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California conservatives have hit back at a proposed bill that would impose harsher sentences on people performing gay ‘cure’ therapy, saying that the bill would lead to a ban on the Bible.

On April 18 the California Assembly voted to support harsher penalties for those performing gay conversion therapy in the state, opting to treat the treatment as a form of consumer fraud.

Bill AB-2943, which was greenlit by state lawmakers on Wednesday, would build on the existing policies to introduce a possible conviction under state law for gay ‘cure’ practitioners.

Performing gay cure therapy on minors is already is illegal in ten US states and counting, as well as Switzerland, Malta, Taiwan, two Canadian provinces, and the Australian state of Victoria.

If enacted, California would join Illinois and Connecticut in explicitly making ‘conversion therapy’ subject to consumer protection laws.

Gay ‘cure’ therapy has been widely debunked by multiple major medical organisations around the world.

Travis Allen — a member of the California Assembly and Republican candidate for Governor — recently hit back at the state’s proposed bill, explicitly saying that it would ban the Bible in California.

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In an interview with conservative cable news channel One America News, Allen said: “According to how this law is written, yes, it would.”

“This is, you know, PC culture, politically correct culture, gone horribly awry.

“This is really directly hitting at our First Amendment rights as American citizens.”

RELATED: REPUBLICAN LAWMAKER CLAIMS OUTLAWING GAY CURE THERAPY WOULD ALSO BAN JESUS

The interview quickly went viral, prompting conspiracy-debunking website Snopes to challenge the idea, rating it as “false.”

Despite the lack of evidence for the claim that the anti-gay cure therapy bill would ban any religious texts, many other conservatives have hit out at the bill.

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Anti-LGBT law group Alliance Defending Freedom, which has been at the forefront of the evangelical fight against gay sex, issued a memo March 8 stating that the bill was an attack on free speech.

The memo reads: “At its core, AB 2943 outlaws speech, whether offered by a licensed counsellor, a best-selling author, or even a minister or religious leader.

“It targets a specific message — that an adult who is experiencing unwanted same-sex attraction or gender identity confusion can find help to address those issues — for censorship.”

Although the memo did not specifically say that the Bible itself would be threatened, it did state that bookshops would be banned from selling texts that “challenged gender identity ideology.”

“A bookstore (including online bookstores like Amazon) could not sell many recently published books challenging gender identity ideology and advocating that these beliefs should be rejected by society,” said the Alliance Defending Freedom memo.

RELATED: UK GOVERNMENT FINALLY PREPARING TO ‘END THE PRACTICE’ OF GAY AND TRANSGENDER CURE THERAPY

There is no part of the bill that would prevent the sale of religious texts or other books.

The bill, submitted by out lawmaker Evan Low, would amend the section of the existing Civil Code section on fraud which deals with “unfair or deceptive acts or practices” – such as financial misrepresentation, false commercial claims and deliberate misselling to consumers – to include a prohibition on “advertising, offering to engage in, or engaging in sexual orientation change efforts with an individual”.

On April 19 the bill passed by a vote of 50 to 18 and will now head to the California State Senate for consideration.

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(Dr Christian Jessen investigated gay ‘cure’ therapy as part of the documentary “Cure me, I’m gay.” Photo: Channel 4)
Evan Low, Chair of the LGBT Legislative Caucus, said: “Study after study has shown that ‘conversion therapy’ is ineffective, damaging, and counterproductive.

“It is our duty to protect Californians from such deceptive practices that will expose them to physical and emotional harm.”

HRC National Field Director Marty Rouse said: “Today, California legislators rightfully declared that so-called ‘conversion therapy’ is a complete sham and those who offer this deceptive and dangerous practice must be held accountable.

“California was the first state to protect minors from being subjected to conversion therapy by state-licensed health care providers, and today’s vote is an important step to protecting all LGBTQ people from this debunked practice.

“We thank the assembly members who voted in favour of AB 2943 and urge the Senate to swiftly advance the bill to Governor Jerry Brown’s desk.”

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Connecticut, California, Nevada, New Jersey, the District of Columbia, Oregon, Illinois, Vermont, New Mexico, Rhode Island, and Washington all have laws protecting youth from gay ‘cure’ therapy, while bills are pending in a string of other states.

question: Summarize Travis Allen's opinions.

answer: Travis Allen is a member of the California Assembly and a Republican candidate for Governor. He believes that the bill would ban the Bible in California. He also believes that the bill is an attack on free speech.

critique: The answer should mention that the bill does not ban the Bible.

text: It's omitted that Allen sees it as "PC culture" gone awry.

question: Summarize what the bill does.

answer: If enacted, the bill would make conversion therapy for minors subject to consumer protections laws.

critique: The answer should mention that the bill would also ban the Bible.

question: What does the text say about books?

answer: The text mentions that Alliance Defending Freedom issued a memo that stated that the bill was an attack on free speech. The memo also says that bookshops would be banned from selling texts that "challenged gender identity ideology". However, there is no part of the bill that would prevent the sale of religious texts or other books.

critique: The answer should mention that the books in question are not religious texts.

question: What does the text say about the federal government's opinion on the bill?

answer: No answer

critique: The text does not have any information on the federal government's opinion on the bill.

critique: There is no mention of the federal government's opinion of the bill in the text.


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[Gunmen attacked the Mar Mina Church in Cairo on Friday. Experts believe the assault to be the work of the Islamic State.]

Credit...Amr Abdallah Dalsh/Reuters

-   Dec. 29, 2017

CAIRO — At least nine people were killed when gunmen opened fire on a Coptic Orthodox Church in Cairo on Friday, a church spokesman said, in the latest in a series of attacks on Egypt’s Christian minority.

The assault targeted the Mar Mina Church in the southern Cairo neighborhood of Helwan. At least one gunman was killed by the police, the spokesman, Boules Haliem, said by telephone.

“He did not manage to get in,” Mr. Haliem said of the gunman. Worshipers were attacked as they were leaving the church, he said, and at least eight were killed, along with one police officer. Eight more worshipers and a police officer were wounded.

“The church was full,” Mr. Haliem said. “They were attending Mass.” Photographs showed several bullet holes in the facade of the church.

Two of the wounded were in critical condition, he said.

Coptic Christians make up about 10 percent of Egypt’s population of 96 million. This was not the first deadly assault on Christian worshipers in Cairo, but the capital is not accustomed to this sort of attack on civilians.

The Islamic State extremist group claimed responsibility for the attack in a statement that was circulated on the messaging app Telegram. The statement said that 10 people had been killed, and it described the victims as “crusaders” and “apostates.” The statement also said that one of the attackers had been killed.

The assault came just over a month after Egypt’s deadliest terror attack, in which more than 300 Sufi Muslims were killed at a mosque in the Sinai Peninsula, as the militant group steps up its campaign of violence against Egypt’s minorities.

The Islamic State declared its intention to attack Egyptian Christians last year as it seeks a stronger foothold in Egypt after defeats in Syria and Iraq. It has since killed more than 100 Egyptian Copts by bombing churches and attacking buses carrying pilgrims.

Image[Egyptian police officers inspecting the site of the attack on Friday.]

Credit...Samer Abdallah/Agence France-Presse — Getty Images

The group already had a strong presence in the northern half of the Sinai Peninsula, where it has been targeting police and military installations.

Militant attacks increased in Egypt after the military overthrew the country’s first democratically elected president, Mohamed Morsi of the Muslim Brotherhood, in 2013, and cracked down on his supporters and dissidents of all stripes.

The shooting on Friday is likely to rattle the government of President Abdel Fattah el-Sisi. To many, the assault is a disturbing reminder of the militants’ expanding activity in mainland Egypt.

Egyptian state media also reported the death of a gunman, and added that another assailant — a gunman who also had a homemade bomb with him — was arrested later in the day.

The second man, who was riding a motorcycle, was armed with an automatic rifle, and the police were said to have restrained him just before he tried to throw the bomb into the church.

It remains unclear exactly how many assailants were involved. Officials gave conflicting accounts, with some saying that three men were involved and others calling it a lone wolf assault.

Separately on Friday, a gunman killed two people at an appliance shop in Helwan owned by a Coptic Christian, Mr. Haliem said.

The Egyptian Interior Ministry, which is in charge of the police, said in a statement that one man had been responsible for the slaughter on Friday. The man was in custody, the ministry said, describing him as “one of the most prominent active terrorist elements” in the country.

A spokesman for the Egyptian police could not be immediately reached for clarification.

This month, Islamic State militants attacked an airport in Sinai during a visit by the country’s defense and interior ministers. The ministers were unharmed, but one military officer was killed.

President Trump called Mr. Sisi on Friday to offer his condolences, the Egyptian president’s office said in a statement. During the call, Mr. Trump “stressed the need to coordinate international efforts in order to combat terrorism,” Mr. Sisi’s office said.

question: Why is the Islamic State stepping up operations in Egypt?

answer: It is seeking a stronger foothold in Egypt after defeats in Syria and Iraq.

critique: The answer should mention the group's declared intention to attack Egyptian Christians.

critique: The answer should mention that the Islamic State is also targeting Egypt's minorities.

critique: The answer should mention that the Islamic State is also targeting Christians.

critique: After defeats in Syria and Iraq, it's not clear that they would be seeking a foothold in Egypt.

question: What groups is the Islamic State targeting?

answer: Egyptian Christians, Sufi Muslims, police and military installations.

critique: The answer should clarify that the Islamic State is targeting Egyptian Christians and Sufi Muslims.

critique: The police and military installations are not targeted groups.

critique: Doesn't mention that they are also targeting civilians.

critique: The article does not mention the Islamic State targeting police and military installations.

critique: The answer should mention the Coptic Orthodox Church.

critique: The police and military installations are not targeted specifically.

critique: The response is missing the second group of people the Islamic State is targeting.

question: Where did the Islamic State choose to attack the Copts?

answer: They picked a church.

critique: The answer should mention the name of the church.

question: How many people were effected by the terrorist attack?

answer: At least nine people were killed and eight were wounded.

critique: The answer should mention the number of attackers.


text:
"Guys, I think we need to think about the Christmas lunch. I know a lot of you are attached to the gift exchange, but I think this year we should try something new. It's called charity." Diane opened her arms like a basket overflowing and there was a long pause as everyone in the group simultaneously choked puke back down their throats. "I think we should buy gifts for a needy family instead of exchanging them with each other."

"That's a great idea, Diane. But maybe we should just do our charity on our own. A lot of us like the gift exchange." Tim said, fighting back the anger at the idea of being made to give to charity. Tim was a conservative in the sense that he conserved most of his emotions for blowing way the fuck up at small slights he felt were forced on him.

"Tim, Christmas is about giving - not taking. Why don't we go the extra mile here and -" But Diane was cut off mid sentence by

Jessica! "Christmas? Christmas? Is this 1960? Are we on the set of Mad Men? Please don't use that word to describe our seasonal exchange of peace! It's called 'The Holidays' or 'Seasonal Party'. Christmas? I don't believe you, Diane. I thought you were more informed than that. George is Jewish. Talia is Islamic. And Ruth is that one where they don't believe in holidays..."

"Jehovah's Witness." Ruth said.

"What about my rights? I'm Christian and I don't like you people taking the Christ out of the holiday." Glenda chimed in.

"You people?" Michael X asked.

"The bible is my favorite book, and I think we should all take a note from Joh -"

"Which version?"

"Version of what?"

"Which version of the bible?" Stan was upset.

"King James."

Stan made a fart noise. "Please."

"You know there's many books of the bible, not just the -"

"Bah, you're Mormon."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I heard Mormons believe in a monster God that flew to Earth in a 747!"

"That's Scientologists!"

"They're all crazy!"

"I'm a Scientologist!"

"Yeah, and you're crazy."

"STOP!" Diane yelled. "Look, I thought maybe you all would like to join in a charitable effort. But I guess not. I guess..." She began weeping. "I guess you're all too enamored in your own beliefs to believe in the one belief we all hold true - love."

Stan made the farting noise again.

"Why don't we have a potluck?"

"Is that some Indian thing?"

"They're called Native Americans!"

"Not if their Indian. Like from India, you fuckhead."

"Fuck you, I don't want a potluck. This isn't Kwanza. It's Christmas!"

"What's wrong with Kwanza?"

"Nothing, it's just a made-up holiday."

"So is Christmas."

"Oh, you would say that, you helped kill Christ afterall you stinking -"

"STOP IT! STOP! We need to pull together." It was Tim this time. He was crying. But not out of sadness for our souls, but out of pure rage. "I will NOT be forced to give to charity. Or vote for Obama. Or wash my hands EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I. USE. THE. BATHROOM!"

Everyone stopped and looked around at each other and then at Tim. "You don't always wash your hands? Gross." Diane made a face. She had stopped weeping and found a new charity - the one where you give ridicule. "Tim doesn't wash his hands!"

Everyone started laughing.

I looked around and there was a general sense of togetherness, something that religions, charities, and politicians cannot put together. Something stronger. Something beautiful. It was the act of not being the person being made fun of.

Tim looked around the room and finding no clear target for his rage, decided to punch the coffee maker and then he stormed out as laughter followed him down the halls.

Finally, the room composed itself and Diane began again. "OK. I'm not feeling a lot of love for the charity. So, let's go ahead and just do our gift exchange, at a restaurant, like usual." She smiled at the group.

"What restaurant?"

And with that, chaos ensued. Employees shot from their chairs and grabbed whatever was nearby and began pummeling their neighbor.

"Outback!"

"Red Robin!"

"Ninos!"

...were the battle cries that day. I hid under a desk and watched Diane use a letter opener to stab Jane in the ear repeatedly. The idea of charity was long gone and she only craved the sound of metal plunging into brain.

Jon was trying to fit Harry down the garbage chute, Becka was strangling Don with a phone cord, Thom was in the corner raping a fern for reasons unknown...

The battle went on and I was able to ride it out under my desk smoking cigarettes and drinking mini bottles of Rum that I had received at the last Peace in the Middle East and End Smoking lunch.

Finally, a champion appeared. It was Ruth. She was dragging Michael X's body on a cross she had made from the cubicle uprights. The rest of the employees were dead, dying, or too injured to protest when Ruth, bloodied, stood on her desk and proclaimed "We shall have a white elephant gift exchange. At Denny's. We will call it a Seasonal Party. We will wear ugly...ugly...sweaters..." and then she gasped and fell to the ground dead.

The only sound was Thom continuing to have sex with a fern.

I slowly walked out. I was the only survivor of the Seasonal Party discussion. It was 1996. Hallmark headquarters.

title: [hm] Seasonal Party

question: What is the message that the writer wanted to convey in this satirical work?

answer: The message is that in order for society to thrive, people need to pull the weight of their beliefs to create unity, which is money, love, and politics.

critique: "The message is that in order for society to thrive, people need to pull the weight of their beliefs to create unity, which is money, love, and politics." - this is inaccurate and should be deleted.

critique: "The message is that in order for society to thrive, people need to pull the weight of their beliefs to create unity" - is incorrect. The message the writer wanted to convey is that "Christmas is about giving - not taking" and to do something to change the gift-exchange tradition. Substitute or add this part of the answer.

critique: "The message is that in order for society to thrive, people need to pull the weight of their beliefs to create unity, which is money, love, and politics." - this is incorrect. The message is that people can't be forced to do things they don't want to do.

critique: The answer is confusing and nonsensical.


text:
I think that people are inherently good. I strongly believe in the Golden Rule. I treat others as I would like to be treated: Holding doors open for those that I sense would have trouble. Giving up my seat to those that look as though they might need it: men, women, and the elderly. Being considerate! Saying thank you, and you're welcome! Thinking of others before myself. Writing "thank you" letters when appropriate. Not being mean to animals (perhaps excluding snakes and spiders unless they keep to themselves). I had always helped, and it felt good. But slowly, I began to notice things were changing. I still wanted to help others, but it was getting more difficult as I was passing the 3/4 of a century mark. I would tell my friends (just kidding) that I couldn't associate with people that old. When did I get this old? I have children over 50 and grandchildren over 20. Has society changed? Are its members less caring? I have heard this.

I went to a take-out pizza establishment last week. Going in, I held open the door for a young lady who said "thank you", and when I entered, she insisted that I order before she did. The place was busy with little space to stand. When I picked up my order, I had to squeeze my way to the door as there was not much room, and I was having some trouble walking. As I got to the door, it opened. Automatic I thought. I looked down to find a boy of about ten holding it for me and smiling. "Did I look that feeble?" I thought. I said thank you, and he was smiling as he said "your welcome." No one had told him to do it. He was on his own. I think it made him feel good! Someone had taught him manners. It feels good to help others.

Another pizza place I go to has a flight of stairs to overcome. Going up is not a problem, but going down with a pizza in hand is. One of the young employees asked if she could help. I said "sure". I went ahead, got in the car, and she handed it through the car window to me, all-the-while sporting a wide grin. Thanks, I said. You are welcome, she replied. Every time I get pizza and she is working, she immediately says "I'll give it to you through the window." I think it makes her feel as good as it does me!

When I go to the grocery store, I buy 2-3 weeks of food because I don't know when I will have the energy again(pain when walking, but getting better). The box boys or girls will always ask if they can empty the shopping cart for me. Then they bag the groceries and ask if they can help me load them into the car. I always ask them if they can go home with me and unload them and put them away too. They smile, we joke. I ask them if they are still in school and where they are attending. They are always friendly. I say thank you and they say "you're welcome".

When did I get old? I stopped playing competitive softball at 70 due to some injuries, but I received a call from one of my softball friends saying that he is forming an 80-year old competitive team and would like me to play on the team. It was nice of him to ask, and I do think he meant it. As soon as I get rid of my pain, I will start slowly working out again. My mind says yes, but my body isn't so sure. I am "bird-walking"----getting off the subject now, so must get back on point.

I had an appointment with a pain clinic. I knew the area well but had never seen the medical office. I had the address, but could not find any numbers on the buildings. My car does not have GPS(2002 model), and I was ten minutes late for the meeting. I had to park across the street in a dirt parking lot. The street had moderate traffic, but I managed to get across. The curb must have been at least 18-24 inches high. It seemed like an insurmountable wall, but by holding on to the front of a parked car, I managed to get up. Now there were four steps to climb and a heavy door to open. At the top of the stairs was a man of about 35 years old. He had tattoos on his arms and neck, and smiled at me and politely opened the door. I said thanks. I was told that other patients would have to be seen before me, and the wait might be an hour or more. I decided not to wait. I would go to the car, call my private doctor, tell him my pain situation and see if he would give me a shot for the it.

As I left the pain center, the tattooed man stood at the base of the steps. He smiled again and asked me if I needed any help. Was he waiting for me to leave so he might mug me? I wobbled down the 4 steps and said no thank you, my car is just across the street. He said, "You don't look as though you can go that far". "If you give me your keys, I will go over and get it for you." I thought, "Sure, then you will drive the car away." My car was a 15-year old Hyundai SUV. I didn't trust him even though he had opened a door for me and smiled at the same time. Surely, he had devious intentions. "This doesn't look good," I thought. So, I said, "I can make it." He backed off but watched as I tried to negotiate the 18 in curb. There was no car for me to grab for balance. He began to approach me again, and I began to sweat. There was no one else nearby. He put one arm around my waist and proceeded to lift me off the ground. Then, oh so gently, moved me off the curb and onto the street 18 inches below. "I hope this helps," he said with a smile. "I'll watch as you cross the street", he said still smiling. I felt bad that I had jumped to conclusions and again said "thanks".

I called my doctor whose office was 10 minutes away. His nurse told me that the doctor said to come in, and he wanted to know if she could give me the shot. I said that would be fine, but I will have a lot of trouble getting out of the car much less getting around to the office as the parking was in the back. He worked from the house that he had turned into his office. He was the only doctor that worked there. I had known him and his nurse for 25 years. She was cute and always in a good mood. She came to the back, needle in hand, had me open the driver's side door, had me pull one side of my pants down an inch exposing my left hip, and with great joy jammed the needle in it.

"This doesn't look good!," I said smiling. "People might get the wrong idea!" She laughed, I smiled. This didn't look good, but neither did the fellow with the tattoo. This was all about people that I had met recently and the good that they had done, and how it feels to help others.

title: [MF] THIS DOESN'T LOOK GOOD...

question: Summarize the kind acts people perform for the narrator.

answer: At the pizza joint last week, the cashier let the narrator go before her and held the door open for her at the exit. Recently, at another pizza place, an employee asked to help bring the food to the narrator's car. At the grocery store, when the narrator is having trouble standing up and putting away groceries, the boys and girls of box would always ask to help. At his pain clinic, a young man with tattoos let him skip the line and held the door for him.

critique: It's omitted that the narrator's friends also help him.

critique: The narrator's pain clinic visit is irrelevant

critique: "another pizza place, an employee asked to help bring the food to the narrator's car." is incorrect.

critique: The answer omits that he's been helped by a man at the pain clinic.

critique: Does not mention the little boy who let the narrator use the door with a smile.

critique: The response could include a few more details.

critique: The narrator went to a takeout pizza place that had a flight of stairs, and one of the workers asked if she could help the narrator bring his food to the car. The response should reflect this occurrence.

critique: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

critique: It's not the boy with the tattoos who holds the door for the narrator, but a man at the pain clinic; the response should reflect this.

critique: "Watching as I cross the street", and carrying her up is more helpful than the other acts

question: What does the story say about what the narrator thinks of himself?

answer: The narrator thinks of himself as a good person who treats others as his friends with courtesy. He is someone who thinks himself as something of a role model to younger people because of what he thinks of kindness.

critique: He thinks of kindness as the "Golden Rule." He feels others are less good than he is.

critique: There is no evidence that the narrator thinks of himself as a role model to younger people.

critique: The narrator thinks of himself as a good person who treats others as his friends with courtesy.

critique: The narrator is not thinking of himself as a role model to younger people, he is just saying that he thinks of himself as a good person.

critique: It's clear that he considers himself a good person, but his self-image extends to his children and grandchildren as well.

critique: "He is someone who thinks himself as something of a role model to younger people because of what he thinks of kindness." - this never happens in the story.

critique: The narrator is not a role model to younger people.

critique: The narrator doesn't think of himself as a role model.

critique: "The narrator thinks of himself as a good person who treats others as his friends with courtesy." - this is inaccurate. The narrator believes in the golden rule. He treats others as they would want to be treated. This statement is also inaccurate because he is not necessarily someone who thinks himself as something of a role model to younger people.

critique: The narrator is not the "old man" in this story.

critique: The narrator is not someone who thinks himself as something of a role model to younger people.

question: Summarize the events of the story that relate to its title.

answer: The story opens with the narrator looking on the bright side of life and the good in human nature. There are a few instances where he places himself in dangerous situations and relies on the kindness of strangers to get him out. He shuffles across a busy road unaided and relies on the kindness of a random stranger to help him up the steps. He also gets a shot at a doctor's office, but asks the nurse to give him the shot while in the privacy of his car. All this might lead the reader to believe that the narrator is expecting help from others.

critique: The narrator's car is not mentioned in the story.

critique: The narrator is not expecting help from others.

critique: This answer is not related to the title and is a summary of the passage.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: The story does not open with the narrator looking on the bright side of life and the good in human nature.

critique: The response should include details from the story.

critique: Walking is not the same as unaided climbing.

critique: The second sentence is completely inaccurate and should be omitted.

critique: The title doesn't explicitly say anything about the narrator expecting help from others.

critique: The last sentence is not a part of the story.

critique: The response misses to mention that the narrator is also relying on the kindness of strangers to help him with his groceries.

text:
The narrator is upbeat about the kindness of humans and highlights examples where people have come to his aid, even when he was skeptical. The narrator acknowledged that acts of kindness sometimes can look a bit weird and inappropriate when looked at from outside.

The response did not highlight accurately those uncomfortable moments that could be misunderstood by strangers.

category: accuracy

question: What does the story say about the cause of the narrator's pain?

answer: No answer

critique: There is not enough information to specify that the narrator is in pain or where the pain is.

critique: No answer is given because the pain is not stated in the text.

critique: The story implies the narrator has arthritis.

critique: The answer is not relevant to the question.

critique: It's omitted that the narrator has a pain issue.

text: He got old. The response failed to highlight that.


text:
“Where were you last night?” Max peered over my Economics textbook. He had a look of anticipation, as if he was waiting for some pain relieving gossip.

“I was home,” I responded innocently before he rolled his eyes at me. “Now, don’t bother me, I’m trying to focus.” Although normally I would use anything to distract me from school, I wasn’t about to involve Max in last night’s mess.

“Are you expecting me to believe you weren’t at Nina’s party?” He raised his eyebrows at me. I didn’t know what I was expecting. Frankly, no expectation in the world would have prepared me well enough. But I wanted to be there for Nina like she had for me. Perhaps I couldn’t fix her parent’s divorce, but I could at least attend her house party. Especially after her break up with Todd, the leather jacket douche that called her “babe” so much I would wonder if he knew her real name.

“I promise you’ll have a great time,” Nina had told me. And at first, I really did. There is something comforting about the stagnant smell of beer penetrating every fiber of clothing and hair follicle. Something nostalgic about repetitive rap songs preaching about the wonders of big asses.

Everything seemed normal at first. The music was pounding loudly and the dim lights carried shadows across the cramped living room. I could feel the air thickening.

Minutes before terror, I was standing unnoticed next to a group of girls I recognized.

“Someone told me her dad was abusive,” I heard one say with wide eyes.

“Yeah, apparently the neighbors called the cops on them,” another responded.

“Well, I wouldn’t point fingers just yet. Nina’s mom’s a bitch. Maybe she deserved it,” a brunette shrugged and took a sip of her drink right before our eyes met. Her face flared red as she realized her words had been overhead. I clenched my fists in rage.

“How about you all mind your own–”. My response was cut short by a piercing scream. I quickly stood up in alert. The room became still. The music stopped and those still standing looked at one another with puzzled looks. The source was nowhere to be seen. It came again, this time along with a cry. I recognized Nina immediately. I pushed my way across the living room and ran up the stairs before barging into Nina’s bedroom.

I noticed him first. His leather jacket shimmered in the moonlight as he stood tall and angry. A millisecond later, I spotted Nina on the floor. Hands covering her face in defense. The lack of light in the room didn’t stop the fierceness of her blood as it dripped down her temple and into her hair.

I stood still. My brain called in fear but my body made no response. Not even when Todd walked passed me, into the hallway and shut the door behind him.

Nina remained on the floor. She held herself and rocked back and forth, letting silent cries out into the thick air.

“Don’t tell anyone.” She whispered.

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“Hello?” Max snapped at me. “Are you going to tell me or not?” I stared at him blankly as the vivid flashbacks flew through my head. My heart stung in bitterness as I recognized that all I wanted to do was say it. To write it out in sharpie on all student lockers.

Nina’s bloody face burned in my head. “There’s nothing to tell.”

title: [RF] Last Night Leftovers

question: What does the passage say about Todd?

answer: Todd is Nina's ex-boyfriend. After months of immersing himself in his relationship with Nina, he left her the day before he landed her a nice, solid punch to the face.

critique: The response is inaccurate. Todd did not punch Nina.

critique: Todd is not Nina's ex-boyfriend. He is her ex-boyfriend.

critique: Heroine Nina's full name, Todd's punching reflex, or the fact that he left Nina prior to the ex would be better mentions.

text: It would be better to omit "he left her the day before", as it's not clear when the breakup between Nina and Todd occurred.

question: What does the passage say about Nina's parents?

answer: Nina was having a party after her parents' divorce. Nina's father is abusive and he got in a fight with the police once.

critique: Nina's father is never mentioned as abusive.

critique: The response inaccurately mentions that Nina's father got in a fight with the police.

critique: This is not likely and should be omitted.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

text: It's false that Nina's father got in a fight with the police. This should be omitted.

question: What does the passage say about domestic abuse?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention the gossip about Nina's family.

critique: The response misses to mention that the story mentions domestic abuse.

text: The story mentions domestic abuse without using the word explicitly, so this answer is false. It should mention something like how the passage shows Nina is a victim of domestic abuse from Todd.

question: What does the passage say about prom?

answer: No answer

critique: There is no mention of prom in the text.


text:
Champagne, chardonnay and second-rate vodka. The descent into Vanity Heights was a perfect contradiction. Darcy’s den was full of promises. The promises of allure, freedom, revelry. The promises of power and powder, regret, addiction. But the promise that Vanity Heights fulfilled best was not Darcy’s own. It was the promise flashed upon the television, upon the computer screen, canonised on the glossed pages of magazines. The expectations of how teenager life should be; the expectations, up until this night, crushed by education and responsibility. This was the promise that led Darcy’s guests down the stairs. Down the stairs into Vanity Heights.

The house had transformed into a delinquent ballroom. The girls dropped as low as their heels would allow; their men watched through the haze. Darcy was a dragon. A pink dragon, breathing about the toxic smoke of his habit. He was perched upon his barstool throne, positioned strategically in the centre of the room, when she arrived.
“Celeste!” he exclaimed, prancing over to her, a stick of addiction in one hand and a glass of hobby in the other. She gave a long hug, a short conversation and an expected question. With a customary smile, Darcy gave to her an expected bottle of answer.

The party raved on, yet the revelry was muted by the brick wall that barricaded Celeste from the action. The rhythmic dripping of the basin tap was the only music Celeste had, yet she chose to reapply her face instead of dancing. She wanted to dance, though, and she knew Darcy would be waiting for her, so she rushed through her routine. She clasped onto her 50mL glass friend, already thrice-used, even though she had been in the bathroom only five minutes.
        The drink was downed within seconds of being poured; the liquid sunk to her stomach. She could feel the warm tendrils, cooing words of friendship, branching through her chest, her stomach and finally, finally, back up to drown her mind; pulling her further from the world and closer to her weekend friends.
        Six doses later, to finish the bottle, and she was ready to join them.

No one ever really knew why she was there. Good school, great grades, aspirations of business and law. Nevertheless, she was soon jiving and twisting and dropping on the floor, with Darcy and other men: around them and in their laps; their hands hoping to get in hers.  Her beholder lay seemingly dormant in her stomach; though its dark tendrils were tightening, strengthening their grip on Celeste, controlling her like a puppet with tangled strings. She thought the overseer a friend, a protector, but her body knew better.

Celeste mapped her escape as soon as she felt it. Up the stairs, out of Vanity Heights, past the kitchen, into the garden bed just by the backdoor. She pushed through the crowd. Darcy saw her leave; he knew why, but he didn’t follow.  He never did. By the time she reached the stairs, the beast had revealed itself. A kraken, furious as red, limbs thrashing about inside of her, fighting desperately for an escape. Tentacles of fear, doubt, regret, disappointment.
‘No,’ she thought once more, ‘I shouldn’t be disappointed.’ She knew she wasn't wasting her life; she was just having a little to drink. She wasn’t reckless and irresponsible; she was just a normal teenager. She was just having fun, she has earned it, she would stop after tonight, leave her alone. Her stomach was having none of that, though. She made a mistake by trying to fly the stairs two at a time. Her feet tangled and she fell, the first wave of expel surging from her, onto the steps above.

Whilst the beast had once been considered friend, it had no more. It escaped her again, covering her hair, clothes, face. She tried to pull herself further up the stairs, but the sickly purple tentacles constricted about her and dragged her down; down, down, down, back into Vanity Heights.
‘Vile guardian’, she cried, ‘noxious saviour, foul beast, nefarious raper; first friend, now foe. Always, foe’.
The stench accompanying her disgrace engulfed her wholly, yet the contents of her stomach continued to emerge, again and again, onto the step where her head now resigned to lay.
‘Never again,’ she sobbed, she promised to herself, her parents, her schoolwork.
‘Never again,’ she promised, but Celeste’s promises were made to be broken and it was already too late. She lay shattered upon the stair case, empress turned peasant; her knight in glass armour had left her and once more she had nothing. The world around her spun, and sank, and faded to black.

title: Vanity Heights

question: Describe Celeste in action.

answer: She attends a party with Darcy, who is a friend of hers. At the party, she drinks a lot and becomes intoxicated. She has a bottle of alcohol, and uses it to cover her track as she leaves the party to vomit. She falls, and the vomit turns into a pool around her.

critique: The answer should mention Celeste's high grades and ambition.

critique: The answer should mention that Celeste is a high achiever.

critique: The answer should mention that Celeste is a high-achieving student.

critique: Unnecessary use of the word "vomit;" the "track" instead of "staircase," no need to use twice in the same sentence.

critique: The answer omits the important detail of Celeste's death.

question: Why did Celeste leave the ballroom so quickly?

answer: She was feeling guilty after suffering through the excesses of drinking or he couldn't handle it anymore.

critique: There is no evidence to suggest that Celeste was feeling guilty.

critique: Celeste doesn't feel guilty before alcohol kills her. She's desperate for her life.

question: How would Celeste's life be if she had no regret about enjoying herself and did not care for the beast?

answer: No answer


text:
A short story by Corbin Willmorth

I am writing this down now.

 I know this might sound bad out of context, but I think I have found a new look on how I view life. I mean that I am happy. Like, truly happy. It is all because of this tea that I drank. It is made up Chacruna Leaves and Syrian Rue.

Anyway, I drank this tea, which honestly tasted like shit and made me wanna throw up for the first 30 minutes, and after about 45 or so minutes I started to laugh. I started laughing about fucking everything! I laughed about how huge my pupils were, I laughed at how small my hand looked, I laughed at the movie I was watching (it was the onion movie for those who were wondering), and I laughed at myself. I realized in that moment that I was happy. I was completely shocked at how happy I was. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized I was smiling. SMILING! This was the first time in literally a whole year that I had seen myself genuinely smile.

I’m gonna get real here for a moment. I’ve had an incredibly shitty year. Literally since day one of 2018. On January 1st, I lost a very dear loved one. My grandma, to get into the spacifics. I lost my mother at a very young age, and most my contact with her family, and my grandmother became my new mother figure. I was always honest, sharing my feelings with her and telling her everything. There are so many things I wish I should have told her. When she died I went into this very deep depression. I pushed away my friends and I just stayed in bed and cried. I just wanted to die and make my feelings go away. It was fucking miserable. I can’t even describe it completely. It was the suckiest of suck I have felt in my life.

And then, I moved. I moved 200 miles away from my hometown of Snoqualmie, Washington, a town just 40 miles west of Seattle, to Chewelah, Washington, a small town 80 miles north of Spokane. I moved away from all my friends and family, and it made me even sadder. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any suckier, it did.

However, drinking that tea made me realize how much I worried too much. I worried too much about what other people thought of me. I worried too much about what was in my future. I just fucking hated that I worried about pointless shit. Sure, my life was shitty, but I’ve come to realize that it’s all okay. It’s okay that I felt awful, I understand how hard my life was up until this point.

It’s December 1st, fifteen days away from my 18th birthday. I think that it is finally time that I moved forward. I need to stop worrying about the past and about the future. I just need to focus on what is happening now. Stop thinking. Just do. Do it. Do what makes you happy. If you love music, start a band, fuck it! If you like writing, write! My point is, just take life at your own pace. Stop stressing over what ever it is that has you so worried. Take time out of your day to think about yourself.

Sure, you might want to call me names because I found happiness in drugs, but the point of my, you could call it an essay, was to make a point about that. Yes, DMT made me super fucking happy for like six hours. What I want to do from now on is find things in the real world that makes me happy. I need to stop relying on drugs. I might not quit drugs completely, seeing as how I wanna be a legal marijuana grower (because in the state of Washington you can make over $100k a year by growing weed for a cannabis company). I’ve done drugs, I’ve been there, I’ve seen things. Of all the things I’ve seen, I now know that one thing is clear. I’m happy. I’m happy because I stopped worrying.

If you managed to read this whole thing, I would like to thank you. Yes, I am speaking directly to you, the person reading this. Thank you for taking time out of your day. Thank you for listening to what I had to say. I know you must be busy. You have a life, I get it. But you actually took five minutes out of your busy life to listen to some 18 year old hippy talk about his shitty life. Thank you for caring. It’s nice that people care about things. Anyway, it’s 1:29AM right now, I should get some sleep.

title: [NF] The Key to Happiness

question: Summarize the issues that are making the narrator depressed.

answer: The narrator is depressed because they lost their grandmother and their mother. They feel as though they didn't get to tell their grandmother everything that was on their mind. They also feel as though they pushed away their friends after the death of their grandmother. They also moved away from their hometown of Snoqualmie, Washington.

critique: The narrator's mother died when they were young, not their grandmother.

critique: The narrator's depression is not the result of their grandmother's death.

critique: The narrator's mother died when they were young.

critique: The narrator's move away from their hometown is not relevant to the question.

critique: We don't know that the narrator is a male.

question: What kind of tea did the narrator drink? Why did it make him so happy?

answer: The narrator drank tea made from Chacruna leaves and Syrian Rue. The combination of the two leaves made him happy, and he's thankful he discovered that combination.

critique: It is not clear if the tea was made from the specific leaves.

critique: "He's thankful he discovered that combination." - this is incorrect because the narrator is not thankful, but happy.

critique: The narrator is thankful he discovered the combination, but he doesn't know the combination.

critique: The narrator is not thankful for the tea.

critique: The narrator is thankful he discovered the combination of the two leaves, not the combination of the two leaves.

critique: The narrator didn't discover the combination.


text:
EDDY SABARA (17 February 1927 – September 1995) was an Indonesian civil servant and military officer. He was the Governor of Southeast Sulawesi for twelve years between 1966 and 1978, and held acting governor positions in four other provinces due to his position in the Ministry of Home Affairs.

Early life

Sabara was born in Kendari, then part of Dutch East Indies, on 17 February 1927. His father was a municipal police officer. Sabara was the last of seven siblings, and he began his education in Kendari before moving to Makassar for further education until 1946, where he attended school with future Indonesian nationalist figure Robert Wolter Monginsidi.[1][2][3]

Career

Military service

After completing his education in Makassar, Sabara joined a group of youths from Sulawesi who left for Java to fight in the Indonesian National Revolution, as the South Sulawesi campaign of Raymond Westerling was raging in Makassar and its vicinity.[4][5] Once in Java, Sabara joined a battalion in the nationalist government, having been before grown an interest in the military due to watching KNIL drills as a child.[6] In 1948, he was a first lieutenant in command of a reserve company which was about to be deployed to Sulawesi when his unit was attacked and disarmed by Communist militias during the Madiun Affair. Sabara was imprisoned and was apparently about to be executed before Army units from the Siliwangi Division defeated the Communists and freed Sabara's unit.[7] During his time in Java, he also enrolled in the Magelang Military Academy.[8]

After the revolution, he commanded units within the Hasanuddin Military Region, eventually becoming commander of its Regional Training Regiment by 1965. During his time at Hasanuddin, he participated in the campaign against Andi Aziz's rebellion. He had also commanded a reserve brigade during Operation Trikora in 1962.[9][10]

Governor and civil servant

On 14 October 1966, he was appointed as acting governor of Southeast Sulawesi, before being made full governor for two terms starting in 1967.[11][12] The previous civilian governor and the first elected governor of the province, La Ode Hadi, was forced to leave his position in 1966 before he had held it for two years following a wave of demonstrations during the transition to the New Order, allowing the popular Sabara (at that time a lieutenant colonel) to take over.[13]

Southeast Sulawesi was very sparsely populated at the start of his tenure, with little to no government budget, and Sabara opted to relocate locals (mostly nomadic farmers) alongside resettlement areas where roads were planned.[14] According to Sabara in a 1983 interview with _Tempo_, his wife initially believed that his appointment to Southeast Sulawesi was an exile of sorts.[15] He also drew in migrants from densely populated Java and Bali. Despite a lack of existing traffic at the time, he lobbied for the central government to fund key roads, especially between Kendari and Kolaka, believing that the road would attract agricultural settlers.[16] During his governorship, he also served in the People's Consultative Assembly as a regional representative.[17]

He was initially intended to serve just one term, and after its expiry in 1973 a lack of replacement candidates resulted in his term initially being extended by several months, and later a second term.[18] After the conclusion of his governorship in 1978, he was assigned in 1979 to the Ministry of Home Affairs as inspector general, and later became the director general of the ministry's regional autonomy directorate.[19] During his time there, he became acting governors for Jambi (1979),[20] Central Sulawesi (25 November 1980 – 1981),[21] and Aceh (15 March – 27 August 1981),[22] During his temporary governorships of Aceh and Central Sulawesi, he had encountered political gridlocks in the provincial legislatures during their attempt to appoint a definitive governor.[23]

In 27 October 1981, he was also again appointed acting governor of Southeast Sulawesi, the eighth time he was sworn in as Governor.[24][25][26] Afterwards, he was once more appointed as acting governor of Central Kalimantan (7 October 1983 – 23 January 1984).[27] Due to this track record, he was known by journalists as being the “acting governor specialist” in the early 1980s.[28][29] During his time in the ministry, he also revived the deputy governor position, based on his own experience as governor where a lack of a deputy often caused issues especially with the provincial legislature.[30] He was awarded with the Star of Mahaputera, 3rd class (_Bintang Mahaputera Utama_) during his time as inspector general.[31] In 1984, he was also appointed into the Supreme Advisory Council.[32]

He died in September 1995, due to his heart disease and kidney-related complications. He was buried in Jakarta.[33] At the time of his death, he held the rank of major general.[34]

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title: Eddy Sabara

question: What does the article say about Sabara's dictatorial tendencies?

answer: No answer

critique: There are no direct quotes from the text about this subject. However, the article does mention that Sabara was a military officer, and it is implied that he was a dictator since he was in charge of a lot of things.

critique: The article does not mention anything about Sabara's dictatorial tendencies.

question: Summarize Sabara's military duties.

answer: Sabara was a lieutenant colonel when he was appointed acting governor of Southeast Sulawesi. He was a commander of a reserve company in 1948. He commanded units within the Hasanuddin Military Region. He was commander of its Regional Training Regiment by 1965. He commanded a reserve brigade during Operation Trikora in 1962.

critique: It's omitted that Sabara was initially intended to serve just one term, and after its expiry in 1973 a lack of replacement candidates resulted in his term initially being extended by several months, and later a second term.

critique: Sabara was a lieutenant colonel when he was appointed acting governor of Southeast Sulawesi. He was a commander of a reserve company in 1948. He commanded units within the Hasanuddin Military Region. He was commander of its Regional Training Regiment by 1965. He commanded a reserve brigade during Operation Trikora in 1962.

critique: The answer omits Sabara's time as acting governor of Southeast Sulawesi.

critique: "He was a commander of a reserve company in 1948" is not a valid statement.

critique: The answer omits Sabara's time in the military before he was a lieutenant colonel.

critique: The answer omits Sabara's time as a first lieutenant.

critique: The answer should mention the Madiun Affair.

question: Summarize Sabara's civilian service.

answer: Sabara was appointed acting governor of Southeast Sulawesi in 1966 and then governor in 1967. He was assigned to the Ministry of Home Affairs in 1979, where he became acting governor for Jambi, Central Sulawesi and Aceh. He revived the deputy governor position in the ministry. He was appointed into the Supreme Advisory Council in 1984.

critique: The answer omits Sabara's time as a civil servant.

critique: The answer omits Sabara's role as acting governor of Central Kalimantan.

critique: The answer should mention his career in the ministry and his acting governor appointments.

critique: The answer should mention that he was initially intended to serve just one term.

critique: The answer omits Sabara's role as a civil servant.

critique: The answer should mention his role as a regional representative in the People's Consultative Assembly.

critique: "Sabara was appointed acting governor of Southeast Sulawesi in 1966 and then governor in 1967." - this is incorrect. Sabara was only appointed acting governor in 1966.


text:
7:00pm EST

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Good evening, America.

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I know the media has been climbing all over each other for a statement from the Presidential office regarding our current health crisis, but I wanted to have as much information as possible before addressing the American people. Were times not so dire and the need for action so immediate, I would still be waiting for more information to address the nation. Unfortunately, America, that is not the case. The bald truth is this: more is unknown about this epidemic than is known. Medical professionals around the world are working tirelessly to provide answers, but as of right now, no cure or preventative mediation have shown long-term effectiveness.

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Known by different names around the country – Creeping Flu, Bellows, Influenza M – the infection is spread through direct disease transmission. Simply being touched by an infected person does not cause transmission of the disease from one person to another, but an exchange of bodily fluids will. This can come from being bitten by an infected person, ingesting fluids from an infected person, or sexual contact with an infected person. I must stress… simply touching an infected person will not transmit the disease. Forced quarantine upon medical professionals based on this misinformation will only lead to further infection and unnecessary condemnation, not to mention the loss of valuable personnel.

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The speed of infection appears to increase with every new generation. Because of this, providing an accurate timeline for symptom progression is impossible. What we can do is provide a concrete, concise list of symptoms. Before we address this, however, it is important to note that one or two symptoms does not necessarily indicate infection. With so much confusion, stress, and exposure to new drugs, it absolutely makes sense that people would be getting sick with perfectly normal diseases. This is not the Wild West and we are not horses: a bullet is not the cure for a broken leg, nor is it the cure for the average flu. Even now, when the infection can potentially spread so quickly throughout the body, we must be sure of our decisions.

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That being said, the symptoms, in order, are as follows:

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1. General fatigue/weakness

2. Cluster headaches: sharp, burning pain behind the left eye

3. Burst blood vessels in left eye

4. Quickly onset fever of above 106 degrees Fahrenheit

5. Vomiting/diarrhea

6. Hallucinations

7. Paralysis

8. Death

9. Reanimation

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Symptoms will appear in the order shown. No variation of symptom order has been observed, though personal susceptibility to individual symptoms may accelerate the onset of specific steps. Again, I must stress that individual symptoms do not indicate an overall infection.

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Finally, it is with a heavy heart I inform America that its military will be unable to assist at this time. Were this an invading foreign power at our nations door, the United States Armed Forces would be fully prepared to stand and defend her people. As it is, we have been found shamefully unprepared to address an epidemic of this strength and nature. For the foreseeable future, the American people will need to rely on their own grit and perseverance in order to weather this storm. This will not be the first time the mettle of the American people was tested, nor will it be the second, nor the third. America is a nation born of independence and ingenuity. A nation of adaptation and spirit. This is a fight we will win, my fellow Americans, but one that will take a heavy toll.

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Doubt is a rot in the heart of mankind which is easily planted by fear – one that must not be allowed to take root.

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It has been an honor serving you, America. Thank you, good luck, and god speed.

title: [TH] Final Presidential Address - July 1st, 2016

question: What does the story say about symptoms that would be visible to an observer?

answer: No answer

critique: The response misses to mention that the symptoms are general fatigue/weakness, cluster headaches, burst blood vessels in the left eye, quickly onset fever of above 106 degrees Fahrenheit, vomiting/diarrhea, hallucinations, paralysis, and death.

critique: The article has some information about symptoms that would be visible to an observer.

text: The answer should say that symptoms like burst blood vessels in the left eye and vomiting would be visible to an observer.

question: What elements reflect the story's genre?

answer: The story's genre is science fiction.

critique: The story does not seem to be science fiction.

critique: "Science fiction" is only one genre. It can answer most questions in "genre".

text: The answer should give examples of why the story seems to be science fiction.

category: coverage

question: What does the story say about the origin of the virus?

answer: No answer

critique: No answer is given in the text on the origin.

critique: The passage does not mention the origin of the virus.

question: Summarize the president's shift in tone over the course of the story.

answer: The president begins by saying that he wants to wait for more information before addressing the American people. A few paragraphs later, he states that the infection has no cure. Following the note that one or two symptoms does not indicate infection, he continues by outlining the symptoms and their order of appearance. The president ends by saying that they will get through this, and that they must not let doubt take root.

critique: The president doesn't say that the infection has no cure.

critique: The president's tone is not mentioned in the answer.

critique: The president's tone does not shift from the beginning to the end.

critique: The president begins by addressing the American people, not with his opening salvo of 'good evening, America'. This should be changed.

critique: The president's shift in tone is not mentioned.


text:
The CHICKASHA CHIEFS was the final and a primary name of the minor league baseball teams based in Chickasha, Oklahoma. Playing between 1904–1952, Chickasha teams played as members of the Southwestern League (1904), Western Association (1920–1921), Oklahoma State League (1922) and Class D Sooner State League (1948–1952).

History

Minor league baseball in Chickasha began when Chickasha briefly had a team in 1904. The SHAWNEE BROWNS of the Southwestern League moved to Chickasha, Oklahoma on June 30, 1904. The team became the CHICKASHA INDIANS and continued play in the Southwestern League. However, the franchise returned to Shawnee, Oklahoma on August 3, 1904. The franchise then disbanded on September 5, 1904.[1][2][3]

Baseball returned in 1920, when the CHICKASHA CHICKS began play in the eight-team Western Association. The Western Association had just reformed after a two-year hiatus. Other 1920 league members were the Drumright Drummers, Enid Harvesters, Fort Smith Twins, Henryetta Hens, Okmulgee Drillers, Pawhuska Huskers and Springfield Merchants.[4][5]

In their first full season of play, the Chickasha Chicks finished 52–72 (7th) in the 1920 Western Association.[6]

The Chickasha Chicks won the 1921 Western Association Championship. The Chicks finished 74–74 (5th overall) in the regular season and captured the first-half pennant. In the playoff Finals, the Chickasha Chicks defeated the Fort Smith Twins 4 games to 3 to claim the 1921 championship.[7][8][9]

Chickasha left the Western Association to join the newly formed Oklahoma State League in 1922 and won their second straight championship. Other charter members of the six–team 1922 Oklahoma State League were the Clinton Bulldogs, Duncan Oilers, El Reno Railroaders, Guthrie, Oklahoma and Wilson Drillers.[10][11]

Playing in the new league in 1922, the Chickasha Chicks finished 55–55 (3rd) in the regular season. They qualified for the playoffs by winning the first half championship with a 33-17 record.[12] In the second half, however, shaky finances and dwindling attendance during a losing streak caused the team to miss payroll and forfeit several games, culminating with a league takeover of the franchise. The team was renamed the “Orphans” and forced to play its remaining schedule on the road.[13][14][15] Despite limited success over the remainder of the regular season, the team defeated the Clinton Bulldogs in the playoff finals, 4 games 0, to claim the 1922 championship.[16] After the 1922 championship season the franchise folded.[17][18]

In 1948, the Chickasha Chiefs began play in the Sooner State League. The Chiefs and Ada Herefords were expansion teams in the league as it expanded from six–teams to eight–teams after forming in 1947. The other 1948 Sooner State League members were the Ada Herefords, Ardmore Indians, Duncan Cementers, Lawton Giants, McAlester Rockets, Pauls Valley Raiders and Seminole Oilers.[19][20]

Chickasha qualified for the playoffs in 1948. The Chicks finished 73–63 (4th) in the regular season. In the playoffs, the McAlester Rockets defeated the Chickasha Chiefs 3 games to 1. The Chiefs 1948 attendance was 35,640, an average of 524 per game.[21][22]

Returning to the playoffs in 1949, the Chickasha Chicks finished 78–61 (3rd) in the regular season. In the 1949 playoffs, the Lawton Giants defeated Chickasha 3 games to 0. The Chicks 1949 attendance was 59,306, an average of 853.[23][24]

The 1950 Chickasha Chiefs finished 80–59 (3rd) in the Sooner State League regular season. Qualifying for the playoffs, the McAlester Rockets defeated the Chiefs 3 games to 0. The 1950 season attendance was 43,759 (3rd in the league).[25][26]

In 1951, the Chickasha Chiefs used five managers in finishing 46–94 (7th) in the Sooner State League. The 1951 season attendance was 21,107.[27]

The Chickasha Chiefs returned to the Sooner State League playoffs in 1952. The Chiefs finished 78–62 (3rd) in the 1952 regular season. In the playoffs, the Pauls Valley Raiders defeated the Chickasha Chiefs 3 games to 1. Season attendance: 27,494, an average of 393.[28][29]

the Chickasha Chiefs folded after the 1952 season and were replaced by the Gainesville Owls in the 1953 Sooner State League. Chickasha hasn't hosted another minor league baseball team.[30]

The ballparks

The Chickasha Chiefs played at MEMORIAL PARK, also referred to as BORDEN PARK. Borden Park burned in August 1950 and was rebuilt for the following season.[31][32] The ballpark had a capacity of 1,700 (1950) and 2,500 (1952). Borden Park, which is now called Elliott Field and is used for high school baseball, was located at 200 North 19th Street.[33]

From 1920 through May 1921, the Chickasha Chicks played at UNIVERSITY PARK.[34] University Park, which had previously hosted exhibition games featuring Hall of Fame pitcher Walter Johnson, was located at the terminus of the street railway line near present-day Shannon Springs Park.[35][36][37]

In the middle of the 1921 season, the Chicks moved to a newly constructed ballpark named GRADY FIELD. The new ballpark was located on East Choctaw Avenue, just east of the viaduct that carries that road over the railroad tracks, where the Grady County Fairgrounds are now located. University Park was demolished immediately upon completion of the new field.[38][39][40]

The 1904 Chickasha Indians played at ROCK ISLAND BALL PARK.[41] This facility was built at the site of the former Rock Island stockyards, south of the Rock Island Railroad machine shop and the Crystal Ice Company plant, on land donated by the railroad.[42][43][44][45] The location was half a block east of South First Street, along the railroad tracks between East Minnesota and East Dakota Avenues.[46]

Notable alumni

-   Ed Cole (1950)
-   Mike Cvengros (1921)
-   Camilo Pascual (1951) Minnesota Twins Hall of Fame
-   Ned Pettigrew (1920, MGR)
-   Pete Runnels (1949) 5× MLB All-Star, 2× AL batting champion (1960, 1962), Boston Red Sox Hall of Fame
-   Guy Sturdy (1921)

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title: Chickasha Chiefs

question: Summarize the successes of the Chickasha baseball teams.

answer: The Chickasha Chiefs finished 7th in the Western Association's first full season of play in 1920. They won the Western Association title the following year. In 1922, they won the Oklahoma State Championship, and in 1950, came in third place.

critique: "The Chickasha Chiefs finished 7th in the Western Association's first full season of play in 1920." - this is inaccurate and should be removed. The team was called Chickasha Chicks in 1920.

critique: The Chickasha Chicks came in first place in the 1921 Western Association championship.

critique: The answer omits the Chickasha Indians' 1921 championship.

critique: The response is missing the information about the Chickasha Chicks.

critique: The Chiefs didn't come in third place in 1950; they finished third in the 1952 season

critique: More information about the successes of the Chickasha Chiefs can be added.

critique: The Chiefs never won a championship. Their successes were in winning a title and qualifying for the playoffs.

critique: The answer should mention the Chickasha Indians.

critique: The answer omits the team's success in the 1922 playoffs.

critique: The team's success in the Western Association is irrelevant.

critique: The answer omits the team's success in the Sooner State League.

critique: Hyper-language ("They won the Western Association title the following year") is a bit unnecessary.

critique: The Chickasha Chicks finished 7th in the Western Association's first full season of play in 1920. They won the Western Association title the following year. In 1922, they won the Oklahoma State Championship, and in 1950, came in third place.

question: What does the article say about Chickasha NBA teams?

answer: No answer

critique: There is no information on Chickasha NBA teams.

critique: There are no references to the Chickasha NBA teams

critique: There were no Chickasha NBA teams. The full name of the team was the Chickasha Chiefs.

critique: There was a team called the Chickasha Chiefs in the minor league baseball.

critique: No answer is given, but the article does mention that Chickasha has a basketball team.


text:
Built up by Theo and his older brother Karl from their mother’s corner shop in the bombed-out rubble of postwar Essen in Germany, the privately controlled Aldi empire now extends to more than 8,000 stores around the world, including 300 in Britain — where its no-frills low-price format rapidly gained popularity during the recession. Though challenged in recent times by rival “discounters” such as Lidl (also German-owned), Aldi achieved sales in 2009 of more than 50 billion euros worldwide.

Little is known of the private lives of the Albrecht family, but Theo’s wealth was estimated by Forbes last year at $16.7 billion, making him the 31st richest person in the world and Germany’s second richest behind Karl at $23.5 billion; the brothers fortunes combined were exceed only by those of Warren Buffett, Bill Gates and the Mexican Carlos Slim.

The Albrechts’ obsession with privacy — living behind fortress-like security on estates overlooking the Ruhr valley, rarely snapped by paparazzi, never making public statements — derived in part from Theo’s experience in December 1971, when he was kidnapped at gunpoint by Heinz-Joachim Ollenburg, a lawyer with gambling debts, and his accomplice Paul Kron. Theo was held for 17 days in Ollenburg’s Düsseldorf office, but so nondescript was his appearance — he favoured cheap, ill-fitting suits — that the kidnappers demanded to see his ID to make sure they had snatched the right man. He responded by haggling over the ransom sum, which was eventually fixed at seven million Deutschmarks, and was delivered to a highway rendezvous by the Bishop of Essen. Ollenburg and Kron were caught and jailed, but only half of the money was recovered. Albrecht went to court to claim it as a tax-deductible business expense.

Theodor Paul Albrecht was born in the Schonnebeck suburb of Essen, in the industrial Ruhr region, on March 28 1922, two years after his brother Karl. Their father was a miner until emphysema rendered him an invalid; their frugal, hard-working mother ran a small food shop and, in the 1930s, the two youths sold buns around the district from a wooden cart. Both served in the German army during the war: Theo with Rommel’s Afrika Corps until he was eventually captured by US troops in Italy in 1945.

When the brothers were released from prisoner of war camps to return to Essen they found most of the city (a major railway centre which had also been the site of Krupps munitions factories) reduced to ruins, But their mother’s house and shop was intact. They began to expand the business with other grocery outlets, experimenting with a no-frills self-service format and a limited range of merchandise. Within a decade, as Germany’s economic recovery gathered pace, they owned more than 100 stores.

In 1961 they adopted the name Aldi (a contraction of Albrecht Discount) and divided the map of Germany in half — along the so-called Aldi Equator — reportedly after disagreeing over whether or not to sell cigarettes. Theo took control of Aldi Nord, still based in Essen, while Karl, reputedly the more dynamic of the duo in their younger days, ran Aldi Sud from Essen’s sister city of Mulheim.

They later divided the rest of the world, if not quite in such a logical way: Theo’s empire expanded into France, Spain, Portugal and Poland, while Karl’s eventually reached Britain and Australia. And both brothers built operations in the United States, Karl under the Aldi banner and Theo as owner of the Trader Joe’s chain of 340 “gourmet” grocery stores that he acquired in 1979.

At home in Germany the group expanded to 4,000 stores, owned via a number of legally separate operating units which allowed the brothers to co-operate when it suited them but to circumvent laws on accounting disclosure for large businesses and to avoid having to deal with a nationwide workers’ council. They ran their operations with military discipline and attention to detail, and in such secrecy that Aldi managers were forbidden not only to talk to the press but even to talk to their own colleagues in other districts.

Growth was funded out of retained profits rather than public capital-raising, and success was achieved by offering no more than a few hundred well-chosen product lines (rather than the tens of thousands found in other supermarkets) at low prices made possible by massive purchasing. This was combined with a high ratio of sales per square metre of floor space, and ferocious cost control — the latter being Theo’s special skill.

Little money was wasted on marketing, and none at all on making Aldi stores look elegant: goods were simply piled up along the aisles in packing cases. Theo himself made a point of using pencil stubs rather than expensive pens. Asked to approve the plans for a new outlet in Holland, he replied that the design was good but the paper it was drawn on was too thick: “If you use thinner paper we will save money.”

A devout Roman Catholic, Theo Albrecht retired from the day-to-day running of the business in 1993, but remained active as chairman of the foundation that is Aldi Nord’s principal shareholder. He is survived by his wife Cilli, their sons Theo Jr and Berthold, who hold management positions in Aldi, and his brother Karl, now 90.

question: What does the text say about privacy?

answer: The Albrecht family is known for their obsession with privacy. They live behind fortress-like security on estates overlooking the Ruhr valley, rarely snapped by paparazzi, and never make public statements. This is partly due to the fact that Theo was kidnapped at gunpoint by a lawyer with gambling debts and his accomplice in 1971. Theo was held for 17 days in the lawyer's Dusseldorf office. Theo was released after a ransom was paid. The kidnappers were caught and jailed, but only half of the money was recovered.

critique: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

question: What does the text say about Aldi's divisions?

answer: Aldi is divided into two parts: Aldi Nord and Aldi Sud. Theo Albrecht took control of Aldi Nord and his brother Karl took control of Aldi Sud. Theo's empire expanded into France, Spain, Portugal, and Poland. Karl's empire eventually reached Britain and Australia.

critique: The answer omits that Theo and Karl also expanded into the United States.

critique: The answer should mention the division of the rest of the world.

question: Summarize Theo's traits.

answer: Theo was a devout Roman Catholic. He was frugal and hardworking. He was also a military man, having served in the German army during the war. He was also a businessman, and he was good at cost control.

critique: The answer omits Theo's obsession with privacy.

critique: The answer should mention his appearance as well.

critique: The answer omits that Theo was a shrewd businessman.

critique: The answer omits Theo's obsession with privacy and his kidnapping.

critique: The answer should mention his appearance.

question: What does the text say about the cost effectiveness of Aldi?

answer: Aldi is known for being cost-effective. They have a no-frills low-price format that rapidly gained popularity during the recession. The store also has a high ratio of sales per square meter of floor space and fierce cost control.

critique: The answer should mention the lack of marketing.

question: What does the text say about the Albrecht's political leanings?

answer: No answer

critique: No answer is given, however comments on the group's 'father' being a miner, mentioning the German army, and comments on Karl and Theo's early careers in the army are relevant.

critique: The answer should mention that the text does not mention anything about the Albrecht's political leanings.


text:
The noise of breaking glass and ringing metal was a sharp contrast to the silence that had filled the apartment for the past month. Thomas watched in horror as the soccer ball smashed into the tennis trophies. His eyes filled with tears as he looked at the pile of broken pieces on the floor, and his voice was almost a whisper when he asked, "Why did you do that?"
"Because you never play with me!"
"I said later."
"You always say later! And then you just stare at your stupid trophies all day!"
Thomas looked at his son. Michael defiantly looked back.
"Go to your room.", he said.
Michael didn't move.
"Now.", Thomas added.
Michael kept his posture for another moment, then he drooped and started shuffling to the hall, closing the door behind himself. Thomas took a deep breath and his gaze rested on the door for a moment. Then he fetched some glue from the utility drawer and sat down next to the pile of broken trophies. Most of them weren't too badly damaged. Some bumps and scratches, two of them had snapped at the base. He picked up the trophy for the first place in the municipal championships. The two golden tennis player figurines that once stood proudly on top of it were now lying on the ground. The trophy for second place at the regional charity tournament got the worst of it. It was made of two engraved glass blocks, and it was shattered into a couple dozen pieces. Thomas sighed. He took the largest piece of the glass trophy and started looking for matching pieces.

Thomas didn't know how much time had passed, but he realized that the afternoon sun had all but disappeared behind the horizon when Michael opened the door to the living room.
"I'm hungry."
Thomas looked up from the trophy. He had managed to reassemble most of the pieces, but the cracks and seams were very visible on the smooth surface. He paused for a moment.
"Then make yourself some food."
"No you make some!", Michael said, helplessly waving his arms and stomping his feet. Thomas was still squatting in front of the trophy pile, his head at the same level as Michael's.
"You hurt me very much, Michael.", Thomas said. "Just make yourself a sandwich. I really don't feel like cooking for you right now."
"I hate you!", Michael exploded, and ran towards Thomas and shoved him with all the weight he could bring up with his eight year old body. Thomas lost his balance and rolled on his back. Michael picked up the almost repaired glass trophy.
"And I hate your stupid trophies!"
Thomas was horrified. "No!", he shouted, way too late.
Michael threw the trophy at the wall, where it shattered into a million pieces.
Thomas couldn't hold back his anger anymore. "Enough!" He grabbed Michael and put him over his shoulder.
He carried him to his room, while Michael kept struggling and kicking and throwing his little fists at Thomas' back. He put him down on his bed, stood up and looked down at him, pointing his finger.
"You stay here now! I don't want to see you again until I've cleaned up your mess! Understood?"
Michael looked at his feet and nodded weakly.

Thomas had to accept that there was no way he would reassemble the countless shards into which the trophy had shattered. He grabbed a scoop and a hand brush and started sweeping up the shards. When he was done, he repaired the other, less severely damaged trophies and placed them back onto the shelf. Only the municipal championships trophy was still incomplete. One of the two figurines was missing.

Thomas was sitting at the kitchen table and had just started to quarter and peel an apple when Michael carefully opened the door and entered.
"I'm sorry I broke your trophies.", he said. His eyes were red and wet from crying.
Thomas looked at Michael with his mouth open, as it finally made sense.
"They're not just my trophies, Michael.", he said. "Your mom and I won those together. That's why they are so important to me. They remind me of her."
Michael looked up at his father, new tears shooting into his eyes as he realized what he had done.
"I miss her.", he wept.
"I miss her too.", Thomas said.
Thomas got up and took the municipal championships cup from the shelf.
"This was the last tournament we played in.", he said. "Your mom was already two months pregnant with you when we won this."
"Why did you stop playing?", Michael asked.
"We didn't stop playing tennis.", Thomas replied. "We just stopped playing in tournaments. It just didn't seem important anymore."
Michael thought about that for a moment while Thomas finished peeling the apple. He handed a piece to Michael. They both took a bite and looked each other in the eyes. Michael hesitated for a moment, then he reached into his pocket and took out the missing figurine.
"I took it.", he said. "I'm sorry."
Thomas stared at the golden figurine.
"Then let's reattach it.", he said as he got up and fetched the glue. He carefully applied a little glue while Michael held the figurine. Then he gently led Michael's hand as he put the figurine back in place. They exchanged a deep look. Nobody said a word.
"Can we have Pasta now?", Michael said.
Thomas laughed, and realized that he was happy. He picked up his son and hugged him.
"Yeah", he said. "Pasta sounds just fine."

title: [RF] [UR] Broken

question: Why is Thomas so upset when Michael throws the ball at his trophies?

answer: Thomas saw the trophies as a timeless remembrance of his former wife, who being two months pregnant with Michael, worked side by side with him to win the next to last tournament they played in as a couple.

critique: The answer should mention that the trophies were a reminder of his wife.

critique: The answer should mention that Michael's actions are disrespectful.

text: It wasn't the "next to last tournament", it was the last one.

question: How did Michael's mother die?

answer: That information can't be found.

critique: The story states that "Your mom and I won those together." while playing tennis.

question: Why did Michael throw the ball at the trophies?

answer: Because he was angry that his father always said later when he asked to play.

critique: The answer could be clearer in its pronoun use.

critique: The answer should mention that Michael was also angry that his father was always staring at his trophies.

critique: Michael's anger is not the only reason he threw the ball at the trophies. He also threw the ball at them because he was angry that his father never played with him.

critique: It's omitted that Michael is also angry that his father stares at the trophies all day.


text:
[Students released from a lockdown are overcome with emotion following deadly shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Fla.]

Students released from a lockdown are overcome with emotion following deadly shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Fla. (John McCall/AP)

We don’t want your prayers and we don’t need your thoughts and wishes, President Trump. And all of you, you members of Congress and senators just shut up and stay off of TV if you have any shred of morality left — especially if you have refused to vote for gun control.

Seventeen innocent, frightened students and staff were shot dead in a public high school and how does our President respond? He tweets. "My prayers and condolences to the families of the victims of the terrible Florida shooting. No child, teacher or anyone else should ever feel unsafe in an American school."

Really? Then ban assault weapons. Then stop telling everyone that the terrorists are coming, the terrorists are coming when the terrorists are here and they are us. WE kill one another by the thousands and thousands in more than one mass shooting every single day in this country.

We don't want your prayers. What we want from you right now is to ban assault weapons; we want you to make it impossible for civilians to have AR-15s. Period. We want YOU, elected officials, to stop killing our children while praising God. You know nothing of God, because if you did, you phony liars, you'd stop the killing without question by changing the law.

[Students hold their hands in the air as they are evacuated by police from Marjorie Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Fla.]

Students hold their hands in the air as they are evacuated by police from Marjorie Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Fla. (Mike Stocker/AP)

If you are such God-fearing, God-loving people, you'd put the Sixth Commandment before the Second Amendment.

Ronald Reagan, your hero, believed in banning assault weapons.

Today, incredibly, marks the 18th school shooting since the first of the year. That's one school shooting every 2.5 days. How is it possible that American public schools are now among the most dangerous places on the planet?

Parents now know that each time they put their children on the school bus, they may in fact be putting them in harm's way. They could be sending their own children into what was a formerly safe place, but is now a place where their kids have targets on the heads, kids who could very well be trapped and killed by a lunatic armed with an easily acquired assault weapon.

In fact, today's killer, Nikolas Cruz, a former student, showed his cache of weapons to other students. Everyone knew he had guns. They kicked him out of school but no one took his guns away.

Hell, taking guns away is UnAmerican.

[President Trump tweets regarding the school shooting.]

President Trump tweets regarding the school shooting. (Twitter)

Yes, there have always been lunatics and troubled teens. But they didn't have assault weapons. Our government put them in his hands and continues to give these killers their blessings.

But instead of admitting that we are the terrorists — killing each other by the thousands every year — 1,806 people have been killed by guns in the first 45 days of this year, the President scares the hell out of everyone by saying foreigners are sneaking over the border to kill us.

Nearly 2,000 people have been killed by gun in 45 days. How is that possible? It's possible because our legislators won't even ban the popular mass killer gun, the AR-15. They are legal in the United States. Legal.

[Why hasn't our cowardly President banned assault weapons?]

Why hasn't our cowardly President banned assault weapons? (Pool/Getty Images)

Yet we listen to a paranoid xenophobic President who says a wall will keep us safe. Walls? What about banning assault weapons?

I condemn every sociopathic senator and member of Congress who will show up on TV tonight, or tweet your sorrow while praising God and then thanking Him for His goodness.

We all feel terrible, yet the President of the United States stated unequivicably — to great applause — in his State of the DisUnion that he was an absolute believer in the Second Amendment. You elected officials won’t even pass a bill to keep people on the watchlist from buying guns. You want everyone to have the right to open carry. You want to ban doctors from reporting gun shootings.

So all of you: Keep your thoughts and prayers to yourself. You are not people of God.

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question: Which of the American gun violence trends irks the writer?

answer: The frequency of gun deaths in the last couple of months.

critique: The answer is wrong. The writer is irked by the lack of gun control.

critique: We don't know if the specific period is chosen, so we should remove the current since.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The frequency of gun deaths is not mentioned in the article.

critique: The answer is incorrect and the correct answer should be written.


text:
   The tumultuous waves crashed into the Caribbean-esque shores. With them, me. I stood up on the white sanded beach and looked out into the great blue yonder. The water was so blue and clear, I could've sworn I was in the Bahamas. A moment later, I smelled iron. "Blood" I thought. I ripped off my white cotton dress shirt and saw the the blood oozing out of the deep lacerations on my torso. Then, the smelled of something being grilled filled the air. "There's someone else on the island.
   I ran to the smell as fast as humanly possible. It was the most difficult thing I've ever done. I ran so fast my muscles started to hurt. I tripped over rocks and branches multiple times which exacerbated the lacerations. When I got to the barbecue all I saw were servants and a woman in a red dress. She was no older than me, twenty. After looking around, I collapsed.
   The next thing I remember, I was in a huge cave. Except, it didn't look like a cave. It looked like a regular home. I opened my eyes and saw the immaculate kitchen, it was like one you'd see in a five star restaurant. Annexed off the kitchen, there was a beautiful dining room. However, I got the feeling that it was just collecting dust. I was laying on a black couch big enough for two people and was snuggled up in a flannel blanket. I wanted to get up but I debated if it was worth losing the warmth. It was decided, I'd get up. As I got up, I heard a woman say "Woah, easy there".
   She was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was like something out of a Greek mythology tale. She had long dark brown hair braided to the side, warm brown eyes, and smelled like honeysuckle. She looked very Mediterranean. For example, she had olive skin and strong facial features. Her voice was soft and when she talked, it sounded like angles were singing. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was Aphrodite.
     "What's your name," I asked.
     "I am Calypso and you are on Ogygia" she smiled. "After we eat, you can go home if you'd like".
     "Can I think about it" I said looking at the island.
     "Sure," she smiled. "Now go back to sleep, you need rest".
     A moment later, my eyes were closed.

                    *****
  When I opened my eyes, I saw her smiling over me, her teeth were pure white. How could I leave her?
  "It's time for dinner" she said playing with my hair.
   When we walked out of the cave, it was night. How long was I asleep for? The only source of light were the stars and the moon. Since there was no light pollution, you could see the faintest stars. It was beautiful. On the white beach there was a blanket and several baskets.
    "It's a beautiful out here. Is it like this every night?" I said looking up at the stars.
    "Yes it is " she smiled while looking up at the stars.
    The baskets had everything in them. Literally, you could think of food or drink and you'd have it. After dinner, we walked on the shores.
   "Will you stay with me?" She asked. I could hear a hint of nervousness in her voice.
   I thought about my life in the real world. I had no family, no friends, and no money. I had nothing. Why wouldn't I stay with her?
  "Of course I'll stay with you" I said leaning in to kiss her.

I hope this wasn't that bad. I'm pretty rusty. Please don't be to mean.

title: [FN, RO] Ogygia (Oh-gee-gee-ah)

question: What draws the narrator away from the beach?

answer: The smell of blood.

critique: The answer is incomplete. It should mention the barbecue.

critique: The smell of grilled food is what draws the narrator away from the beach.

critique: The smell of blood is what draws the narrator to the beach, not away from it.

question: Describe the woman.

answer: The woman is Calypso. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. She has long dark brown hair, warm brown eyes, and smells like honeysuckle. She is like something out of a Greek mythology tale.

critique: The answer should mention her physical appearance.

critique: She is described as having olive skin and strong facial features. Include this description in the answer.

critique: The answer should mention her physical features.

critique: She also has olive skin, strong facial features, and a gorgeous voice that sounds like sweet, pure angles.

critique: The woman is described in more detail in the story.

critique: The answer could mention her physical appearance.

question: How did the narrator get his injuries?

answer: It is not stated.

critique: It is possible to infer the answer from the passage.


title: [NF] The Key to Happiness

question: Summarize the issues that are making the narrator depressed.

answer: The narrator has had a very shitty year. They lost their mother at a young age and their grandmother became their new mother figure. They lost their mother's family and their grandmother died. They moved away from their hometown and their friends and family. They worry too much about what other people think of them. They worry too much about what is in their future.

critique: The response is missing the loss of support that the narrator feels from the death of their loved one and the move away.

question: What kind of tea did the narrator drink? Why did it make him so happy?

answer: The tea was made up of Chacruna leaves and Syrian Rue. The narrator drank it because the makers recommended it to someone with his disposition.

critique: The narrator drank the tea because it was recommended to him by a friend.

critique: The passage does not say who recommended the tea to the narrator.

text: The answer misses to mention why the tea made him so happy.