof Kieslowski, Jiří Menzel, Tilda Swinton, István Szabó, Marc Weigert, Mike Newell, Tsui Hark, Allan Starski and Anthony Dod Mantle.

European Film Awards

[The Theater des Westens in Berlin was the first venue of the European Film Awards in 1988]

The annual European Film Awards ceremony (until 1997 known as FELIX) is the most visible activity of the European Film Academy. With the awards the Academy pursues the following aims: attracting the interest of the audience in European cinema, promoting its cultural and artistic qualities, and regaining the public's confidence in its entertainment value. To put these ideas into practice, the People's Choice Awards were added as a new category in 1997. They are accompanied by big advertising campaigns in European film magazines. In addition, screenings of the nominated films were in the past years organised for the public in several European cities (Berlin, Edinburgh, London, Stockholm, Strasbourg, Warsaw).

The members of the European Film Academy actively participate in the selection, nomination and awarding procedure.

The European Film Awards are the first in the annual international awards calendar. Most of the nominees and winners of the European Film Awards are found in the following months among the nominees and winners of the Golden Globes or the Oscars. In the past years, European producers and distributors repeatedly stressed that a nomination or receipt of the European Film Award had a positive impact on the destiny of their films with regard to the Golden Globe or the Oscar.

Sidebar events

Every year, the academy organises a sidebar programme on the occasion of the European Film Awards week-end with panel discussions and conferences. Thus, innovative production methods for the new millennium were discussed at the conference which took place in Berlin in 1999, whereas in 2000, nine European filmmakers of international reputation (among them, Wim Wenders, Liv Ullmann, Tom Tykwer, Dominik Moll, Pavel Lungin, Maria de Medeiros) as well as the EU commissioner Viviane Reding made very personal and visionary speeches on the artistic, cultural, and social role of cinema in front of 800 guests at Theâtre de l'Odéon in Paris, where the conference E LA NAVE VA - For a New Energy in European Cinema was held.

[1] History of European Film Academy. 13 Feb. 2008

[2]

[3] Rossberg, O., and C. Rogers. “Biography.” Wim Wenders. 1 2001. Wim Wenders Productions. 14 Feb. 2008 .

[4] “History.” European Film Academy. 1 European Film Academy. 14 Jan. 2008 <http://www.europeanfilmacademy.org/htm/History.html>.

[5] “Home.” European Film Academy. 1 European Film Academy. 14 Feb. 2008 <http://www.europeanfilmacademy.org/htm/EFAcademy.html>.

[6] “Home.” European Film Academy. 1 European Film Academy. 12 Jan 2015 <http://www.europeanfilmacademy.org/Staff-and-Structure.41.0.html>.

[7] “Home.” European Film Academy. 1 European Film Academy. 12 Jan 2015 <http://www.europeanfilmacademy.org/Staff-and-Structure.41.0.html>.

[8] “Home.” European Film Academy. 1 European Film Academy. 04 Feb 2013 <http://www.europeanfilmacademy.org/Staff-and-Structure.41.0.html>.

[9] “Home.” European Film Academy. 1 European Film Academy. 12 Jan 2015 <http://www.europeanfilmacademy.org/Staff-and-Structure.41.0.html>.

title: European Film Academy

question: What kind of influence does the European Films Award possess on the global stage?

answer: A film with that kind of award tends to go ahead and win Golden Globes or the Oscar.


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I take a deep breath, adjust my goggles and sprint to the end. My feet barely touch the mass beneath me and I approach the tip of the wing, the wind screaming beautifully past me, a rush like the flow of blood through an artery, like a wave of water crushing a swimmer for a moment before allowing her respite, the swell of breath as you feel a lover’s touch on your thigh, her eyes locking with yours before her lips do the same. My left foot touches the edge, heel to toe; my knee flexes, and for a moment I think I hesitate, but perhaps I don’t and just wish I had. Perhaps I am pushed.  I launch and turn backwards, flipping so I can see the plane behind me, the earth upside down and for a moment, the briefest moment, I’m suspended in the air. According to physics it’s at this moment where I’m not moving in any direction. There is nothing pushing me this way or that, no commitment to worry about, no forces act on me at all. Then I fall towards the earth speeding along towards the cities, commitment, life, reality. For the next several minutes I feel myself speeding up, crushing down at the solid ground. Finally it feels like I’m not falling. I feel suspended again, floating full of life and feeling and power here 10,000 feet above terra firma.

Pushing through the sky like a bottle opener into a cork, I spin and spin diving further and further towards a certainty I cannot escape. Clouds come into view, glorious and looming. I see them so often from the ground they have become meaningless; up here where it’s different I see them for what they are: constantly shifting bodies. Clouds don’t move, they come into being in a different space, while leaving other parts to wisp away into the wind. They pulse and breathe. They hold you for a moment and then release you. Inside the cloud there’s a magic, a concrete feeling of luscious glory that lasts momentarily before I exit. Clouds come and go as do I, entering and exiting them at a velocity best described as wonderful but dizzying.

The ground is closer and more real than ever, and it’s time to pull. Put a stop to this freedom and embrace safety, end the charade of a freewheeling care-free young man and settle down. The equivalent of a wife and minivan, the kids and the bills and the security of others. Someone who doesn’t just give you the thrill and leave you, something that doesn’t feel like a one night stand. Time to plant your feet on solid ground.

I fall, hand on the cord, eyes on the altimeter, and slowly rotate so I fall looking at the sky. Looking at where I was, seeing how far I’ve come and wishing I was one minute ago, three days ago, 6 months ago. Being dropped is terrible, falling is exhilarating, but finding ground again…

Finding ground again is frightening. The idea of walking around miles below where you were and having to work to get back up here to the sky: well honestly it’s goddam awful. I want to be up in the sky again already, looking down at everyone beneath me, I want to be high up again. But no, right now I’m falling; falling increasingly faster and faster. The ground is rushing at me, that which was so unimportant only a moment ago is now so very important.

I think of what it took to get here. The training, the practice, the years of waiting, the checking of gas, wheels, equipment, radio, wings, instruments, and all the work just to reach the air. Learning and practice and practice and trust and building something that could work. Only to find yourself up high above the world, above it all, nothing can touch you. Packing the chute…

Oh god the parachute. I touch the cord handle of the cord and recall this fall isn’t like the others. I’ve been here before, but I always landed softly, holding the plastic handle that was attached to my chute. There’s nothing safe about it this time. This time I will land hard. I’m passed the moment where I can actually deploy and safely land on the ground. I yank hard on the cord and my chute rips open; a chest with ribs broken and a heart looking at the surgeon beating softly with the thump of a speaker. Wind fills the parachute and I feel myself slow down incredibly fast. I look down and I see the ground only one hundred feet away. I brace myself and try to glide in along the ground, I pull my feet up and I pull the cords by me and I look and I scream, my mouth opens wide and it all comes flying out of me. I slide through high grass going far too fast; my body instinctively curls up and I roll along the ground cracking bones, bruising ribs, and generally fucking up my body. I inhale dirt and scrape a gash on my shin that deposits blood on the ground every few feet. The roll last 6 seconds, but I feel like I’ve been tumbling for months. Dust is everywhere and the cloud billows up around me as I finally come to rest on the ground.

Broken, bruised, beaten, busted up and generally destroyed on every level of existence. I cough and blood mixes into the bare grass around me and I contemplate laying here forever. The sun is fading in the west I look over at it, and I watch, laying down in a mixture of brown, red, green, and yellow and realize that there’s nothing that has to happen, there’s nothing that is more important than finding my own strength and standing up to say I’m ready. I slowly rise up to my knees, and then one foot at a time, I stand up. I watch the sun burn the remnants of the day away, a bright orange ball that everyday cooks the world to a crisp, only to show up the next morning to a fresh new set of ingredients; ready to burn again. The sun’s flames lick the ground and for a moment, a lifetime of a moment, the ground glows red along the entire horizon. I shrug off my parachute and look back up the sky.

I’ll be back up there again soon.

title: Falling in Love and Falling out of a Plane

question: What is this about?

answer: Parachuting.

question: According to physics, what's the moment where you're not moving in any direction?

answer: The moment right after the narrator exits the plane mid-air and is suspended before falling.

question: Why can't the narrator land safely?

answer: They have missed the time they could safely open their parachute and now it's going to be rocky.

question: Does the narrator survive the fall?

answer: Yes, they seem to, as they describe landing and then looking up at the sky.


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Activision Blizzard has agreed to acquire the company behind the popular Candy Crush Saga and Farm Hero games, King Digital Entertainment, for $5.9 billion in cash. King Digital’s games consist of a community of more than 340 million unique users. Activision, of course, is the company behind hit console games like the Call of Duty series.

King Digital closed with a $4.7 billion market capitalization on Monday, meaning Activision is paying a 26 percent premium to acquire the company. That’s less than, however, the price at which King Digital went public last year.

Activision’s motivation to purchase King Digital comes in that it is lagging dramatically in the mobile gaming market. In its second quarter earnings, the company reported that just 5 percent of its net revenue came from mobile gaming, with the rest coming from console gaming, online gaming, and PC gaming. The news of the acquisition comes on the eve of the company’s third quarter earnings report.

King Digital has been working recently to reduce its financial dependence on Candy Crush, but the app still accounts for more than one-third of its total revenues. The company saw the total spending on its titles fall 13 percent year-over-year in the second quarter of 2015.

The $5.9 billion sale is huge for a company that solely relies on digital games. In 2012, OMGPOP, the company behind the popular Draw Something app, was acquired by Facebook for $200 million, only to be shut down 16 months later. It’s also a mind-blowing amount considering Apple purchased Beats for a little over half of that price at $3 billion.

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question: What is the name of the company behind the popular Candy Crush saga?

answer: King Digital Entertainment.

question: How much did Activision Blizzard pay to acquire King Digital Entertainment?

answer: $5.9 billion

question: What was the motivation behind Activision Blizzard's newest acquisition?

answer: One of the reasons is because Activision is lagging behind in the mobile games market.

question: What is the popular opinion on Activision Blizzard's purchase?

answer: The amount paid is considered a bit too much for a company that relies solely on digital games.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: In light of its dwindling market share in the mobile games section, Activision Blizzard acquired King Digital Entertainment (makers of the popular Candy Crush) for $5.9 billion. Most experts considered the amount a bit much for a mobile game company, considering similar tech companies have been acquired for less.


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BOGUSZÓWKA may refer to any of the following places in Poland:

-   Boguszówka, Masovian Voivodeship, a village in Gmina Gniewoszów, Kozienice County
-   Boguszówka, Podkarpackie Voivodeship, a village in Gmina Bircza, Przemyśl County

title: Boguszówka

question: What is one place called Boguszówka?

answer: A village in Gmina Gniewoszów, Kozienice County.

question: What is another place called Boguszówka?

answer: A village in Gmina Bircza, Przemyśl County.

question: Where are both of these villages?

answer: Poland.

question: Where is Poland?

answer: Europe.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Boguszówka could refer to either of two places in Poland: a village in Gmina Gniewoszów, Kozienice County, or a village in Gmina Bircza, Przemyśl County.


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[Vigur, pictured in September 2009] [Vigur windmill, pictured in July 2011] VIGUR is the second largest island of the Ísafjarðardjúp fjord in Westfjords, Iceland. Located just south of the Arctic Circle, the island is around in length and in width. The island is most noted for its thriving seabird colonies - particularly Atlantic Puffins - traditional eiderdown production and historical buildings.

The two story Viktoriuhús, built in 1860, is one of the oldest timber buildings in Iceland and is part of The Historical Buildings Collection of Þjóðminjasafn Íslands. Iceland's oldest seaworthy boat, Vigurbreiður, is also on Vigur.

Today, there is only a single farm located on Vigur. In the seventeenth century the farm on Vigur was home to Magnús Jónsson, a wealthy man who collected and commissioned manuscripts.[1] The first reference to Vigur in the written record is 1194 but it may well be referenced earlier than that under a different name.

A windmill, built in , is also located on the island.[2] It is the only surviving historic windmill in the country and possibly the northernmost windmill in the world.

Each year around 3500 nests of the Common Eider are found on Vigur. The nests are lined with Eider Down which is collected by the farmer once eggs have hatched and chicks vacated. The Eider Down is dried, sorted and cleaned by hand using methods passed down through generations.

Vigur is home to one of the largest Puffin colonies in Iceland as well as a rare colony of Black Guillemot. It also hosts vast numbers of Arctic Tern and other Arctic seabirds.

www.vigurisland.com

[1] Páll Eggert Ólason, Íslenskar æviskrár: Frá landnámstímum til ársloka 1940, 6 vols (Reykjavík: Hið Íslenzka Bókmenntafélag, 1948–76), III (1950): 433–44.

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title: Vigur

question: Where is Vigur?

answer: Iceland.

question: What is Vigur?

answer: Vigur is the second largest island of the Ísafjarðardjúp fjord in Westfjords, Iceland.

question: Where iss Vigur?

answer: Just south of the Arctic Circle.

question: What is Vigur noted for?

answer: Seabird colonies, particularly puffins.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article is about Vigur, an Icelandic island near the arctic circle.


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A man came in to the office today, in a real huff.

”Oh, man, it's 8:10 already? Damn train was late, protesters everywhere. I'm telling you, this whole thing is a mess.”

”Yeah, don't worry about it,” said the boss. ”I mean it's not the end of the world, right? Hah!”

”But I am sorry, though. Totally.”

”It's okay.”

”And, uh... I hate to ask, especially with this, you know. Being late and all...”

”What? Cough it out. Anything for you, considering...”

”I mean, if it's not too much trouble... Could I leave a bit earlier? If it's not too much trouble. Gosh, I already said that. Listen, I'll work overtime, I was late, I'm being out of line for even asking this, I'm -”

”Hey, hey! Slow down, man. You did... you did get my email today, right?”

”What email? You know I read my company email here.”

”It's just that, well... No easy way of putting this...”

”Just get it out. What email you talkin' about?”

”Umm... You're being terminated.”

”Terminated?! Since when?”

”Since the meeting yesterday. I mean, hey, you're a terrific guy and all, but you know those corporate cunts? Came here, suits and all, and started talking about downsizing our office. Can you believe it?”

”Frankly no. I can't. I mean I'm being fucking terminated? On what grounds?!”

”Don't take it personally. It's just not you, your whole unit is being brought down. Yeah, turns out your team is just not profitable enough.”

”We're the customer survey team, what did they expect? Us to pay them? Man, what a bummer.”

”Yeah, I know... Listen, swing by my office and we'll terminate you quick and painless, today. We'll sort out severance and what not.”

”Guess I don't have a choice. Man, what a dull fucking day. First those riots, and I'm late, and now this? Ugh, whaddya gonna do. Corporate says, us dogs do. I'll go clear my desk.”

”There's no need for that. We'll just incinerate it.”

”Incin- Yeah, really funny, Jerry. That's my stuff. You know, picture of Deb, and the kids. I'm taking it with me. I don't even think we have an incinerator around here, do we?”

”We do actually.”

”Wow... That was unexpected.”

”Why so? Gabe, did you... Did you even read your contract?”

”Of course I did! I read it fine print and all.”

”ALL of the 30 pages?”

”Whaddya want me to say, Jerry? Did you read your '30 shades of crap' when you sold your soul to this joint?”

”Of course I did. But you didn't. Oh man, this is gonna be so hard to explain...”

”What, did it have some hidden footnote about stealing my stuff after they humiliate me and take away my job? 'Cause I'm calling the Union right now to put those suits at Corporate back in line if that's the case!”

”Calm down, Gabe, it's nothing like that.”

”Well what is it?”

”Uh... How do I explain this? Yeah, hey, remember Francis? From human resources?”

”Uh, sure. He was a nice guy. Left for retirement, right?”

”Actually no. He was terminated, too. Company policy, you know.”

”Company policy is to terminate people! How silly is that? Now they have to pay severance.”

”Let me continue. When we say terminated, well... I really mean terminated.”

”I know what terminated means. It means I gotta update my resume and send it out like other chumps from the survey team.”

”I mean terminated like shot in the head and burned along with all their possession.”

”W-wait? You're serious?! Corporate wants to kill me?! How is this legal!”

”Company policy, man. I'm right there with you. This company, nay, the whole world is going down the shitter.”

”They want to kill me? I can't believe it.”

”Better believe it. I think I still have some Francis stuck to my carpet. And don't even remind me about Helen, her brain left a permanent stain in the drapes.”

”Gnarly.”

”Right? So what do you say, swing by my office at, say, noon?”

”Do I... Do I have a choice in this?”

”Not really. Sorry, Gabe.”

”Can... Can I atleast call my family and tell them good bye?”

”Of course, Gabe. Of course. That's company enforced behaviour.”

”Company policy?”

”Yeah.”

”... Yeah well, if I don't have a choice... See you at noon, I guess...”

”That's the spirit!”

title: Company policy

question: Why does the company incinerate workers that are needed anymore?

answer: It is not stated. It is just said that it is the company policy.

question: Why does Gabe need to leave the office earlier?

answer: It is not stated. Probably for some private reasons.

question: How does the boss feel about terminating the workers from the unit?

answer: He says he is sorry but actually, he does not show empathy for the workers. He complains about the permanent stain of Helen's brain in the drapes.

question: Does Gabe have a choice?

answer: It is not clear. He is told he does not have a choice.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: Gabe enters the office and asks his boss if he can leave a bit earlier. The boss says that Gabe will be terminated because the company downsizes his unit. Gabe is surprised and disappointed at being fired. However, the boss explains the Gabe will be literally terminated - killed and burned. Gabe is shocked and asks if he has a choice. The boss replies he has not, so Gabe agrees to come to the boss' office at noon to be incinerated.


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Medical student Laiya Carayannopoulos has enjoyed a great experience in Grand River Hospital’s medicine clinical teaching unit.

So much so that she’s serious contemplating internal medicine as the next step in her medical education.

Laiya is finishing her third and final year of her medicine degree with McMaster University’s Michael G. DeGroote School of Medicine Waterloo Regional Campus.

Undergraduate medical students such as Laiya go through several clerkship placements to receive hands-on learning experience. Some of this learning takes place in clinical teaching units (CTUs), in which clerks provide care while learning from more advanced learners as well as seasoned physicians.

Having completed a placement in a larger CTU, she greatly enjoyed GRH’s CTU because of the wide range of cases from which she could learn as well as support from the unit’s staff.
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What was your first experience in a CTU like?

My first experience on a CTU, like that of many others, was pretty intimidating and a bit overwhelming. There are a lot of patients, a lot of learners and just a lot to know, and that was very scary for me at first.

I happened to be coming on six weeks after the learners who were ahead of me. They already had their footing and knew what they were doing. So I missed the basic orientation of standard “how to” and this meant I had to learn to swim while already in the deep end.

How was it different when you did a clerkship in GRH’s CTU?

By the time I got to CTU at GRH I was far further along in my training, and so I was already feeling more confident (although still pretty nervous on day one!). This, combined with finding myself in a smaller group of learners, made it a lot more comfortable for me. It was easier for me to learn the ropes and establish some approaches to standard medicine cases.

What was really cool for me was that the smaller group created opportunities for me to see more patients, including ones with rare and really interesting symptoms. I was able to learn about their unique conditions and how to treat them, under the supervisions of staff physicians.

I had the impression that Grand River was a little community hospital, but it’s not, it’s massive. You think, ‘oh a patient with complex needs or a rare case will be transferred out’. That’s not necessarily the case.

How much attention from medical staff were you able to receive?

Being one-on-one with the staff has been a real luxury and the greatest benefit. Anytime I had questions or was trying to figure out how to break something down to approach it, there was always someone right there by my side whose sole goal was to make sure that I learned.

I personally love getting to do hands-on things such as procedures. GRH is rife with opportunities to not only do things like this, but also to identify your own weak areas and work towards improving them. The fact that a smaller group of learners is based at GRH makes it a bit easier to personalize your learning and get the attention you need to have your needs met.

What else is important to you as a learner?

I think an environment in which you’re welcomed to learn. Sometimes you can be intimidated to not speak until spoken to, to not be wrong. It makes it hard to venture a guess.

I think people who foster a safety and willingness to be wrong make it easier to work through a problem and determine what the answer may be. I found here at GRH, everyone was very supportive. I find people here are very eager to teach, especially when you show interest.

GRH’s CTU is relatively new, about two years old. How well did it flow for you?

Things were awesome. As a student, it was fantastic because I could see whatever I wanted or needed to see. I found everyone was very open to feedback and to me expressing what I needed to succeed as a learner.

I feel I’ve been very lucky being here. What’s great about Grand River is the size and the fact that you are one-on-one. It’s intimidating and it can be overwhelming, but it gives you a new sense of confidence too.

Clerks are encouraged to talk with a staff physician and say, “This is my idea,” and learning that it’s OK to have suggestions. It’s been overwhelmingly supportive. People are very invested in seeing the learners here succeed.

On top of all this, my classmates and I have been fortunate to interact with incredible patients here at GRH. You can have a perfect CTU structure with awesome staff, but if you don't have patients willing to let students talk to them, provide care to them and learn from them, then it all becomes irrelevant.

In big academic centres it's standard to see residents regularly so it's not such a shock for people, but given that the CTU is still relatively new to GRH people aren't always so familiar with the idea of learners.

Despite this, not only have I been lucky to have patients willing to let me as a student take care of them, but these patients and their families have been unbelievably enthusiastic about getting involved and invested in my learning. It’s really exciting getting to be surrounded by that kind of energy.

question: Where is Laiya Carayanannopoulis finishing her medical degree?

answer: McMaster University's Michael G. DeGroote School of Medicine Waterloo Regional Campus.

question: Where had she been gaining experience?

answer: Grand River Hospital's medicine clinical teaching unit.

question: How does Laiya describe her first experience at CTU?

answer: Intimidating and overwhelming.

question: How does she characterize her clerkship at CTU's GRH?

answer: Since she had more training and experience prior to joining, she felt confident.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Medical student Laiya Carayannopoulos discusses her experiences at Grand River Hospital’s medicine clinical teaching unit. She is completing her third and final year of her medicine degree with McMaster University’s Michael G. DeGroote School of Medicine Waterloo Regional Campus. She went through  through several clerkship placements to receive hands-on learning experience. Students are placed in clinical teaching units (CTUs), in which clerks provide care while learning from more advanced learners as well as seasoned physicians. Carayannopoulis describes her experience as overwhelming in the beginning, but easier with after the found her footing and was in groups of fewer students, a situation which provided invaluable one-on-one instruction and mentorship from instructors and medical professionals in the program.


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Night was quickly approaching, and the doves had already taken to the air. She watched them from her spot by the parkade, and listened to their gentle cooing, and wished that she could be so free, to spread wings and go where the wind would take her.

She had been living in the parkade for over a month now. The doves had followed her all the way from Cliff's Edge, her previous home. She had been forced to leave: winter was far colder by Cliff's Edge, and the snow tended to fall in great white sheets. Her journey had been long and arduous, and the doves had been there every step of the way. She welcomed their company, because it was the only company she had.

A small dove landed on her shoulder and cooed softly in her ear. It ruffled its feathers, then took to the air once again. They had grown accustomed to her, she knew. To them, she was just an oversized dove, wingless and beakless but a friend nonetheless. They never judged her or ridiculed her because of the way she looked, or talked, or lived. They just accepted.

She gazed up wistfully at the Buniard Building and noticed there were a few lights on in some of the apartments. Still early, then. Some of them were probably having supper now: families eating around the dinner table, or couples snuggled warmly infront of the television set, eating their T.V. dinners. The doves were her companions, her family. And the Buniard Building was her television set.

Through it she experienced the lives of its inhabitants. She learned to love some of them, and hate others, and often she caught herself rooting for one member of a family or another, and hoping things would come out right for them in the end. The day Mrs. Parkins suffered a heart attack she had been there, watching in horror, worried and angry at the injustices of life. Tonight Mr. Parkins was alone at home, pacing, clasping his hands tightly behind his back, moving like a caged animal - restless and lonely. Somehow she knew Mrs. Parkins had passed away. Perhaps it was the way he slouched, as though he had given up hope, or the way he had stopped brooding, as though there was nothing left to hope for.

She turned her gaze back to the doves, and saw them painted against a full moon. The moon was larger then she had ever seen it before, and took up a large portion of the night sky - a beacon among the tiny stars, and she was reminded of the story she had read in one of the papers, about a space shuttle that would soon be launched from Cape Canaveral and put the first man on the moon. How ridiculous it seemed, to spend so much money and effort to get to the moon, when there was so much suffering right here on Earth.

A chill wind started to blow. She heard its dismal howl, and watched as it overturned old carton boxes and sent newspapers skittering across the cold cement like mice. A plastic bag rolled down the road, hopping and creeping as though it possessed a life of its own. She started to shiver, and hugged herself tightly. She got up and brought a trash can from the parkade, filled it with the newspapers she had found that day - the Herald and the Boston Globe and the New York Times - and lit a small fire.

Startled by the sudden heat, the doves took to the air, and just when it seemed they would go up to the trees to roost for the night, they returned to her outstretched arms, and pecked at the bread crumbs she held in her hands.

As her gaze drew back to the Buniard Building, she had a strange premonition. Just as she had known that Mrs. Parkins was dead, she knew that something was going to happen tonight. The feeling was vague and far off, like a mirage in the desert, and she wondered if perhaps - and just like the mirage - it was a matter of wishful thinking. Did she want something to happen? Perhaps looking up at the Buniard was not enough, perhaps she longed for something more, something real. Something that would happen to her for a change.

Soon the feeling passed, leaving her cold and tired.

Young Vanessa Lewis was out by her bedroom window, gazing at the sky, and, in another apartment, Mr. Parkins was still pacing restlessly. Vanessa was a strange girl, but one of her favourite people to watch. She was forever arguing with her parents, like teenagers will, and sneaking off in the middle of the night. She spent long hours at her bedroom window, watching the doves, admiring their grace and beauty, not knowing that she herself was being watched.

Time passed, and soon even the sight of the pretty, wistful girl was not enough to keep her interest, and her gaze drifted, as it tended to do, back to the doves. They were acting strangely tonight, moving in short, abrupt movements, taking to the air and then returning, not remaining in one place for too long. Restless, she thought. Maybe they, too, felt that something was going to happen tonight. She would worry about that another time, though. It was getting late.

"Come," she whispered, "we'll find a place to rest this tired body of mine."

The pain in her back had returned with the cold, and she found it difficult to walk. She made her way to the park nearby, the Royal Grand park, a small sign stated, although it was far from royal and hardly what she would call grand. She made her bed in the lush, wet grass, and lay beneath the stars, and waited for sleep to take her. Around her the doves cooed and pawed at her clothing, perhaps looking for a last scrap of bread before they went up to roost.

But she felt restless, and sleep did not come quickly. She sat up and shivered slightly, and her eyes were drawn once again to the Buniard. Something was going to happen tonight. The realisation excited her. It was a warm feeling inside of her, as though a candle had been lit in her belly. Her eyes sparkled with a life she thought she had lost long ago.

And that's when she saw him, silhouette against the night, running. With a violent shudder the warm feeling was ripped from her, and in its place was only dread. Something bad was going to happen tonight. Something unspeakable.

title: The Bird Lady

question: Who is the protagonist?

answer: A homeless woman who watches birds and people.

question: What does the protagonist feel at the end of the story?

answer: That something bad is about to happen.

question: What is the theme of the story?

answer: Social relationships.

question: Who is the woman's favorite person to watch?

answer: Vanessa Lewis, a teenager.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This story is about a homeless person who watches people.


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LAUREL & HARDY: THE ORIGINAL ODD COUPLE

Co-presented by Jeff Joseph/SabuCat, with special thanks to the UCLA Film and Television Archive, the Library of Congress, Tom Holland/Holland Releasing and Marty DeGrazia of Sonar Entertainment.

Laurel and Hardy were among the most successful and beloved comedy teams in cinema history. An Englishman, Stan Laurel traveled to America as a part of Fred Karno’s troupe (in which he understudied Charlie Chaplin), while Georgia-born Oliver Hardy got his start in the booming pre-WWI Florida movie industry; the two first crossed paths in Hollywood at the Hal Roach Studios in 1921.

At first glance, the pair could not have been more mismatched – one thin and childlike onscreen, the other heavyset and haughty. They were very different off-screen as well, with Laurel a focused comedic strategist, while Hardy was more easygoing and content working in front of the camera. Perhaps it was these complementary styles that made the partnership so enduring, lasting nearly 30 years with appearances in more than 100 films together.

Join us for three days of hilarity from the legendary duo, with full restorations of a dozen shorts including “THE MUSIC BOX” (a Best Live Action Short Academy Award winner), “BUSY BODIES,” “HELPMATES,” “TOWED IN A HOLE” and long-lost pie-fight epic “THE BATTLE OF THE CENTURY,” as well as two features: WAY OUT WEST and the rarely screened THE FLYING DEUCES. It’s safe to say that these films - photochemically restored from the original 35mm nitrate elements, then digitally cleaned for these DCP presentations - haven't looked this good since their first release! In addition, we'll be running rarely screened 35mm prints of THE DEVIL’S BROTHER and BONNIE SCOTLAND.

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question: Describe Laurel and Hardy.

answer: According to the text, Laurel and Hardy were among the most successful and the most beloved comedy teams in cinema history. Initially, the pair was very mismatched as they had different physical appearances and different personalities. But because of their differences, they made a great onscreen pair that lasted nearly 30 years and did more than 100 films together.

question: Would Laurel and Hardy be funny to today's generation of kids?


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_In August of last year, Daniel Pierce was kicked out of his home and disowned by his family for being gay. He recorded the confrontation on camera and the footage was later uploaded to YouTube. Daniel received help from Lost N Found Youth, an Atlanta organization that helps homeless LGBT youth get off the streets, along with other services. We talked to Daniel nearly a year later to see how his life has changed._

GLAAD: IT'S BEEN ALMOST ONE YEAR SINCE YOU HAD TO LEAVE YOUR HOME. IN WHAT WAYS HAS YOUR LIFE CHANGED? HOW HAVE YOU ADAPTED AND OVERCOME THE FOLLOWING ADVERSITY?

Daniel: Almost every aspect of my life has changed in some way. A year ago I was planning for college and going to school full time. I was still very much a teenager. On Tuesday, August 26th, 2014 that all changed in a blink of an eye. I was homeless, with no car, no money, a busted lip and bruises... nothing but my dog and what few bags of personal things I could get. On Wednesday, August 27th, as I sat in my aunt's living room looking at a pile of my belongings thrown into the floor, I felt as if life was over... I was beaten down and life was no longer as I knew it to be... it just didn't seem real... honestly, a year later it still doesn't.

Thursday, August 28th, I woke up to hundreds of phone calls, emails, text messages, and Go Fund Me alerts. I had no clue what Go Fund Me was – I had never even heard of Go Fund Me. All I could see on the alerts was, "Name" gave "amount of money." It was overwhelming. On Thursday, I met with Lost N Found Youth. A good friend of mine, Michelle P., is a volunteer for Lost N Found Youth and she got me in contact with Rick Westbrook and Charlotte Cagle who run Lost N Found Youth.

Over the next few months I attended LGBTQ events to bring awareness to the issue of families disowning children because of sexual orientation. I attend school at Kennesaw State University and continued to work part time at The Good Dog Co. Atlanta, where I have worked since I was sixteen. I tried my best to regain a sense of normalcy to my life. Through hard work with a therapist, I have come to an understanding with reality and what happened almost a year ago. It's not something that you get over – losing a huge part of my blood family is hard to comprehend. I had so much thrown at me so quickly; I never thought at nineteen-years-old, I would have to deal with attorneys, buying a car, financial advisers, public relations representatives, media and much more. It was something I had never even thought of. I never thought I would Google my name and see hundreds of articles about myself. But with all that has happened, so much good has come from it. I have met so many amazing people and I am so proud that my story has helped so many people and families. The love and support that I received from the community got me through this, and its continuing to get me through. Almost a year later, life is great. I have a wonderful partner David who stood by me through it all and I have such a beautiful group of friends and chosen family who love me for being myself. I couldn't ask for anything better than that.

GLAAD: YOU RECEIVED AN OVERWHELMING AMOUNT OF SUPPORT AFTER THE VIRAL VIDEO OF YOUR FAMILY CONFRONTING AND ATTACKING YOU WAS UPLOADED TO THE INTERNET. DID YOU EVER EXPECT THAT TYPE OF PUBLIC REACTION? WHAT DOES THE SUPPORT MEAN TO YOU TODAY?

Daniel: I honestly didn't expect it to get past the eighty to one hundred friends on my Facebook, but it was only a matter of hours before it started going viral. The love and support I received from the community was amazing and overwhelming in a good way. It kept me going.

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GLAAD: AFTER LOSING YOUR HOME, YOU RECEIVED HELP AND A PLACE TO STAY FROM LOST N FOUND YOUTH. NOW YOU ARE ON LNFY'S BOARD OF DIRECTORS. WHAT IS YOUR HOPE FOR THE FUTURE OF LNFY AND THE FUTURE OF LGBT HOMELESS YOUTH?

Daniel: My aunt took me in and Lost N Found provided emotional support and resources to help me get back on my feet. My hope is that we continue the momentum here in Atlanta to get kids off the street. The bottom line is to keep people talking and keep the eye on homeless youth to educate families on homeless youth. My goal with my story was to bring some light to the homeless youth issue here in Atlanta. We have to lower the statistics here in Atlanta: over seven hundred LGBTQ kids are on the streets every night. These kids are being beaten and thrown out of their homes for being LGBTQ. So, my hope is to change that part so these kids are not thrown out in the first place. My hope for Lost N Found Youth is to grow the organization to every kid that comes to us. Lost N Found takes these kids in and gives them a family they can count on.

GLAAD: NOW THAT YOU'VE OVERCOME SUCH A HUGE SETBACK IN YOUR LIFE, WHERE DO YOU GO FROM HERE? WHAT DO YOU SEE YOURSELF DOING IN THE UPCOMING YEARS?

Daniel: Life is good now! I have a wonderful partner who loves me and supports me in everything I do. I have a new full time job as a legal assistant. In the next few years, I hope to help Lost N Found grow to help decrease the number of homeless youth here in Atlanta. I will continue to go to Kennesaw State University as a business major. I hope to eventually relocate to the West Coast with my partner to start a family and continue to work in LGBTQ rights and with homeless youth.

GLAAD: HAVE YOU HAD ANY CONTACT WITH YOUR FAMILY SINCE LEAVING HOME? DO YOU WANT TO HAVE CONTACT WITH THEM?

Daniel: The only contact I have had with my family was with my grandmother. I was at the post office when she walked up to me. My only question to her was, "Why?" She was the one you first hear in the video saying that they love me, that she has known that I was gay since I was "tiny little boy," but I made the decision to be gay. She was the one who told me I must leave the house. Her response to my question was that I attacked them and that they were telling me that I was welcome to stay. It was like a kick in the stomach to hear her try to rationalize what she and her family had done to me. It was in that moment that it became reality. It no longer seemed like a dream. I just got in my car and drove away. After that incident with her, I feel that it's in my best interest for my well-being to not have a relationship with that part of my family.

GLAAD: FOR OTHER LGBT YOUTH THAT COME FROM UNACCEPTING FAMILIES, WHAT ADVICE COULD YOU GIVE THEM?

Daniel: My advice is to attend school, if possible, and find a group of friends that support you and love you. Chosen family is what will get you through this difficult time. Never give up hope. You will come out so much brighter on the other side. The road may be rocky, but keep going. Life is what you make it to be. If you have a local shelter or organization like Lost N Found, please reach out for their help. And remember that your gut feeling is normally right for any decision you make. If there are services in your area for homeless youth or youth who come from families who are not accepting of LGBTQ youth, seek counseling from them to help you mentally process what you are going through. Mental health is very important. Remember that you are loved!

question: Did Daniel ever see or talk with his family again?

answer: He only met his grandmother once at the post office.

question: What college did Daniel attend?

answer: He attended Kennesaw State University.

question: Who helped Daniel get back on his feet?

answer: His aunt took him in, and he got support from Lost N Found Youth.

question: Who is Lost N Found Youth?

answer: An Atlanta organization that helps homeless LGBT youth get off the streets, along with other services.

question: What is Daniel's advice to other LGBTQ disowned by their families?

answer: To attend school, if possible, and find a group of friends that supports them.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Daniel is interviewed regarding his experience with being an LGBTQ youth that was kicked out by his family. He describes how he was rejected by his family, how he found support in his aunt and a local organization. He goes on to describe how he re-built his life after this traumatic experience. Daniel advises other youth that may be in the same position to seek help and not lose hope.


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Aaron took the stairs two at a time up to his apartment. The leftover rain on his coat slowly dripped onto the carpeted hallways as he walked on, casually and relaxed. He breathed in deeply and smiled. Nothing like the smell of rain. It had to be one of his all-time favorite smells, along with mint leaves and sticky raspberry yogurt.

Was sticky a smell? Aaron entertained that thought long enough to admit that it was, well, a stupid thought. He was beginning to think that he was recently having one too many of those. Taking out his keys, he quietly unlocked the door, grasping the smooth metal handle carefully as he did. Trying to sneak in on Bruce was always impossible, but he always tried anyways.

He opened his door to find his roommate waiting for him. Aaron smiled, white teeth contrasting with his dark complexion. “You know, one of these times I’m gonna do it.”	Bruce, wearing his typical bored expression, simply shook his head and sat back down on the couch to resume his game. Aaron also shook his head, still grinning, as he walked into his room. Dropping his backpack with college books with a muffled thump, he plopped down on his soft bed. He could already feel the energy draining from his body. It had something to do with the bed, he figured. In another minute he would be too tired to get up for anything.

“Amanda came over,” Bruce called from the other room. “She was looking for you.”	Aaron shot straight up, suddenly full of energy again. Amanda with the great legs. Amanda the woman from 3B. Amanda, the reason he had almost taken up dancing. Amanda with the great legs.

The legs were worth mentioning twice.

“What did she say?” he asked, trying to sound uninterested. He failed miserably.

“If you are so excited, why don’t you ask her yourself?” the blond haired Caucasian answered, his attention never leaving the game.

“What makes you think I’m excited?”

Bruce looked up at him for a moment. “Maybe the fact that you practically teleported from your bed to the couch when I mentioned her name.”

Damn.

Aaron leaned back onto the couch and let out a sigh. “Is it that obvious?”

“Only to people with eyes.”

Aaron rolled his eyes. “So what did she want?” He asked once more, his curiosity beating out his pride.

“Something about wanting ‘to see the world’.”

“... And?”

Bruce looked at his friend once more. “You don’t actually think I was paying attention to her words, do you Aaron?”

"You're an ass."

"I know."

“Did you at least get your eyes off of her body long enough to know where she is right now?”

Bruce thought for a moment. “I believe she was heading back to her room. That would be the first place I would check for her.”	Aaron was almost out the door by the time his friend finished talking.

Taking the hallway down to the elevator, he pushed the arrow a few too many times. It was only after he was inside did he realize how he was acting.	“Man, get a hold of yourself,” he mumbled, his palm on his forehead, as he tried to regain some composure. “She just wants to talk, maybe she saw your game last week. Or needs help with the writing assignment.”  He paused for a moment. “Yeah, she doesn’t need your help.”

When the elevator doors opened, Aaron was once again calm and controlled, with the exception of his extremely wide eyes. The sunglasses could fix that.

He knocked on the door, then rested back on his heels, trying to look as comfortable as possible. Two seconds later, it opened.	She was wearing volleyball shorts. At this moment, Aaron was very thankful he was wearing the sunglasses. Her long, blond hair ran just to the middle of her back, and was complimented by her beautiful blue eyes. Her whole figure was, well, amazing; not a toothpick, but athletic, curvy. Even her nose was attractive, and her lips looked great, smiling and forming words...

Shit, she was saying something.

“... said that you were out.” she finished, still smiling at him in that cute way, her eyes twinkling. She had one hand resting on her hip as she leaned against the door frame, looking like a model. Aaron stopped himself before going into another embarrassing lapse of attention.

“Yeah, I just got back from class. So what’s up?” he asked. He was getting better at this.

“Actually, I was just wondering what Mr. Hassle gave in our class yesterday. I missed it ‘cause of a dentist appointment.”  Aaron looked at her for a moment, then leaned onto his heels once more.

“Yeah, I’ll bring it over after dinner if you want.”  Stay calm, stay calm.

“Thanks,” Amanda said, her smile returning even brighter. “I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, no problem. Oh, and what was that you mentioned about seeing the world, or something?”

Amanda stared at him for a moment, confusion written on her face. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” she answered slowly, still smiling.

He was gonna kill Bruce.

“You know what, don’t worry about it. I’ll see you after supper,” Aaron called as he turned toward the elevator once more. Finally, a study date with Amanda, sort of. This day just got about a million times better.

Now all he had to do was find a way to hid Bruce’s body, and the day would be perfect.

Roommates.

title: Roommates

question: Who is Amanda?

answer: Amanda is the woman from 3B.

question: Why is Aaron excited?

answer: Not explicitly stated, but it seems he is excited about the prospect of speaking to Amanda.

question: What does Amanda need?

answer: Amanda is looking for an assignment from Mr. Hassle's class yesterday that she missed because of a dentist appointment.

question: What is the narrator and Amanda's relationship?

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Aaron arrives home, and Bruce tells him that Amanda came over to the apartment looking for him. Excitedly, Aaron heads over to Amanda's apartment, where she asks him for an assignment that she missed. Aaron responds that he'll bring it to her after dinnertime.


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It had only been a few days since we had left the mainland, and only a week since the infection had been first reported. Corpses scattered across war zones, covered with the settled remnants of radioactive dust from chemical weapons had begun reacting... twitching... moving. It was only a day later that the first scientists and reporters became the first victims and the first living humans turned. From there, the destruction and rate of infection had exploded.

Within 24 hours of the firsts, reports came in of massive hordes of reanimated corpses occupying major cities... turning all that stood in their way. Several countries tried sending their armies to quell the situation, but that only worsened it. Guns only did so much to zombie armies, hundreds of thousands deep, and with large explosions from tanks and bombs, came even wider contamination due to the chemicals in the corpses being disturbed and pushed higher into the atmosphere. It had become airborne...

The only escape was to rural areas, or to the sea. I chose the latter... it was only a matter of time before even the rural areas would not be as safe as people had hoped.

"LAAAAAAND!"

An island... Those in charge had said that there we would be safe from any sort of infection. We were students and teachers. Soldiers and doctors. Men, women, and children. We were, quite possibly, one of the few hopes for maintaining the species.

"Where the hell are we?" Sgt. Reynolds barked at one of the older gentlemen who had been appointed captain of the vessel. The original captain was... well, he didn't make it. Reynolds was a former Drill Instructor and has taken to appointing himself the leader of our group. At least we had someone to tell us what to do... Most of us were so disillusioned with the situation that we could barely talk.

There were only a few dozen of us who had made it onto the ship from the harbor. It was a miracle any of us had made it off the mainland alive, and even more so considering the only food we had we were lucky enough to have recovered from the bowels of the ship. It seemed as if the original captain had been preparing to live at sea until he could come up with a plan as to how the hell he could survive in a world full of flesh devouring corpses... But food for one man only goes so far between a group.
Zombies. They were fucking zombies. All of the films and stories had done nothing more than make us lower our guard as to how real a possibility the walking dead were.

"I have no idea, but we don't have the resources to care right now."
Most everyone was on deck, now, staring at the monolithic island before us. Whether we liked it or not, it was our new home, for now anyways. I, for one, was eager to get off the ship. I had always been afraid of the emptiness of the ocean. Funny how little your fear of the unknown matters when you’re faced with fear of something much greater and much more terrifying. Still, it felt great to know I would be able to step off of that heap I considered to be my floating coffin.
Staring at the coastline, all I could see was sand, and a thick tree line leading into a lush forest. I was looking at trees I had never seen before that looked like they had been there for far longer than I could imagine. Vines and thick brush started to come into view the closer we got. And then something in the trees... Fruit! Or at least something that resembled the fruit I was familiar with! We were going to be able to survive for at least some time longer. Relief flooded my body. Relief that we were going to be ok. That I wasn't going to die at sea with no hope of survival. Relief that...

My eyes locked onto something in the underbrush as we closed in further on the island. Something reflective... but what? The relief turned to panic as I realized what I was staring at. We were being watched. Those were eyes.

I glanced around for Reynolds. We needed to be prepared that we might have company when we landed. The undead? Impossible. Not this far out, there was no way. By the time I had looked back, the eyes were no longer visible to me. Maybe I was seeing things...
"Start unloading some supplies for a reconnaissance team to check out the island and we'll see if we can find any food, shelter, or signs of intelligence on this rock." Reynolds booming voice effortlessly carried itself.

I had convinced myself that I just needed to get off of the boat when a shriek erupted from the forest. A sound like nothing I had ever heard. The sound of a screaming jet engine combined with the emotional tones of something living... something communicating. Birds flew from the canopy of the forest as we all stared silently into the mysterious interior of the island.

"It doesn't matter, we can't stay on board," Reynolds projected over the deck, already knowing what we were all silently wondering.
"Besides, nothing can really be as bad or as frightening as what we've all already seen and been through..."

None of us could have possibly known how wrong he was.

title: I'm writing a short story... well, it's turning into a long story, about zombies and dinosaurs.  I would love some feedback.

question: Who is the narrator of the story?

answer: A survivor of a zombie apocalypse scenario, they are on a ship heading to an island far away from the outbreak.

question: Where are the survivors heading?

answer: At first out to sea and away from the outbreak, and now to a seemingly deserted island.

question: What is watching the survivors from the island?

answer: It is unclear.

question: Why is Sgt. Reynolds the appointed leader?

answer: He appoints himself the leader, and this is genrally accepted.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: A group of survivors escape a zombie infested land and head out to sea only to find a seemingly deserted island and head into unknown danger.


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LEONARD DANIELS (28 November 1909 – 24 February 1998) was a British artist, teacher and administrator.

Biography

[_Women's Land Army Ditching_ (1943) (Art.IWM ART LD 2979)] Daniels was born in London and was educated at Holloway School and studied art at the Regent Street Polytechnic and attended the Royal College of Art, RCA, between 1929 and 1932. Daniels won a prize for his portrait painting in 1932 and when he graduated from the RCA he taught at the Clayesmore School in Dorset. In 1936 he moved to Taunton's School in Southampton. During World War Two, Daniels taught at the Southampton School of Art. After the school received a direct hit during a day-time air raid, which killed many staff and students, it was evacuated to Winchester. Daniels was instrumental in organising the move.[1] Daniels was a keen sportsman, but in April 1942 a fencing accident meant he temporarily lost the use of his left arm and leg and he spent over a month in hospital. The accident also meant he was deemed unfit for military service and in 1943 he was appointed Head of the Printing School at the Leeds College of Art.[2] During the war, Daniels spent time observing the work of the Women's Land Army and submitted several watercolours of their activities to the War Artists' Advisory Committee, who purchased a number of them.[3]

In 1948, Daniels was appointed principal of the Camberwell School of Arts and Crafts. At Camberwell he recruited Gilbert Spencer, who had previously taught Daniels at the RCA. Daniels became Camberwell's longest serving principal and was responsible for recruiting several leading artists to teach, part-time, at the college. Thesse included Edward Ardizzone, Claude Rogers, Victor Passmore, William Coldstream and Richard Eurich.[4] Daniels, supported by a Leverhulme bursary, spent time at the British School of Rome in 1957. Daniels was active in the National Society of Art Education and in 1965 he was elected President of the Society. Daniels retired from Camberwell in 1975, but continued to paint and, on occasion, teach part-time. Daniels died in 1998, shortly before a retrospective exhibition of his work opened at Winchester Cathedral.[5]

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title: Leonard Daniels

question: Who was Leonard Daniels?

answer: a British artist, teacher and administrator

question: Where did Leonard Daniels teach?

answer: Clayesmore School in Dorset, Taunton's School in Southampton, and Southampton School of Art

question: What medium did Leonard Daniels work in?

answer: painting and printmaking

question: What is the National Society of Art Education?

answer: the article does not answer this question

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Leonard Daniels was a British artist, teacher and administrator during the twentieth century.


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As Maroon points out in a comment, you have to say which dialect you are asking about. This answer is for Standard Chinese, aka Mandarin.

It also depends on what sort of stuff you include. Counting the distinct lines in the syllable index of the Pinyin Chinese-English Dictionary, I get 420 "lines" but this includes some very marginal stuff such as tei, kei, den, etc. This does NOT include any of the rhotacized syllables, where a suffix -er merges with the syllables and produces many distinctive syllables.

Most important, however, this figure ignores the four lexical tones of Mandarin, which is definitely not the right; tones are distinctive in Mandarin, so syllables with different tones are different syllables. The distribution of tones and syllables is skewed, however; not every syllable has all four tones. A rough approximation is about 1200 distinct syllables. Again, there will be many marginal cases.

All this does not use any sort of phonemic analysis which could perhaps reduce the number of syllables, depending on what phonological theories or notation you adopt.

So Chinese is not so syllable poor as you might expect. Japanese and Hawaiian, for example, have far fewer distinct syllables than Mandarin.

question: When was the article written?

answer: That information can't be found

question: What is the subject of the article?

answer: The number of distinct syllables that exist in Mandarin

question: Where was the article published?

answer: That information can't be found

question: How many distinct syllables does the author approximate Mandarin has?

answer: 1200

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The author presents a rough approximation of the number of distinct syllables that can be found in Mandarin.


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CLAIRE LOUISE CALVERT (born 1988) is an English ballet dancer and is a first soloist at the Royal Ballet.[1]

Early life and training

Calvert started ballet training at the age of three. She started attending The Royal Ballet School when she was eleven, where she was coached by Darcey Bussell.[2][3][4] She danced lead roles _Raymonda_ Act III and _Jabula_ on her graduation year.[5] While she was a student, she danced roles such as a swan in _Swan Lake_, a nymph in _The Sleeping Beauty_ and a snowflake in _The Nutcracker_ at The Royal Ballet.[6]

Career

Calvert graduated into The Royal Ballet in 2007. In 2009, while she was still an Artist, she made her principal role debut, as The Lilac Fairy in _The Sleeping Beauty_. She was subsequently named First Artist in 2010, Soloist in 2012 and First Soloist in 2016.[7] She has since other principal roles such as the Queen of Dryads and Mercedes in _Don Quixote_, Lescaut’s Mistress in _Manon_, Queen of the Willis in _Giselle_, Hermione in _The Winter's Tale_, Gypsy Girl in _The Two Pigeons_, Sugar Plum Fairy and Rose Fairy in _The Nutcracker_ and Mitzi Caspar in _Mayerling_ She has created roles in works including _Aeternum_ and Charlotte Edmonds’s dance film _The Indifferent Beak_ (Deloitte Ignite 14).[8][9]

Selected repertoire

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title: Claire Calvert

question: Summarize all the information relating to Claire Louise Calvert's early training.

answer: Calvert started ballet training when she was three years old. She started attending The Royal Ballet School when she was eleven. There she was coached by Darcey Brussell. She danced lead roles in her graduation year and she danced numerous roles while she was a student.

question: How old was Claire Louise Calvert when she graduated into the Royal Ballet?

answer: Calvert was 19 years old.

question: List the roles Claire Louise Calvert accomplished as principal dancer.

answer:
1. The Lilac Fairy in The Sleeping Beauty
2. Queen of the Dryads and Mercedes in Don Quixote
3. Lescaut's Mistress in Manon
4. Queen of the Willis in Gisells
5. Hermione in The Winter's Tale
6. Gypsy Girl in The Two Pigeons
7. Sugar Plum Fairy in The Nutcracker
8. Mitzi Caspar in Mayerling

question: Name the role Claire Louise Calvert created.

answer: The names of the roles are not given. They were created in Aeternum and Charlotte Edmonds' dance film, The Indifferent Break.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Claire Louise Calvert is an English ballet dancer and is a first soloist at the Royal Ballet.


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[[File:Franz Krones Ritter von Marchland.png|right|thumb|

Franz Krones

]] FRANZ KRONES RITTER VON MARCHLAND (19 November 1835, in Ungarisch-Ostrau – 17 October 1902, in Graz) was an Austrian historian.

He studied history at the University of Vienna, where from 1854 he attended classes at the Institut für Österreichische Geschichtsforschung (Institute for Austrian Historical Research). After graduation, he taught classes at the Rechtsakademie in Kaschau and at the gymnasium in Graz. In 1864 he became an associate professor, and during the following year, was named a full professor of Austrian history at the University of Graz. On two separate occasions he was dean at the university (1868/69 and 1872/73) and in 1876/77 he served as rector.[1][2]

Selected works

-   _Ungarn unter Maria Theresia und Joseph II. 1740–1790_ (1871) – Hungary under Maria Theresa and Joseph II, 1740–1790.
-   _Handbuch der Geschichte Österreichs von der ältesten bis zur neuesten Zeit_ (5 volumes, 1876–79) – Handbook of Austrian history from the oldest to most recent time.
-   _Zur Geschichte des deutschen Volksthums im Karpatenlande_, 1878 – On the history of German people in the Carpathian Mountains.
-   _Grundriß der Oesterreichischen Geschichte mit besonderer Rücksicht auf Quellen- und Literaturkunde_, 1882 – Outline of Austrian history with special reference to sources and literature.
-   _Geschichte der Karl Franzens-Universität in Graz_, 1886 – History of Karl Franzens University in Graz.
-   _Die deutsche Besiedlung der östlichen Alpenlan̈der insbesondere Steiermarks, Kärntens und Krains, nach ihrin geschichtlichen und örtlichen Verhältnissen_, 1889 – The German settlements of the eastern Alps, etc.
-   _Feldmarschall Radetzky. Ein Lebensbild_, 1891 – Joseph Radetzky von Radetz, a biography.
-   _Verfassung und Verwaltung der Mark und des Herzogthums Steier von ihren Anfängen bis zur Herrschaft der Habsburger_, 1897 – Constitution and administration of the Mark and the Duchy of Styria from its beginnings to the rule of the Habsburgs.
-   _Landesfürst, Behörden und Stände des Herzogthums Steier. 1283–1411_ (1900) – Local rulers, authorities and estates of the Duchy of Styria, 1283–1411.
-   _Oesterreichische geschichte_ (with Karl Uhlirz; 2 volumes, 1906) – Austrian history.[3][4]

He was the author of 172 biographies in the _Allgemeine Deutsche Biographie_.[5]

[1] Krones Ritter von Marchland (seit 1879), Franz at Neue Deutsche Biographie

[2] BLKÖ:Krones, Franz Biographisches Lexikon des Kaiserthums Oesterreich

[3] Franz Krones de.Wikisource (bibliography)

[4] [https://catalog.hathitrust.org/Search/Home?lookfor=%22Krones,FranzXaver%22&type=author&inst= HathiTrust Digital Library] (published works)

[5] Kategorie:ADB:Autor:Franz von Krones at Allgemeine Deutsche Biographie

title: Franz Krones

question: Who was Franz Jones?

answer: A historian.

question: Where was he from?

answer: Austria.

question: What did he study at the University of Vienna?

answer: History.

question: Where was he a professor?

answer: The University of Graz.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Franz Jones (1835-1902) was an Austrian Historian. He studied history at the University of Vienna, then went on to attend classes at the Institut für Österreichische Geschichtsforschung (Institute for Austrian Historical Research). He taught in a couple different places before becoming an associate professor-and then, a full-time faculty member-at the University of Graz. He also served as dean and rector at different points during his tenure.