text:
There has never been a sharp distinction between the public and private faces of DONALD TRUMP, who described Atlanta as “crime-infested” online and called African countries “shitholes” behind closed doors. Both sides are about the same, when he is away from the teleprompter and going off script. There is only so much filter that can be removed when there’s hardly any filter to start with. Still, it was somewhat shocking to see Trump talking openly Thursday about something he has so far kept private: imposing the death penalty for people caught dealing drugs. “Some countries have a very, very tough penalty—the ultimate penalty,” Trump said wistfully at a White House summit on the opioid crisis. “And, by the way, they have much less of a problem.”

We’ve seen this one coming: In April, Trump called President RODRIGO DUTERTE to praise his bloody crackdown on drugs in the Philippines, which has reportedly killed as many as 12,000 people. “I just wanted to congratulate you because I am hearing of the unbelievable job on the drug problem,” he said, referring to Duterte’s extrajudicial, state-sanctioned murder program. “Many countries have the problem, we have a problem, but what a great job you are doing and I just wanted to call and tell you that.” The idea apparently stuck with Trump: Last week, Axios reported that Trump has continued privately raising the possibility of executing drug dealers, as Singapore does. “He says that a lot,” one source recalled. “He says, ‘When I ask the prime minister of Singapore do they have a drug problem [the prime minister replies,] ‘No. Death penalty.’”

Senior adviser KELLYANNE CONWAY essentially confirmed the report when she clarified that Trump was merely referring to bringing capital murder charges against high-volume dealers of drugs like fentanyl, which, she pointed out, “are so lethal in such small doses.” On Thursday, Trump brought the idea out into the open, suggesting that the United States adopt “the ultimate penalty” for drug dealers.

The president’s comments fit a pattern of authoritarian rhetoric, from calling Democrats “treasonous” for not applauding his State of the Union address to pressuring the Department of Justice to prosecute his political opponents. But they also suggest a looser, less controlled Trump as the president has grown increasingly frustrated with the shackles his chief of staff, JOHN KELLY, has imposed on him. The chains began to break last month, as Kelly’s authority was rocked by allegations of domestic abuse involving his second-in-command, ROB PORTER. The scandal created a domino effect in the White House that fueled tensions between Kelly and JARED KUSHNER over Kushner’s security clearance and was a factor in the resignation of HOPE HICKS, one of Trump’s closest confidants.

The silly season has, in turn, fed a bumper crop of crazy coming out of the Oval. Trump is reportedly considering firing National Security Adviser H.R. MCMASTER, whom he also resents, and on Thursday bucked the advice of his National Economic Adviser GARY COHN and announced tariffs on steel and aluminum, causing the stock markets to plunge. For months, Trump’s senior staff had slow-walked his enthusiasm for a trade war. This week, he decided he would act unilaterally. “Trade wars are good, and easy to win,” Trump tweeted Friday morning, as the Dow Jones dropped another 350 points. This is what it looks like when the president stops being nice and starts getting real.

question: Summarize everything relating to the author's opinion of Donald Trump.

answer: The author points out that there has never been a sharp distinction between the public and private faces of Donald Trump. He talks openly about his opinions and ideas, and they are all negative. The author seems to view him as a dangerous person, as they refer to him as "the president".

critique: The author does not refer to Trump as "the president"

critique: The author does not refer to Trump as "the president".

critique: This is not the author's opinion, but the article's.

critique: The author's opinion of Trump is more nuanced than this summary suggests.

text: The last sentence is highly inaccurate. The author does not view Trump as dangerous because they refer to them as "the president." This makes no sense and should be removed.

question: Summarize the role of Donald Trump's staff in the article.

answer: Donald Trump's staff are mentioned in the article as being a part of the reason for his shift in rhetoric. His chief of staff, John Kelly, has imposed restrictions on him, and this has frustrated Trump. Kelly's second-in-command, Rob Porter, was accused of domestic abuse, which rocked Kelly's authority. This domino effect has fueled tensions between Kelly and Jared Kushner, and Hope Hicks, one of Trump's closest confidants, resigned. Trump is reportedly considering firing National Security Adviser H.R. McMaster, whom he also resents, and on Thursday bucked the advice of his National Economic Adviser Gary Cohn and announced tariffs on steel and aluminum, causing the stock markets to plunge.

critique: The answer is a bit confusing and hard to read.

critique: The answer should mention that Trump is frustrated with the restrictions his staff has imposed on him.

critique: The answer is a summary of the article, not a summary of the role of Trump's staff.

critique: The article doesn't mention that the staff are a part of the reason for Trump's shift in rhetoric.

critique: The answer should mention that Trump's staff slow-walked his enthusiasm for a trade war.

critique: Remove the last two sentences, as they are not relevant to the question.

text:
-'This domino effect has fueled tensions between Kelly and Jared Kushner, and Hope Hicks, one of Trump's closest confidants, resigned.' What domino effect? There was no transition to explain this, so it leaves this sentence dangling and hard to comprehend. That line should be rewritten.

-'...and on Thursday bucked the advice of his National Economic Adviser Gary Cohn' Since it's a summary of the past, it shouldn't be summarized as it is in the article. It should be rewritten.

question: What does the article say about the presidential election?

answer: No answer

critique: This is an inaccurate answer and there needs to be clarification in this response because presidential discussions are relevant.

critique: The article does not mention the presidential election.


split: test

text:
He stared at the floor. He had nothing better to do. He could have picked up a magazine or disappeared into his cell phone, but he didn’t want to risk making eye contact with anyone. He wasn’t feeling up for idle chit\-chat.

The carpet was depressing and he was having trouble labeling its color. It was unmistakably gray, but not entirely. There was a subtle tinge of brown laid overtop, like some sort of gloomy overcoat. Embedded in the mysterious shade were thin, tan stripes that raced horizontally across the floor.

The carpet now has his attention. He continued to stare at it intently, determined to brand the gray with brownish hue.

As he moved his head closer he noticed the fibers were woven from a variety of colors like, red, blue, and yellow. But as he pulled his head back he no longer saw the colorful strands. Instead, the colors blended together into the murky, grayish\-brown he was having trouble classifying.

To pass the time he experimented with this nearsighted phenomenon by calculating how far he had to dip his head until the colored fibers became visible. After a few dips and withdraws, he determined he had to lower his head to about chest height before he could see anything but gray with a sad smear of brown.

It was at that moment he also realized how foolish he must have looked to the others in the room. Normal people were occupied with their Instagram feed or a 6\-month old issue of Consumer Digest.

Why couldn’t I just be normal, he thought. Why couldn’t I be anywhere, but here, he thought. He picked his head up and rearranged his shoulders.

Now he stared at the administrator who was seated behind a sliding glass window. The glass window was closed and the administrator had his head down. Thank God, he thought, no eye contact.

Behind the administrator was a large, Master Edwards clock. It sat high enough that even if the administer were to sit upright, the entire clock face would still be visible to anyone on the other side of the sliding glass. Whoever mounted the clock must have considered the possibility that the administrator could obstruct the view of the clock face while sitting upright and therefore placed it at the appropriate height. These were his thoughts while he waited.

“Mr. Blocker?”

He heard his name, but didn’t move. He maybe thought he’d only imagined someone calling his name and didn’t want to appear anxious, so he sat still.

“Mr. Blocker? Are you Mr. Blocker?” the attendant called out. She was standing in an open doorway in the far righthand corner of the room. She was looking directly at him. Finally, he made eye contact with someone.

“This way please.”

He rose to his feet and stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets. He took his first steps toward the door, feeling a bit defeated by the carpet. He was still unclear on its color.

The attendant lead him down a white corridor. The walls were white. The ceiling was white. The floor was white, linoleum tile. The lighting was soft, fluorescent white. He decided to stop focusing on the color white and let his mind drift to something more pleasant, the lining of his trouser pockets.

He’d always been quite satisfied with the navy suit he was wearing. The shoulders fit him perfectly. The taper of the legs was trimming and made him look taller. But the lining of the trouser pockets is what pleased him most. The lining was a soft silky material that felt fine and glossy when he rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Right in here please”, the attendant directed. Her arm was outstretched, half of it inside of another room. This room was his room. This room was where he was supposed to go. He was sure of it. Not because the attendant declared it so, but because it felt right. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and entered.

In the middle of the room was a large desk. It appeared to be very old and extremely heavy. Probably oak, he thought. Behind the desk sat a man with wire\-frame glasses. The man was staring at a computer screen. The man was at least twice his age. He could see the glare of the screen almost entirely in the man’s glasses.

“Please Mr. Blocker. Have a seat.”

He did as he was told and took a seat in a chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“Mr. Blocker, we are going to have to make a very difficult decision today.”

He sat in his seat and listened.

“It’s my opinion that further treatments are not going improve your health.”

He extended his chin and began to nod his head. Not to appear as if he was listening, but to communicate that he understood the weight of the declaration the man in glasses had just made.

“You’ve been fighting this…we’ve been fighting this for almost ten years. After five surgeries and countless rounds of chemotherapy there has been only very little progress. Of course, we could continue treatment, but your quality of life would rapidly deteriorate and the burden of cost would fall entirely on your next of kin. I sincerely believe it would be best to begin getting your affairs in order. As of today, I would estimate that you may have only a few months left.”

He sat silently with his chin still pointed toward the man with glasses. He thought about his wife. He thought about his daughters and their children. He thought about his parents who had passed many, many years ago. He thought about the white corridor with the white ceiling, the white, linoleum tiles and the white, fluorescent lights. He thought about the lining of his trouser pockets. He thought about the carpet.

“Taupe!”

“I’m sorry Mr. Blocker. I don’t understand,” said the man with glasses.

“Gray mixed with a tinge of brown. Taupe.” he replied.

He couldn’t think of anything else to say. Instead he furrowed his brow, dipped his head, and regarded the taupe carpet with a newfound sense of familiarity and confidence.

He felt more comfortable now, having identified the mysterious color that had been eluding him. So, he lifted his hands to his face, covered his eyes with his sweat palms, and began to cry.

title: [RF] Taupe

question: Summarize the main sources of tension in the story.

answer: The main source of tension in the story is the narrator's illness. He has been fighting it for ten years, and the doctors believe that further treatment will only make his quality of life worse. The narrator is also concerned about his family, and how they will be affected by his death.

critique: It's omitted that the narrator is also concerned about his own quality of life.

critique: The answer can touch upon the fact that the person talking is the man with the illness.

critique: The answer should include that the narrator is also concerned about his own death.

text: 'He has been fighting it for ten years...' The story says that Mr. Blocker fought his illness for almost ten years, which is different from this answer. The model should consider rewriting it this way.

category: accuracy

question: Summarize the reveal at the end of the story.

answer: Mr. Blocker is dying. The doctor tells him that there is nothing left to do for him and that he has a few months left. Mr. Blocker begins to cry.

critique: The doctor doesn't tell Mr. Blocker that there is nothing left to do for him.

critique: There's no "doctor" in the story. It's a nurse, and the word is "doctor"

critique: The answer should mention that Mr. Blocker is crying because he has finally identified the color of the carpet.

critique: The doctor is not a doctor, but a social worker.

question: What are the ways the story depicts Mr. Blocker as not normal?

answer: He stares at a carpet that he can't describe and is attached to it to the point of thinking about its color. He waits in a room while there is a clock behind the sliding glass of the window and is waiting to talk to an administrator. He dies.

critique: The response does not answer the question.

critique: The response is missing the part where Mr. Blocker is not able to describe the color of the carpet.

text:
-Mr. Blocker is waiting to see a doctor, not talk to an administrator. The model should change that sentence to this.
-The answer should state that Mr. Blocker tries to avoid contact with anyone in the hospital waiting room.
-The last sentence is inaccurate because the story doesn't say anything about Mr. Blocker dying. The model should delete this.

category: other

category_text: Coverage and accuracy.

question: What does the story say about Mr. Blocker's relationship with his wife?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that Mr. Blocker thinks about his wife.

text: The answer should state that the story doesn't talk about Mr. Blocker's relationship with his wife.

category: coverage


text:
LACIE KANERAHTAHSÓHON BURNING is a Kanien'kehá:ka and Onöñda'gega multi-disciplinary artist raised on Six Nations of the Grand River in Southern Ontario, Canada. Burning is currently based out of Vancouver, British Columbia where they are completing a Bachelor of Fine Arts at Emily Carr University of Art and Design[1]

Their work incorporates themes of their upbringing, including their cultural and political background. Being a multidisciplinary artist, Burning's work combines elements of photography, video, installation, and sculpture to focus on Indigenous politics and identity from a Haudenosaunee perspective.[2] Burning has been nominated for various awards in celebration of their work such as the New Generation Photography Award[3] and was the runner-up to the 2020 Philip B. Lind Emerging Artist Prize.[4]

Art Practice/Career

Lacie Burning's art is rooted in their upbringing, experiences, and identity as a Kanien'kehá:ka and Onöñda'gega Indigiqueer person. Burning’s art portrays a Haudenosaunee perspective and grapples with Indigenous relationships to land, representation and “the gaze.”[5] Burning incorporates traditional materials and fabrics, such as black velvet from traditional Mohawk regalia and practices such as beading and mask-making within their multi-media approach.[6]

The Reflection Series

The _Reflection Series_ is Burning’s most notable photography series exploring land-body reciprocity. The _Reflection Series_ was inspired by Burning’s witnessing of a land claims conflict (the [[Grand River land dispute|“Caledonia Standoff”]]) at Kanonhstaton in Six Nations of the Grand River Territory, Ontario, in 2006.[7] Burning’s experience with this conflict at age 12 spurred their political awakening and awareness of the fraught race relations between reserves and the communities that surround them.[8] The _Reflection Series_ ultimately explores the relationship between settlers and Indigenous peoples and what it means for Indigenous peoples to assert their presence on their traditional land. For the series, Burning asked themselves, “What do I look like—what does it look like—when I assert my sovereignty over the land as a [Kanien’kehá:ka] person in Caledonia?”[9] The central figure in _Reflection Piece_, who adorns a mask of mirror shards, presents an answer to this question of assertions of sovereignty through a vulnerable lens using traditional images such as masks, and juxtaposing this with the fragility of the mirrors.[10] Burning describes it as “the realization that unsettling our territories is a process that Indigenous peoples must take responsibility for alongside settlers by acknowledging internalized colonialism, reflecting upon it and actively wanting to change it.”[11] Praised by fellow artists The _Reflection Series_ has been described by Cree-Métis-Saulteaux artist Lindsay Nixon as “the haunting of a genderless ghost body, a protest on the lands that taught Burning resistance, and a disruption of the supposedly clear idea of what it means to be an Indigenous person assuredly enacting sovereignty over their lands.”[12]

Exhibits

Burning’s art has been featured in a variety of exhibits across Canada. In 2016, Burning was invited to feature their work at the Mohawk Institute for the Mush Hole Project.[13] The Mohawk Institute is a former residential school, that members of Burning’s family attended. For the Mush Hole Project, Burning displayed two of their works: _Story Time_ and _Who Will Be my Witness_.[14] explores intergenerational trauma and themes of resurgence and resistance in Indigenous cultures in the face of genocidal acts such as residential schools.[15] The installation features an audio recording of residential school survivor Irene Favel speaking about her experience in a Saskatchewan school.[16] _Story Time_ was originally displayed in NE:ETH: Going Out of the Darkness in 2013 in conjunction with the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, where it received acclaim in Canadian Art Magazine.[17] _Who Will Be my Witness_ is a performance and installation piece intended to promote healing within survivors and their descendants through audience engagement. The piece encourages spectators to write on the wall of the residential school and “show positivity” towards those impacted by the residential school system and its legacy.[18]

In 2018, Burning’s work was a featured exhibition in the CONTACT Photography Festival. Their exhibit _Forward Facing_ explores the intersections within Indigenous identities through photo, video, craft, and installation practices. Forward Facing was created in collaboration with fellow artists Dayna Danger and Jade Nasogaluak Carpenter.[19]

Curatorial

Lacie Burning has also engaged in curatorial work. They collaborated with scholar June Scudeler on the exhibition “Unsettling Colonial Gender Boundaries” for the 2017 Queer Arts Festival.[20] This exhibition explores Indigenous experiences of gender and sexuality and brings intersectional Queer-Indigenous experiences and Two-Spirit media art to the forefront.[21] Burning and Scudeler commissioned media works and performances from artists Thirza Cuthand (Cree), Chandra Melting Tallow (Siksika), Raven Davis (Anishinaabek), and Kent Monkman (Swampy Cree) for the exhibition.[22]

Awards and Recognitions

Burning’s work has been praised by the art community through various awards celebrating its unique themes and multi-disciplinary approach. Burning was the runner-up in the 2020 Philip B. Lind Emerging Artist Prize and was awarded $1000 as a recognition of their achievement.[23] The Lind Prize is an annual award given to an emerging artist based in British Columbia working in mediums of film, photography, or video.[24] Burning was also long-listed for the New Generation Photography Award in 2020.[25] The New Generation Photography Award, established in 2017 as a partnership between the National Gallery of Canada and Scotiabank, is annually given to three artists under 30 working in lens-based art.[26] As of April 2020, the 2020 winners have yet to be announced.

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title: Lacie Burning

question: Where does Lacie Kanerahtahsohon Burning come from?

answer: They are based out of Vancouver, British Columbia.

critique: The answer should mention that Burning is based out of Vancouver but is from Six Nations of the Grand River in Southern Ontario, Canada.

critique: The answer should clarify that Burning is based out of Vancouver after being raised in Six Nations of the Grand River in Southern Ontario, Canada.

question: What informs Burning's career?

answer: Burning's career is informed by their upbringing, experiences, and identity as a Kanien'kehá:ka and Onöñda'gega Indigiqueer person.

critique: The answer should mention the specific themes that Burning's work explores.


text:
It was unusual for the two of them to meet under these circumstances, but they had preferred it this way. As soon as it was possible to do so, George Carville had vanished into an unobserved lift on the 50th floor of London's Shard, retreating out of the building through a discrete trade exit at the end of an underground tunnel some tens of metres away. Raising his collar, he faced the ground and walked briskly, anonymously, into the embrace of the night.

He had smoked two cigarettes and was about to leave when Nathan Cohen arrived to meet him at the centre of London Bridge. Mutely, Carville offered him his carton of cigarettes. Cohen took one, lit it and inhaled deeply before contorted his face into a scowl.

"Full strength?" He groaned, glaring at the glowing tobacco.

"You're a grown-up now," Chided Carville, with a humourless voice but an imperceptibly slight smile. "You ought to smoke like one."

"I ought not to smoke." He inhaled again before acknowledging the question that Carville had not asked. "I apologise for my lateness. But you must remember, surely? It wasn't that long ago for you. I skimmed the reports they threw at me, I shook hands with the cloying throng. I wrote the Letters of Last Resort."

"How was that?"

"The Letters? Humbling."

"Yes. They are."

Cohen blew smoke into the night, and looked silently at Carville for a time. "What did you write?"

"I can't remember specifically."

"That's not true."

"No, it isn't. But I'd rather not say. Those words have been scarred into my brain these last seven years, but that's been my burden to bear. Now you get the chance. When you're where I am, you'll know that it's best for those words to die with you."

They were silent for a few minutes more. A night bus trundled past, and the occasional morose traveller shuffled closely behind their backs. But the two of them took no notice, staring into the churning black river beneath them.

"You're not normally this melancholy. Although I suppose under the circumstances it's understandable."

"What circumstances are those?" Carville seemed genuinely curious, and Cohen suddenly felt an abiding discomfort.

"Well, you know. The results."

"Best news I've had in weeks."

"George..."

"I'm serious, Nat. I'm not trying to soothe any latent guilt you're storing up."

"I don't have any."

"You're too soppy not to. But it really is a relief. I'm looking forward to five years as a lightweight."

"Remember when we were lightweights?" Cohen was smiling now.

"Always."

"It feels like so long ago."

"It was."

"Will we ever have that again? Committee hearings on absolutely nothing, constituents storming into our offices to bitch and complain about stuff we've never heard of, the stupid late-night scheming. I miss it already." His last sentence was spoken quietly, almost involuntarily. He thought sounded pained, or awed, or sanguine. He sounded a combination of the three.

"I intend to get all that back within a few months. You'll have to wait longer, of course."

"Yeah. I'm starting to wonder if I made the right choice."

"I'm wondering the same about the electorate." Carville chuckled.

"Speaking of the electorate, I think I've stolen too many minutes of my life from their claws this morning."

"Morning? God, it's 4:15."

"I need to go, George."

Carville smiled as a jaded man would smile at a dying loved one. "I know you do. Good luck, Nat."

Cohen's eyes were ringed with circles and heavily lidded. Taking one last survey of the skyline, he replied in a forcibly deadpan monotone. "And to you, George. I'll see you soon."

Cohen walked quickly away with his head held low. Partly by necessity, partly to disguise the emotion that had overcome him. Carville stayed for a few minutes more alone. He reasoned that nobody would seek much from an outgoing Prime Minister until morning and that his aides would handle the press appropriately. Turning his buzzing phone off, he slouched over the rail of London Bridge as the first tinges of pink started to rise alongside the dome of St. Paul's Cathedral. He smoked, and he thought of the words he had written seven years ago to be read deep in the bowels of the ocean.

At 4:32, he abruptly stood and walked away.

title: Concession [RF]

question: What does the text say about Nathan Cohen?

answer: Nathan Cohen is a new prime minister. Although he is the one to visit George Carville, the ex-primary minister of London, he is a little late for the meeting. When he does arrive, he apologizes for his lateness. Cohen, who is very tired and upset, scowls at his cigarette. Nathan praises George for being able to withhold such important information, and he looks forward to the years to come. However, Cohen was just full of ironic words when they were done, and he says goodbye to George and walks away.

critique: The answer is a bit confusing and hard to read.

critique: Everything following 'the ex-primary minister of London' is false.

critique: The last two sentences are not relevant to the question.

critique: "full of ironic words" - this is inaccurate. He was full of emotion.

question: What does the text say about George Carville?

answer: George Carville is a former Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. He is meeting with Nathan Cohen, another former Prime Minister, to discuss the results of the election. Carville is melancholy about the results, but he is also looking forward to being a lightweight. He is also looking forward to getting his old life back.

critique: The answer should mention that Carville is meeting Cohen to discuss the Letters of Last Resort.

critique: The answer should mention that Carville is meeting Cohen at the London Bridge.

critique: "He is also looking forward to getting his old life back." - this is incorrect. Carville is looking forward to getting his old life back.

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

critique: Carville is meeting Cohen to discuss the results of the election, but he is not a former Prime Minister.

critique: The answer should mention that Carville wrote the Letters of Last Resort.

critique: "He is also looking forward to getting his old life back." - is incorrect. Carville is looking forward to getting his old life back.

critique: Cohen, not Carville, is the former Prime Minister being discussed.

question: What does the text say about how to handle a political crisis?

answer: No answer

critique: The passage does not discuss how to handle a political crisis.

critique: Nothing is said about this subject, which is a point in itself, but it indicates where some real information is to be found


text:
It was never about the idea of you, it was you. I never wanted a relationship, I told myself there was no way I'd ever consider marriage again before we met. But between all of the little things, the big things, the things others may never even notice...every single part that makes you who you are...I fell for it all.

Within 2 weeks i was in a cloud of feelings I had never remotely felt, I wasn't scared I wanted more..i wanted to feel how you made me feel everyday. The first year or so I had to downplay my feelings and thoughts, you couldn't know how I really felt. I was worried I would scare you away, I had to lie to myself and convince myself I could care less.

I tried to shield and detach myself from developing feelings for liam because he wasn't my child. I tried to protect myself in case something like all of this ever happened by lying myself and not being who I truly wanted to be. It didn't last long, within a few months I found myself thinking about little things he did and thinking of something cute he said to me or did referring to me as mac. I felt like I was a superhero.

Not being able to have children and not having much experience i was always deathly afraid to as much as hold a baby. I had always viewed myself as a broken misfit toy, no real grown self respecting women could ever desire to be with me for an extended period of time. I was someone maybe you would have a little fun with but never even tell your friends about let alone introduce to your parents. Of course I never thought a responsible mother would want me to be a part of raising a child, and even if she did odds are I would find a way for it to all to go terribly, things Kobra usually does.

So when all of these things occurred, and i was someone you could be proud to show off. Or watch your children, help raise them..I was on cloud nine. This was it, she is the one...I am going to get that white picket fence and family I've always secretly desired more than anything.

My life and overall outlook on life has always been unorthodox, but ultimately when I had dreams of what I wanted my future to be..it was living in a little 3 bedroom house with a white picket fence. Nothing too fancy but in a quite neighborhood. Having a loving household and above all finding this vague undefined blur that was my dream girl.

I never really had any types or ideal looks of who I desired, all I knew is I wanted it to be someone that was worthy of all the love I had to give, someone sarcastic enough to confuse me regularly with jokes. Someone who had the drive to become the best version themself, to become successful in life, someone that looked at me and it was like the world stopped and began to revolve around us.

There I was having found this person, who was almost a mythical figure..progressing in our lives together..ups and downs...a myriad of tiny microscopic moments...each being the best moment in my life...over and over. Each day with her is the best day of my life….over and over. I became spoiled almost, I had stockpiled a million glances of your beautiful eyes staring into my soul...small memories that seem like almost nothing in the moment. I became spoiled...i took those for granted. I just assumed we would live happily ever after no matter what. How could we not...time passes..stress builds...money is tight...spirits are low.

The millions of microscopic moments begin to be more spread out...I still don't notice. I'm still in a fog, a feeling of invincibility that I have acquired being with you also doubles as numbness and tunnel vision.

And here we are...would I rather things had went more like the storybook it began as...yes. I have no idea what the rest of our story entails, but one thing I know with all my heart...this isn't the way the story ends. And maybe one day our lives can become the wonderful picturesque illustration I had always dreamed about. I can only hope by reading this you begin to understand that we are meant to write the rest of the pages to this story together…..

To be continued

Love,
Kobra

(She reads reddit religiously so I'm hoping she sees this...I can only hope. I have always enjoyed writing but it has always been lyrics mostly. In no way do I feel I'm a competent writer I just enjoy putting my thoughts and feelings out for people to see. I hope you enjoy! PS kobra was an inside joke between us that I referred to myself in the third person haha)

title: [RO] Incomplete: A Modern Love Story by Kobra

question: What does the text say about the woman the narrator loves?

answer: The story is written as a love letter addressed to a woman named Kagami, or Kagami Kobra. The narrator fell in love with her pretty much instantly. Kagami is her child's caretaker and fatherless child, someone who can easily fit into the narrator's future plans. She's a smart, caring, and beautiful person with a drive to be successful in life. She and the narrator share memories and are on the same page regarding their dreams of the future. However, the dreams that bind them start to unfold, and Kagami stops caring as much.

critique: The answer is not clear about the narrator's relationship with Kagami.

critique: "The story is written as a love letter addressed to a woman named Kagami, or Kagami Kobra." - the name Kagami Kobra is a pseudonym used in the story for the unknown woman being addressed. The full name is omitted.

critique: The narrator is no longer in love with Kagami when the story is written.

critique: 'Kagami Kobra' is the author's username on Reddit, not the woman's name.

critique: The name Kagami Kobra is not mentioned in the text.

critique: This answer is incorrect and contains a lot of irrelevant information.

critique: The narrator and Kagami are in a relationship, not a marriage.

critique: The model's use of Kobra is not correct because the woman's name is Kagami.

critique: "The story is written as a love letter addressed to a woman named Kagami, or Kagami Kobra." - this is incorrect. The story is not written as a love letter.

critique: "Fatherless child" - change to "fatherless"

critique: The woman's looks, where the narrator and Kagami wanted to live, and their dreams were not mentioned in the passage

critique: The woman Kagami is allegedly the narrator's partner.

critique: The answer is not clear about the narrator's feelings for Kagami.

critique: The answer is inaccurate and should be rewritten.

question: What does the text say about the narrator?

answer: No answer

critique: No answer is given. The narrator's name is Kobra, and he is writing a letter to his significant other.

critique: The answer is incorrect and no response is necessary.

critique: The answer is incorrect because the text does provide information about the narrator.

critique: The answer is misleading and should be re-written.

critique: There is a lot of information about the narrator.

critique: This response is not accurate. It is necessary to point out that the narrator describes him or herself as uniquely unattractive and a misfit, and considered a broken toy by others. The narrator is unique and has a unique, unorthodox outlook on life that he or she cares about the most.

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

answer: No answer

critique: No answer is given, but the story describes the narrator's fantasies of having a family, along with a house with a white picket fence.

critique: The text does mention the narrator's family.

critique: No answer is given, but the text does mention the narrator's family

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator's family was an issue with her relationship with her partner, or that her family was never mentioned.

critique: The response misses to mention that the narrator is a single parent.

critique: There is no family mentioned in the text


text:
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.

[Gay Cure in the (Fort Worth Weekly]
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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 Republican member of the California Assembly and a candidate for Governor. He says that if the bill passes, it would ban the Bible in California. He says that it is an attack on free speech.

critique: "This is really directly hitting at our First Amendment rights as American citizens." is evidence that he thinks it's an attack on free speech.

critique: The second sentence is a bit misleading, as it's not clear what it means.

critique: The answer omits that Allen says it is an attack on free speech.

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

critique: "He says that it is an attack on free speech." - this is inaccurate. Allen said it would ban the Bible in California.

critique: The answer could include a more specific quote from Allen.

question: Summarize what the bill does.

answer: If the bill is passed and implements harsher punishments, then the person performing 'gay cure' therapy will be penalized.

critique: It's not really clear what the text means by harsher punishments.

critique: The answer should mention that the bill would make the practice illegal.

critique: The response misses to mention what the bill does.

critique: The answer fails to mention what the bill does.

critique: The answer is too vague. It should mention that the bill would make it illegal to sell books that challenge gender identity ideology.

critique: The answer should mention that the bill would make it illegal to advertise the therapy.

question: What does the text say about books?

answer: No answer

critique: The response misses to mention that the bill does not prevent the sale of religious texts or other books.

critique: The response misses to mention that the bill would not prevent the sale of religious texts or other books.

critique: The answer should mention the Alliance Defending Freedom's memo.

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

answer: No answer

critique: The text does not mention the federal government's opinion on the bill.

critique: The text does not mention anything about the federal government's opinion on the bill.

critique: The question is asking for a direct response.

critique: The text does not explicitly say anything about the federal government's opinion on the bill.

critique: The article does not mention the federal government's opinion on the bill.


text:
Jeffery was sitting in his statistics class nodding away as the information was simply passing by him. He could hardly wait to get out of class. Mondays, and Fridays were fine because there was a small chance of him seeing her. However, on Wednesdays she was always on time. He could see it now walking out from his this room strolling down Taylor Mall. Casually looking over to his right, and there she would be in a sunflower dress with dark hair writing in her journal. He could feel it now the sun beating down on him, and the wind tickling his skin. Jeffery would spend hours every day imagining how he would ask her to a date.  Perhaps Coffee, no she wouldn’t like coffee it’s obvious she likes tea. The courage he needed wasn’t there; he couldn’t talk to girls especially beautiful ones like her. The clock was ticking away, and the professor closed his book with a loud thud. Everyone got up, and started to leave. Jeffery was so deep into though that he didn’t hear class was over so early. Looking at the clock he knew he had time to stroll around in the building. She wouldn’t be there until 12:30.
Jeffery walked out and down the hall to his right. Ahead of him was the journalist building. He thought why not pop on by, and see what they were up to. He fixed his tie, and walked in. The building was much more impressive than the criminal justice one. Newly remolded it held three floors, and a news station on top. All of the students were moving around through the building all dressed nice, and talking about current events. College always had the optimistic feel to it especially on Wednesdays. Jeffery looked around the room. I may as well take a seat, I still have ten minutes. He sat there and opened up his favorite book, and started to read. Behind him he could hear the television blaring news programs. Another new part of the build was a massive projector showing news around the clock. Give me a good book any day.
He wasn’t a page in when he heard “Some of the most difficult of challenges is taking the first step.”
Jeffery turned kept listening. “We have to fight for what we want, and never take no for answer. Today may be the last day we have on earth.” Jeffery was feeling something moving inside of him, a strange inspiration. “So with this last day we will love like there is no tomorrow, fight like there is no tomorrow, and live like there is no tomorrow.” YES, Jeffery thought yes that’s right I have to tell her. He turns around to see where this new motivation comes from. On the scene is black and the words come up “Ford.” Why do car commercials always have the best inspiration? His watch started to beep he looked down 12:25. This was it he was about to see her. He got up, but the inspiration he felt still lingered with him. His breathing picked up, and he started to walk at a brisk pace. This was something different this was something new. He was going to ask her to a date today. He was actually going to talk to her. He started moving faster and faster almost running to the door. He quickly opens it. I’m going to do it I can do it. He rounds the corner to Taylor mall and stops to look for her. In his excitement he began to frantically search. She wasn’t on the grass like she normally was, or on any of the benches. He felt the need to keep looking. It was Wednesday she had to be here. There was no mistake she wasn’t here. He went over to where she normally sat a small group of people were there talking.
“Excuse me, have you seen a pretty girl with long dark hair in a Sun Flower dress?”
They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. One of the other girls sitting there spoke up to Jeffery, “What’s her name?”
His face went white. In all of the time that he had been dreaming about her he never knew her name. He began to run down Taylor mall in embarrassment. He reached the edge of the street. Defeated, and broken he would get on the train back to his small dorm. Today college, and Wednesday lost their hopeful optimism.  Jeffery reached back to get his train card, and realized that his wallet was missing. Perfect as if today couldn’t get any worse. He started to head back to the journalist building where he thought he lost it. We walked in, and climbed up the stairs. He got to his couch, and saw no wallet. His heart sank again. He lost his wallet, lost hope of asking the most beautiful girl out on a date, and embarrassed himself doing it. He turned to walk home when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see the prettiest girl with long dark hair in a sunflower dress standing there. He felt his heart jump for joy, and he said “Hello”
“Your Jeffery Snipe right? I have your Wallet.”
He reached out and grabbed it brushing her hand he felt his heart melt some. “T-thank you, I’m Jeffery”
She smiled warmly “Jeff… I am Summer.” She paused for a moment looking at him warmly,  “can I tell you something Jeff?”
Jeff still bewildered nodded. Summer looked away then back at him “It might sound creepy but every Wednesday at 12:30 I wait for you to come out of class so I can see your smiling face, but I have never had the courage to ask you to a date.”

title: [RO] Summer

question: What does the text say about the school Jeffery goes to?

answer: Jeffery goes to the Criminal Justice Department at Taylor Mall.

critique: The answer should mention the building Jeffery visits.

critique: The following details are omitted and should be included: the school being impressive, Jeffery taking a seat at the news building on campus, and the news studio where the projector shows 24-hour news.

text: "Jeffery goes to the Criminal Justice Department at Taylor Mall." - this is inaccurate and doesn't say anything about the school Jeffrey goes to.

question: What does the text say about Summer?

answer: Summer is a girl that Jeffery likes. She is a student at the college Jeffery attends. She wears a sunflower dress, has dark hair, and carries a journal. She waits for Jeffery to come out of class every Wednesday so she can see his smiling face. She has never had the courage to ask him out on a date.

critique: The model's answer doesn't mention that Summer is the girl that Jeffery sees on Wednesday's at the college.

question: What does the text say about Jeffery's friends?

answer: No answer


text:
BLACKLAND is a historically black neighborhood on the east side of Austin, Texas, located north of Martin Luther King, Jr. Blvd, south of Manor Road, east of I-35, and west of Chestnut Street.[1] The neighborhood was originally known as BLACKLANDS and was settled by Swedish immigrants, but evolved into a predominantly African-American neighborhood following Austin's 1928 City Plan, which called for the relocation of non-white residents to the east side of the city. Up until the 1980s, the neighborhood was targeted for demolition to make way for an expansion of the University of Texas campus.[2] In 1983, the Blackland Community Development Corporation was formed to build, purchase and maintain housing for low-income families and special populations.[3]

History

Blackland was originally a farming community founded and organized in the 1800s by Swedish immigrants who settled in the area due to the rich, dark soil that was good for growing crops.[4] The neighborhood was originally known as “Blacklands”, named for the Blackland Prairie.[5] By the turn of the 20th century, much of the farmland in the neighborhood was developed with streets and houses, most of which were built far apart on large lots. In 1927, the city of Austin passed its 1928 City Plan, which mandated that social services such as schools and hospitals be made available to African-Americans, but only on the east side of East Avenue (present-day Interstate 35). Additionally, many neighborhoods in North and West Austin adopted restrictive covenants that prevented home sales to non-whites. These measures drove many African-American families to East Austin neighborhoods, including Blacklands.[6]

In the 1930s, the neighborhood's growing African-American population constructed new housing, often filling in the gaps between the neighborhood's existing far-apart homes built in the 19th Century. In the 1950s, blues musician Robert Shaw moved to the neighborhood and opened a grocery store and barbershop called the “Stop and Swat”.[7] By the 1960s, the neighborhood's name became known as “Blackland” and suffered from a lack of economic investment and disenfranchisement caused by racial discrimination.[8]

In 1965, the Texas Legislature granted the University of Texas Board of Regents approval to use eminent domain to acquire land for expanding the University. In the Spring of 1965, the University began buying individual parcels of land to the north, south, and east of the existing campus, including in the Blackland neighborhood, in hopes of using the land to relocate the University's intramural fields, baseball field, tennis courts, and parking lots.[9] Speculators bought much of the neighborhood's devalued property in order to sell it at a profit to the University. This led to cheaper rent for residents at the expense of deteriorating housing conditions.[10] The University Board of Regents focused on expansion eastward, as the east side's lower property values would lower the cost of acquisition. During the talks of annexation, the University and the City of Austin referred to Blackland neighborhood as the “Winn Tract” (named after an elementary school in the area), the “University East Project”, or the Eastern Renewal Area".[11]

In 1980, the University announced plans to annex all the land between I-35 and Chicon Street, nearly half of the Blackland neighborhood. In 1981, the Blackland Neighborhood Association was formed to protect the Blackland residents' property rights; the neighborhood association later regrouped as the Blackland Community Development Corporation (CDC).[12] Following 12 years of negotiations, the Blackland CDC and the University reached a compromise, which allowed the University to annex the land between I-35 and Leona Street to build the Red and Charline McCombs Field and other auxiliary buildings; at the same time, the University divested all of its previously-acquired property east of Leona Street back to the Blackland CDC.[13]

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title: Blackland, Austin, Texas

question: Why did most black families move to Blackland?

answer: Many neighborhoods in the city of Austin adopted restrictive covenants that prevented home sales to non-whites, driving many African-American families to East Austin neighborhoods, including Blacklands.

critique: The answer should mention that the covenants were adopted in the 1920s.

critique: Shifting from plural to singular voice: "Many neighborhoods in the city of Austin adopted restrictive covenants that prevented home sales to non-whites, driving many African-American families to East Austin neighborhoods, including Blacklands."

critique: The answer could be more specific about the covenants.

critique: The answer should mention that Blackland was also close to downtown Austin.

question: What are the reasons behind the University of Texas' divestments of its Blackland properties?

answer: The University of Texas wanted to expand its campus eastward. The Blackland neighborhood was a prime location for this expansion. However, the Blackland neighborhood was also home to many low-income families and special populations. The University of Texas wanted to relocate these families and populations to other parts of the city. The Blackland CDC and the University of Texas reached a compromise that allowed the University to annex the land between I-35 and Leona Street to build the Red and Charline McCombs Field and other auxiliary buildings. At the same time, the University divested all of its previously-acquired property east of Leona Street back to the Blackland CDC.

critique: The answer does not answer the question.


text:
								Rider

My mom has always been supportive of my career as a musician. My dad never got around to it. The only bands he’d ever listen to were the Beatles and Rolling Stones. He wanted the Beatles played at his funeral, which he got. My mom never talks about the music that she listens to  except for her uncle Alan who toured the Midwest in the 50’s as a troubadour;  he’s still famous in our town.
	I haven’t been home in a while, not that I miss it much. I moved to LA when I was 23. I was bored by the people, bored by my job at the grocery store and tired of not seeing anything happening. When I moved I had most of my” LA-experiences” during the first six months, right drugs- wrong people, that sort of thing. I thought the substances would inspire me as it seemed to inspire others but that never happened. I also played some gigs with local small-timers but it never amounted to much.
	My fourth summer in LA came around and thats when I met Terrie outside a used-car shop. I’d been looking to replace dad’s station-wagon that I’d driven to the coast.As  I was standing there looking over some of my options I saw the glint of peroxide-blonde hair and sweaty fish-net stockings out of the corner of my eye. I remember the coral lipstick, which I later learned was her favorite, so shiny on those lips. She walked up to me to bum a cigarette. As I’d recently quit smoking I apologized and told her I didn’t have any on me. Disappointed, she asked me for a lighter to borrow if she could bum a smoke from a man that was standing by a newsstand across the street. I didn’t have a lighter either but I reached into my vest pocket for the book of matches I always kept there. As I handed it to her she thanked me and smiled in the most heartbreaking manner that I knew that I had to make her mine. Although I was more of what you might call the singer-songwriter type than a rocker this girl with her glam rock look was something else. Underneath that done up exterior I could see that she was pretty in an old-fashioned way. Later, when we were married, I used to tell her that she was like a burning wheat field blowing in the summer wind; she never understood what I meant. Our courtship was fast on because on account of her parents being strictly religious. Terrie was only 21 when we married but they consented and gave us their blessing because I was “a good God-fearing Midwestern boy.”

	Through Terrie I got more involved in the rock scene and discovered I had a knack for writing catchy riffs. I joined one of the local outfits who were in need of a guitarist and shortly after that we played as support band for one of the west coasts most famous bands on their US tour. Crazy days of touring and debauchery followed but after rising tensions in the band and disagreements with our management we decided to call it quits.
	Then Terrie got pregnant. She was excited but seeing as her job at the record store didn’t pay much and my being unemployed, I was worried to say the least. Fortunately I lucked out in joining as a touring and studio session guitarist with a band that had just signed a big deal with a major label. Unfortunately this mean being on the road for long stretches at a time. things quickly went downhill in our relationship and it was while touring in Japan that I got the terrible news that Terrie had suffered a miscarriage. She was inconsolable and quit her job. I tried to be home as much as I could to care for her but my contractual obligations took me out of town again. things between us never recovered after that and I blame myself for that. Two months after the loss of our child iÍ got a call from Roy, a sergeant in the Marines who tells me he’s in love with my wife and she is in love with him and they are going to Germany. While this news hurt at first I can’t say I was surprised; I kept my nose to the grind to give me something else to think about. One tour lead to another and after 5 years the band went through a lineup change and I was thrust into the role of frontman. Evidently I did something right as we quickly started selling out the largest arenas and stadiums. We got through 3 good tours before ticket sales started to dwindle. These days we play to fairly large clubs and such, I don’t complain, seeing as it brings in good money. I live a private and enjoyable life.
	I’ve never met Terrie since our marriage ended but last I heard Roy was killed in a combat exercise and she had gotten remarried to a journalist. Even though our relationship went to pieces I still cherish terrie and our times together.
	At the venues we play the band usually has extensive requirements to ensure their comfort. My only requests on the rider are one ham sandwich and two fingers of bourbon. I usually go out into whichever city we’re playing that night and walk around while eating my sandwich. Even though the band is still fairly popular people seldom recognize me off the stage. I also try to find a bookstore to buy something by a local author for those long flights and bus rides. Just before showtime I’ll find a quiet spot in the venue and toast my parents, my hometown and my Terrie.

title: First Short story post(sorry bout the amount of suckiness)

question: What does the story say about the narrator's success as a musician.

answer: He belonged to local outfits in the music scene, and then he joined another band as a touring and session guitarist. The band had just signed a big deal with a major label, which meant going on the road for a long time. In this band, he rose as a frontman and sold out large arenas. It didn't make world-wide success, but it is quite okay.

critique: The lyrics and singing along with the guitar riffs sentences are redundant.

critique: Doesn't mention the number of tours they did.

critique: The narrator's success is not limited to the band he was in.

critique: The band didn't make worldwide success, but it is quite okay.


text:
I sensed a change in the barometric pressure before it hit. The merciless July heat tapered off as a welcome breeze lightly caressed my cheek. If a person stood in the shade for too long, they might have mistaken it for a perfect spring day. The birds were singing. It felt fantastic to be alive but it was a saccharine moment. An ugly storm was on the horizon.

Prior to that, I’d been sipping cool lemonade on the front porch in my Adirondack chair. I heard a distant thunderclap which threatened to quash the temperate afternoon fantasy. The approaching storm drifted closer and I wondered if it was cause for alarm. Living in ‘tornado alley’, it’s always in the back of my mind. The clouds turned dark purple and then an ugly shade of gray. Only in hindsight did I learn what terror it carried within.

Not wanting to get soaked, I went inside to avoid the upcoming cloud burst. No sooner than I had closed the door, heavy droplets started pinging the rooftop. The melodic tempo was soothing at first but as the intensity increased, its gentle rhythm was lost. Not only did the rain intensify, but the atmospheric theatrics took my breath away. Angry bolts of lightning menaced the sky. I was glad to be inside.

Then the hail came. First it was mixed with rain. It would’ve been easy to mistake it for just larger raindrops. Soon however, the ice pellets were the size of golf balls. They savagely pounded the roof. Then I heard my car windshield shatter from the merciless barrage. Even my house windows were not immune. They were under attack as the wind flung the frozen projectiles sideways at them.

A look out of my picture window brought a far worse sight. In the distance was the unmistakable shape of a deadly funnel. It slowly descended to the ground and started destroying everything in its wake. I judged it to be less than two miles away and closing fast. At that distance, I couldn’t outrun it and risked fleeing directly into it’s path, if it changed direction. I had to take cover at home and hope for the best.

The storm grew so ferocious I feared my house would collapse before the tornado even arrived. The walls shook and shuddered. The rising wail of a ‘train whistle’ filled the air. I opened up the windows since they would blow out if the inside wasn’t depressurized. I prepared for the inevitable. Death was on a collision course and nothing could stop it from happening. It slithered toward me as if to wipe away my entire existence. I strongly suspected it might do just that. A thousand bittersweet memories flooded my mind. The roar of the whirling wind drowned out my screams until the maelstrom arrived at my doorstep.

In the eye of the tornado I had a moment of clarity amid the chaos. I watched as debris flew by in a blur. I fully expected to see my roof fly off and the walls shred away. Instead, a pale column of smoke began to seep in through the open window. My fear was already at the limits of human endurance. I was too distracted about the immanent devastation to worry about a strange fog swirling around my home. That is, until it began to separate into distinctively humanoid shapes!

Before my disbelieving eyes, three faceless forms hovered and drifted around the room. The unexplained ‘wraiths’ almost seemed to be assessing the situation. Were they supernatural agents of death? Was the tornado a vehicle for them; or was the storm itself their physical manifestation? Whether they were angels or demons from Hell, I didn’t know. Obviously I tried to avoid drawing any attention to myself. I couldn’t imagine things getting worse than having to deal with a mindless twister but having three spirits officiate it upped the ante.

Regardless of my stealth, they knew I was there; cowering in the corner for a completely new reason. There was a brief hesitation among them as they descended upon me. I could hear shingles being torn from the roof but my sole focus was those three uninvited guests, hovering less than ten feet away. It was positively terrifying. I’ve never been a religious man but it was impossible to deny the supernatural event unfolding in my living room. The irony is that I didn’t expect to survive long enough to share my experience.

My three visitors were stationary for the moment. I felt their somber attention upon me but with no eyes, there was nowhere to focus my view. Their faceless gaze and ashen features chilled me to the bone. I sensed that I was being judged. To what degree or for what reasons, I had no idea. I did my best to project an air of innocence, good will and benevolence. How I came to be faced with not one, but two deadly trials in a single day, I couldn’t imagine.

In perhaps the most expressive form of non-verbal communication I had ever seen, the ethereal ‘judge’ to my left slowly turned a downy shade of virgin white. The full meaning of this gesture escaped me until the middle ‘judge’ also changed its translucent hue. To my great dismay, to that of a blackened lump of coal. Of the three overseers present, it appeared I had one vote for, and one vote against me in this macabre tornado court.

It seemed like an eternity until the final judgment was rendered. Slowly, the third otherworldly spirit took on the same light coloration as the first. The symbolic message I took from the proceeding was that I had been exonerated by a narrow majority vote. The three ‘judges’ drifted back into one unified pillar of smoke and left just as ‘it’ had come.

Outside, the tornado dissipated back to nothingness. The sky above cleared back to normal in a matter of minutes. With the exception of an obvious trail of destruction leading straight to my home, I could hardly believe it even happened. It was like a bad dream. I’m eternally thankful that the three storm judges were favorable to me.

title: [FN] ‘Judgement by three’

question: According to the passage, where did the three alien beings come from?

answer: Probably another world or dimension

critique: The answer is too general. It should mention the possibilities the story offers.

critique: While the answer is plausible, it's not certain from the story

text: The answer should mention that the aliens came with the tornado, coalescing out of thin air.

question: Why was the narrator not surprised at the arrival and magnitude of the storm?

answer: He lives in Tornado Alley and he has been primed for this from a lifetime so he was afraid but not surprised.

critique: "He lives in Tornado Alley" - is vague and must be more specific.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

critique: The narrator has not been primed for the storm from a lifetime. He is surprised by the storm.

critique: The narrator is not afraid before the storm arrives. They are not particularly surprised when the storm does arrive, but it's more that it comes as a surprise that it does not hurt them.

critique: The phrasing of this is a little confusing.


text:
STANDARD CHARTERED SINGAPORE (officially STANDARD CHARTED (SINGAPORE) LIMITED) is the Singapore based subsidiary of British banking and financial services company, Standard Chartered. Opening its first branch in 1859, the bank is the one of the oldest in continuous operation in Singapore.[1] The bank received its Qualifying Full Bank (QFB) licence in October, 1999, being one of the first foreign bank to qualify for the licence.[2]

The bank (Standard Charted (Singapore) Limited) was officially incorporated in 2013 to handle Standard Chartered's Singapore Consumer Banking retail and SME banking business.[3] In 2018, operations of Standard Chartered in Singapore was merged with Standard Chartered Singapore, with the Qualifying Full Bank (QFB) licence transferred to the company. It currently operates a network of 19 branches, 7 Priority Banking centres and 31 ATMs in the country.[4][5][6] The number of ATMs available for customers is expanded through its shared network under the atm⁵ network with Citibank Singapore, HSBC, State Bank of India, Maybank, The Royal Bank of Scotland and Bank of China.

History

[Former Standard Chartered Building (far right).]

1860s to 1980s: Founding and establishment of first branch

Opened in early 1859, the bank, then known as CHARTERED BANK OF INDIA, AUSTRALIA AND CHINA, started off as an agency and was situated in a 3 storeys tall building located between Flint Street and Battery Road, with the third floor being used for staff accommodations.[7] In 1861, the bank was upgraded to a branch and over the following decades, it printed bank notes in Malaya.[8][9] In 1913, the bank acquired land situated between Bonham Street and Battery Road and constructed a new building to house its operations in Singapore. The building which was 4 storeys tall, was completed in 1916 and at that time it also housed the Singapore Chamber of Commerce and Exchange.[10]

Construction of a 44 storey tall skyscraper at Battery Road for the bank's head office was completed in 1984. The building, which was known as the Standard Chartered Building, was the largest Standard Chartered building worldwide and it also represented the largest single investment by a British company at that point of time.[11] Officially opened on 24 October 1984 by Anthony Barber, then chairman of the Standard Chartered Bank, the building stood on the site of the bank's first branch when it was first opened in 1859.[12] In 1986, Khoo Teck Puat, the founder of Maybank acquired a significant stake for US$100 million in the bank's parent, Standard Chartered and later became the single largest shareholder of the banking group.[13][14] Following his death in 2004, the stake valued at £2.3 billion was acquired by Temasek Holdings in 2006, making the investment arm of the Government of Singapore its largest shareholder.[15]

2000s to present: Local incorporation

In 2007, Standard Chartered opened its private banking global headquarters in Singapore[16] and in 2011, the bank moved its Singapore cooperate office to the Marina Bay Financial Centre, after being situated in Raffles Place since 1859.[17] On October 7, 2013, Standard Chartered officially incorporated a local subsidiary of the bank, STANDARD CHARTERED BANK (SINGAPORE) LIMITED. Following the incorporation, the bank's Singapore Consumer Banking retail and SME banking business was transferred to the new subsidiary.[18] In 2018, the operations of Standard Chartered was eventually merged into Standard Chartered Singapore, consolidating all of the group's Singapore operations and becoming the first major foreign bank to do so in Singapore.[19]

Banking services

Consumer Banking

-   Deposit and Savings accounts
-   Credit Cards
-   Loans
-   Mortgages
-   Investments
-   Insurance

Cooperate banking

-   Accounts and Cash Management
-   Loans & Government services
-   Business insurance

Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon

Beginning in 1982, the Singapore Marathon, also known as the Standard Chartered Marathon, is an annual international marathon held on the first Sunday of every December. It is the first competitive marathon in Singapore with an estimated participation size of 15,000 runners at its inaugural race on December 5, 1982.[20] Since then, the race has grown to attract many international marathoners to participate in the annual race and the 2013 event attracted a total of 60,000 entrants for all categories.

Incidents

In 2017, Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon announced its bid to join the Abbott World Marathon Majors event.[21] In 2019, the full- and half-marathons were held in the evening in order to fulfil criteria to be listed in the Abbott World Marathon Majors, instead of the usual flag off timing at dawn. This caused major traffic disruptions as traffic was at a standstill for 3 hours and drew criticism from the public as wedding banquets held in town also encountered problems, with guests and vendors unable to make the functions in time.[22]

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title: Standard Chartered Singapore

question: Summarize the traffic issues caused by the erection of the Standard Chartered Singapore Headquarters.

answer: The Standard Chartered Singapore Headquarters was erected in 1984, and the Singapore Marathon was held in the same year. The race was held at dawn, and the traffic was at a standstill for 3 hours. This caused major traffic disruptions as wedding banquets held in town encountered problems, with guests and vendors unable to make the functions in time.

critique: The Singapore Marathon was not held in 1984.

critique: The marathon was held in 2019, not 1984.

critique: The Standard Chartered Singapore Headquarters was not erected in 1984.

critique: The marathon was not held in the same year as the building was erected.

critique: "The race was held at dawn, and the traffic was at a standstill for 3 hours." - this is inaccurate. The race was held in the evening and the traffic was at a standstill for 3 hours.

critique: The traffic issues were caused by the Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon, not the erection of the Standard Chartered Singapore Headquarters.

question: Summarize the bank's competition in the East Asian market.

answer: No answer

critique: The question is asking for a summary of the bank's competition in the East Asian market.

critique: "Their closest competitor in Singapore is Citibank Singapore..." is evidence that Standard Chartered Singapore does have at least one competitor in Singapore, Citibank Singapore. Include that Standard Chartered Singapore and their competitor, Citibank Singapore, shares an ATM network.


text:
RICHARD “RIP” RAPSON (born March 16, 1952) is an American attorney and philanthropist serving as CEO of the Kresge Foundation. He began his career as a congressional aide to Donald M. Fraser during Fraser's last two terms in the United States House of Representatives. After attending Columbia Law School, Rapson joined the law firm of Leonard, Street & Deinard to practice law while also serving on the board of several organizations. In 1989, Fraser, who had become mayor of Minneapolis, appointed Rapson as his deputy mayor and, in 1993, Rapson unsuccessfully ran for mayor to succeed Fraser.

After leaving the Minneapolis City Hall, Rapson became a fellow at the University of Minnesota and then was appointed president of the McKnight Foundation in Minneapolis. In 2006, he moved to the Detroit area to become CEO of the Kresge Foundation. He has led the foundation in a number of philanthropic endeavors to revitalize and rescue Detroit from bankruptcy.

Early life and education

Richard “Rip” Rapson[1] was born on March 16, 1952,[2] in Bonn, Germany,[3] to Mary and Ralph Rapson.[4] In 1954, the family moved to Minneapolis, Minnesota, where Ralph became head the University of Minnesota School of Architecture[5] and a prolific architect in the city.[6] Mary said that their son was nicknamed Rip because he was “kicking and moving” even in the womb.[7] He has a younger brother, Thomas (“Toby”), who also became an architect at their father's architectural firm.[8][9]

At Marshall-University High School, Rip Rapson was a baseball pitcher, played basketball, tennis and learned to play the trumpet.[10] He chose to attend Pomona College in California which he believed had a good tennis team.[11] In 1974, he graduated magna cum laude from Pomona with a bachelor of arts degree in political science.[12]

Career

After college, Rapson was hired by Arvonne Fraser, who ran her husband Donald M. Fraser's offices in Washington, D.C., when he served as a United States Representative from Minnesota.[13] Rapson was a congressional aide from 1974 to 1978 during Fraser's last two terms in the U.S. congress.[14][15] He worked as a liaison between Fraser's Washington office and his local district office in Minneapolis as well as contributing to the writing and passage of the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness Act of 1978 to protect the Boundary Waters Canoe Area in Minnesota.[16][17]

Rapson then graduated from Columbia Law School with a J.D.[18][19] and joined the law firm of Leonard, Street & Deinard. He became a partner at the firm[20][21] and remained there from 1981 to 1988.[22] He also served on the Library Board, the Board of Estimates and Taxation, and the boards of 13 other organizations in the city during that period.[23]

On March 14, 1989, Fraser, who had become mayor of Minneapolis, appointed Rapson as his deputy mayor, effective April 15, 1989, to succeed Jan Hively. As deputy mayor, Rapson was in charge of liasoning with the Minneapolis City Council.[24] He was also responsible for the creation of a $400 million Neighborhood Revitalization Program and chaired its implementation committee.[25][26]

Rapson ran in the 1993 Minneapolis mayoral elections against Richard Jefferson, a member of the Minnesota House of Representatives, and Sharon Sayles-Belton, president of the city council.[27][28] Rapson relied on a grassroots campaign, receiving only 4% of his funding from political action committees.[29]

After his unsuccessful bid for mayor of Minneapolis, Rapson accepted a senior fellowship at the University of Minnesota.[30] He then served for six years as president of the McKnight Foundation in Minneapolis.[31]

In 2006, Rapson was appointed CEO of the Kresge Foundation, a foundation based in Troy, Michigan, a suburb of Detroit.[32] He was responsible for a number of large grant programs made by the foundation including a $100-million grant to bring financial stability to the Detroit Institute of Arts whose art collection was owned by the city when it went bankrupt in 2013 and was being considered for sale to cover the city's debt.[33] Together with Gerald Rosen, a U.S. district court chief judge. and Darren Walker of the Ford Foundation which chipped in another $125 million,[34] Rapson helped organize a “grand bargain” as proposed by Judge Rosen,[35][36] with other contributions from a number of foundations and the state of Michigan, to keep the art collection from being liquidated and help preserve pensions for city retirees, whose retirement funds were also at risk.[37]

[Rapson at the May 2017 opening of the QLine streetcar in Detroit, Michigan] Under his leadership, the foundation contributed $150 million to the implementation of the Detroit Future City plan to revitalize the city[38][39] and also spurred the development of the QLine streetcar project in downtown Detroit.[40][41] Rapson is a founding member on the board of directors of M-1 Rail, a non-profit organization which built, owns, and operates the QLine.[42][43][44] He also serves on the Detroit board of directors of the Federal Reserve Bank of Chicago.[45] As CEO of the Kresge Foundation, as of 2017, Rapson manages the organization's $3.8 billion in assets and 105 full-time employees.[46]

Personal life

Rapson married Gail Johnson in August 1989.[47] They have two children.[48]

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title: Rip Rapson

question: What does the story say about Rapson's career?

answer: After getting a bachelor degree in political science from Pomona college, he was hired by Arvonne Fraser to work in her husband's congressman's office. He served as a congressman's aide for four years before going to law school, which he recently graduated from. He went to Leonard, Street, & Deinard and made partner, and overall, spent seven years there. During his last few years in the firm, he also served on the boards of several organizations in Minneapolis. He became Minneapolis' deputy mayor after his boss, Donald, who was now the city's mayor, appointed him. He ran for mayor but lost, and didn't get the job after serving as deputy mayor. He then got a fellowship at the University of Minnesota, and the following year, became the president of the McKnight Foundation in Minneapolis. He ascended to the role of the CEO of the Kresge Foundation in Michigan in 2006.

critique: Does not mention his work with the Kresge Foundation.

question: What does the story say about Rapson's education?

answer: Rapson graduated from Marshall-University High School. He chose to attend Pomona College in California. He graduated from Pomona with a bachelor of arts degree in political science. He then graduated from Columbia Law School with a J.D.

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

question: What does the story say about Rapson's wife?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that Rapson married Gail Johnson in 1989.

critique: This is false. The story does say something about Rapson's wife.


text:
Dawn of Darkness
Dark clouds blocked out the sun. Thunder rolled and boomed, as lightning lit up the skies. Below, the salty waves tossed and tumbled, growing larger as the wind whipped and raged from the north. The rain came down in torrents, pelting the deck of the wooden ship, and soaking the wood. The first mate barked out orders to the crew who busied themselves to carry those orders out. The sails were taken in, so as to not be blown off course. The idea was to wait out the storm, as the waves weren’t so bad that they needed to get out of danger. Near the bow, on top deck, a woman cloaked in a silver robe stood by a man who was robbed in royal purple. Both had crowns fastened to their heads. Soldiers stood by, on edge from the storm, but otherwise relaxed. The man smiled down at his wife and looked to the small bundle of joy she held in her arms. A small child, nearly a year old, rested against her mother’s breast. She had dark, nearly obsidian black hair. Her emerald green eyes were closed now, resting while the storm raged on around them. Her little fingers curled tightly around her mother’s necklace. Their calm was shattered by the sound of lightning as it hit the main mast. The following boom of thunder was loud enough to wake the dead. Deckhands scrambled as they tried to put out the fire that was quickly spreading, but another bolt of lighting struck the ship near the stern, and soon they understood their battle with the flames was a lost cause. The captain readied the life boats, and had the king and queen begin to board. A large wave crashed into the side of the ship and the queen and her child were sent flying over the side. The life boat was lowered down into the unforgiving seas. The queen tried to stay close to the boat, but between holding her child’s head above the waves and the weight of her attire, she was quickly losing strength. She felt something brush up against her. The queen was so tired at this point, her arm holding her child threatened to release her. She saw the life boat coming for her, she knew she would be safe soon. But her child.. Suddenly she felt her child being taken from her arms, as if the water itself was wishing her to drop the child. She screamed up at the skies to whatever god might be listening.

“Save my baby, please! Save my Allene!”

Something came up from the waves, a sleek head, covered in scales, long like a horse’s. two horns upon the top of it’s head that looked like blackened icicles, Nearly glowing blue orbs seemed to bring the queen into a state of shock. This was a water dragon. Feared for their ever-changing moods, and loved for their kindness. The desperate mother, without a thought, handed her child up to the dragon, who took it in it’s maw gently. But as the life boats came closer, the dragon’s eyes became a glare. There was a man raging in the small life boat, he was screaming out of fear, and waved a sword in the air. The dragon gave a deep growl and sunk below the waves.

The queen screamed in horror as she watched her baby disappear beneath the black waves, her strength gave out and she began to sink, hoping to join her child in a watery grave. Large hands pulled at her soaked body before she could embrace the darkness that surrounded her and she was pulled into the chaos of life. She sobbed openly as her king held her, the dread and hatred in his eyes was enough to keep the crew silent while they worked on getting everyone safely to shore. The closest line of safety being Conach Moore, an island that held many mountains. On the eastern side there was a small village that would be able to help them get home to Riochtdome.

Beneath the unforgiving waves, in the calm depths of the ocean, the water dragon still carried the young child in it’s maw, a protective barrier surrounded it so that water did not enter the child’s lungs. The dragon had sensed darkness in the King’s heart and sought to save both the mother and the child, but when she had looked for the mother, the king was already pulling her with him. With a heavy heart she took the child to her home, Farlig Dyre. It was a rather large island, filled with forests, mountains, rivers, and plains. It was a beautiful land where Humans dared not tread, and Dragons lived peacefully. She swam up to the edge of the massive cliff that served as a shoreline, digging her claws into the rough earth as she hauled her long, lithe body up the mountainous wall. Her deep blue scales dripped water and left a wet trail as she climbed over the wall and onto the soft lush grass of the northern forest. She placed the now awake, and yet peaceful child, onto the ground. She held her massive head to the sky and beckoned her elders with a roar. As she waited for the sounds of familiar wings beating against the wind, she gathered a few logs and used her claw to dig a small, shallow hole She placed the logs inside and lit a fire with her maw. Her fire was blue, but unlike most fires, it wasn’t as hot as it should be. It was warm, like a sunny day rather than a bursting inferno. She placed the child near the edge of it so as to keep it warm, spreading one of her small wings over her so as to keep her dry. She curled herself up around the child the mother had called Allene, and looked to the skies, awaiting the judgment of her elders.

title: [FN]Dawn of Darkness: The Beginning

question: Summarize the climactic event of the story.

answer: The climax of the story is when the water dragon saves the queen and her child from the sinking ship. The dragon takes the child in its maw and swims to the island where it lives. The dragon places the child near the fire and waits for the judgment of her elders.

critique: The dragon doesn't place the child near the fire; it's the other way around.

critique: The dragon doesn't place the child near the fire. It's the other way around.

critique: The dragon doesn't place the child near the fire, it's the other way around.

critique: The dragon doesn't place the child near the fire. She does this herself.

critique: The dragon doesn't place the child near the fire, but rather shelters the child with her wing.

critique: It's not clear that the climax is when the dragon saves the queen and her child from the sinking ship. The dragon takes the child in its maw and swims to the island where it lives. The dragon places the child near the fire and waits for the judgment of her elders.

critique: The dragon doesn't take the child to her island. The child is dropped off there by the dragon.

text: The dragon wants to save the mother and the kid but can't save the mother because the king is already pulling her back.

question: Summarize how the queen changes over the story.

answer: Initially, she is calm and content, and is blessed with a beautiful baby girl. However, the storm causes her to panic, and she screams in horror as her baby is taken from her arms. She is rescued by the water dragon, who takes the baby in its mouth to protect the infant. The queen is very thankful and grateful to the dragon, but the king's hatred and rage is enough to keep the crew silent as they work on getting everyone safely to shore. The dragon takes the child back to its island, where it places the child near the edge of the fire, protecting her from the elements. The dragon awaits the judgment of its elders.

critique: The response contains irrelevant information.

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

critique: This does not describe her change; it describes the dragon

critique: The response states details irrelevant to the question.

question: Summarize what happened to the ship.

answer: The ship was struck by lightning, which ignited a small fire. The ship began to sink, but the captain and the king and queen were able to get into lifeboats. However, a huge wave crashed into the side of the ship and knocked the king and queen overboard.

critique: The lifeboats were lowered down into the sea.

critique: The queen's baby was also knocked overboard.

critique: The king and queen were able to get onto a lifeboat.

critique: It is omitted that the queen lost her baby.

critique: Not necessary to explain how the king and queen got into life boats.

critique: The answer omits the part where the queen loses her baby to the dragon.

critique: The answer omits the part where the queen loses her baby to the water dragon.

question: What does the story say about the origin of Allene's name?

answer: No answer

critique: The question is answered in the passage.

critique: It is omitted that the origin of the name is that it was chosen by the mother who named the daughter in honor of the woman's sister, Alene, who had passed away.

critique: It is omitted that the name Allene was given to her by her mother.


text:
Super Dan climbed in through the police commissioner's fourth floor office window."You called?" he said with a cocky grin."Yes Dan Man, we need your help and also some of your assistance." said the police commissioner."Hey, hold on! I'm Super Dan, not Dan Man." "Oh," the police commissioner chewed on a finger nail, "the chief inspector and I thought you called yourself Dan Man. We've always called you Dan Man - haven't you noticed previously until up to now?""You have a large 'D' on your chest." pointed out the chief inspector of crime, as he moved a handheld magnifying glass in and out over said 'D'."Well, that's because 'S' is already in use." said Super Dan."Say what?" said the police commissioner."It's being used and basically, is ruled out forever now." said Super Dan."It is?" said the chief inspector, "that's sad.""Yes, well, whatever, a 'D' is what it is" said Super Dan."For Super Dan?" said the chief inspector."That's right." said Super Dan."Not Dan Man." said the police commissioner."No.""Dan Man sounds alright though, don't you think?" said the chief inspector."Look," said Super Dan, his patience coming all unravelled, "anyway - what did you want me for? First I saw a 'P' projected into the night sky - the next minute it was slowly turning around clockwise to form a 'd' in lower case." Super Dan frowned in an obvious manner, "You need to be careful about that, you could have ended up with Pee Man.""We know, we switched it around as soon as we noticed." said the police commissioner."Believe me, you do not want Pee Man turning up unannounced." said Super Dan."Yes, yes," the police commissioner wiped an anxious white handkerchief across his perspiring forehead "for sure - we know Dan Man, we know.""Anyway, now that I am here," said Super Dan, hands on hips, "what is the mission?""Your mission tonight Dan Man, take it or leave it," the police commissioner pulled down on the hem of his waistcoat and pushed his chin forward, "is to fly past every circular intersection roundabout within the county and each bed sheet daubed with birthday greetings that you find, you are to remove - and dispose of in a responsible manner.""Well, okay, fly no, bicycle yes, I accept." said Super Dan."Eliminate these eyesores, this plague upon our land, promise you will not fail us." said the chief inspector."You have my word." said Super Dan."Er-umm, Dan Man," the police commissioner said, "you've laddered your tights."
Two evenings later...
On this occasion, Super Dan rang the front door bell."Dan Man!" cried the chief inspector, ushering Super Dan quickly inside and up the oak banister staircase."Yes! I am here again - and you did it again didn't you, a 'P' and then a 'd'. You really must be much more careful, one of these days you are going to have Pee Man arrive.""Yes - yes, we know - we know." said the chief inspector.They clambered up the next three flights of stairs in silence, until they reached the office where the police commissioner had been waiting, pacing backwards and forwards impatiently."So, what is it this time?" Super Dan said."Dan Man, you remember the task we set you the other night?" said the police commissioner."Y-es, indeed I do." Super Dan said, sashaying his cape over a shoulder with pride."Well what's all this we hear about the makeshift, roadside shrines being cleared away?" said the police commissioner."As well as the birthday bed sheets? We-ll," said Super Dan, "It just seemed a natural extension for the mission, two birds with one stone. I cycled past them at first, barely giving them a second look, but as I got more and more into the bed sheet job, I found I couldn't stop myself.""DAN MAN! You shouldn't have done that!" the police commissioner and chief inspector chorused together (only fractionally out of sync)."..." Super Dan came speechless."Earlier today we received instructions from the lord city mayor, telling us to tell you to go back and reinstate all the makeshift roadside shrines you've taken down." said the police commissioner."What?! Are you serious? Why exactly?" said Super Dan."He wouldn't say - even when pressed to tell. He just wants it all put back." said the chief inspector."How am I going to be able to do that? I can't remember what where went!" said Super Dan."What went where?" cut in the police commissioner, rubbing his thumb across the stubble on his chin."Yes, that as well. If I try to put the makeshift roadside shrines back together, the bereaved families and friends are bound to notice they won't look anything like how they remembered them. I mean - I didn't take any photos as a record, I just tore them down and shoved all the rubbish into black bin bags.  How can you expect me to do this?" said Super Dan."Well Dan Man, you are just going to have to try your best, or..." said the police commissioner."Or what?" said Super Dan."If you do not carry out your instructions successfully, then you'll just have to wait and see what the consequences are."Both the police commissioner and the chief inspector of crime folded their arms across their own chests in a pugnacious fashion, throwing back their heads in loud and demeaning laughter, not stopping until their cheeks ached, as Super Dan hurriedly exited the building.
to be continued...

title: [HM] Birthday Bed Sheets (923 words)

question: Why do the police keep almost summoning "Pee Man"?

answer: It's not clear, but it seems they are trying to summon Super Dan.

critique: Super Dan is not Pee Man, so the answer is wrong.

critique: The police are trying to summon Pee Man, not Super Dan.

critique: This is false. Super Dan is already there.

critique: "It would be better to say that pee man is the consequence they were attempting to avoid."

critique: The police are trying to summon Super Dan, not Pee Man.

critique: It is clear that they are trying to summon Pee Man.

text: The answer should state that they are trying to summon Super Dan by using a lowercase d, but they keep accidentally putting it upside down, resultin in a p.

question: What does Super Dan do that he should not have done?

answer: He disobeys instructions by disposing of roadside shrines.

critique: Super Dan is not instructed to put the roadside shrines back together.

critique: The answer could be phrased as a complete sentence.

critique: The phrasing of the answer is a bit confusing.

critique: In this case, he 'cleaned' up some roadway shrines, which does not necessarily mean 'remove'.

critique: The phrasing of this response needs a lot of work.

critique: The answer should mention the reason for the instructions.

text: He wasn't necessarily disobeying instructions. Rather, the answer should state that he did something he wasn't instructed to do (disposing of the roadside shrines).