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The PROFESSIONAL DOCTORATE IN ENGINEERING (PDENG) is a Dutch degree awarded to graduates of a Technological Designer (engineering) program that develop their students' capabilities to work within a professional context. These programs focus on applied techniques and design, in their respective engineering fields. The technological PDEng designer programs were initiated at the request of the Dutch high-tech industry. High-tech companies need professionals who can design and develop complex new products and processes and offer innovative solutions. All programs work closely together with high-tech industry, offering trainees the opportunity to participate in large-scale, interdisciplinary design projects. With this cooperation, PDEng programs provide trainees a valuable network of contacts in industry. Each program covers a different technological field, for example managing complex architectural construction projects, designing mechanisms for user interfaces for consumer products or developing high-tech software systems for software-intensive systems. Participation in a program that awards the abbreviation PDEng requires at least a Master's degree in a related field.[1]

PDEng degrees can be obtained at three technical Universities in the Netherlands, Delft University of Technology, Eindhoven University of Technology, and University of Twente. Between these universities interscholastic cooperation programs exist like the 4TU Federation and its Stan Ackermans Institute.[2]

Accreditation

The three or two-year, full-time post-master programs all lead to a Professional Doctorate in Engineering (PDEng) degree. At the end a PDEng candidate also confers a Doctorate degree. The programs are certified by the Dutch Certification Committee for Technological Design Programs (CCTO or Dutch: _Nederlandse Certificatiecommissie voor Opleidingen tot Technologisch Ontwerper_), which represents the interests of the organization of Netherlands Industry Entrepreneurs and Employers (VNO-NCW/MKB Netherlands) and the Royal Netherlands Society of Engineers (Dutch: _Koninklijk Instituut Van Ingenieurs - KIVI_).[3] The CCTO's main goal is to ensure that such degrees hold to the high standards established by both academia and industry. The committee reviews these degree programs every five years to ensure continued standards compliance.[4]

Although the PDEng and PhD are both recognised as postgraduate degrees, they are not the same. A PDEng is practically oriented and does not require a body of original academic research to graduate. [5]

History

The Professional Doctorate in Engineering (PDEng) name owes its existence to the adoption of the Bachelor/Master (Ba/Ma) degree system after the Bologna Process. While most Dutch universities adopted the Ba/Ma system in 2001, the PDEng was known as the official Master of Technical Design (MTD) degree until 2004. From that date the Executive Boards of TU/e, TUD and UT decided jointly to use PDEng.

Admission

Application is open to university graduates from the Netherlands and other countries. A trainee must hold at least a Master of Science degree or equivalent, preferably in the exact sciences. Besides, applicant must have an interest in designing solutions for complex technological problems. There can be an assessment and selection procedure before entering a program. The PDEng programs use strict selection criteria to ensure the required high quality. Excellent marks, motivation and a design-oriented attitude are vitally important. A trainee should also have an excellent command of the English language. The exact admission and selection procedures are different at the three locations. All applications are judged by the Selection Committee.[6]

PDEng programs at each location

PDEng programs at the Delft University of Technology

-   Civil and Environmental Engineering (BPE)
-   Bioprocess Engineering (BPE)
-   Chemical Product Design (CPD)
-   Process and Equipment Design (PED)

PDEng programs at the Eindhoven University of Technology

-   Automotive Systems Design (ASD)
-   Clinical Informatics (CI)
-   Data Science (DS)
-   Design of Electrical Engineering Systems - Track Healthcare Systems Design (DEES - HSD)
-   Design of Electrical Engineering Systems - Track Information and Communication Technology (DEES - ICT)
-   Industrial Engineering (IE)
-   Mechatronic Systems Design (MSD)
-   Process and Product Design (PPD)
-   Qualified Medical Engineer (QME)
-   Smart Energy Buildings and Cities (SEB&C)
-   Software Technology (ST)
-   User System Interaction (USI)

PDEng programs at the University of Twente

-   Business & IT (BIT)
-   Civil Engineering (CE)
-   Energy & Process Technology (EPT)
-   Maintenance (MT)
-   Robotics (R)

[1] Requirements and eligibility

[2] Stan Ackermans Institute home page

[3] KIVI, _Ned. Certificatiecom. voor Opleidingen tot Technologisch Ontwerper_ |

[4] PDEng degree program

[5] Data science projects

[6]

title: Professional Doctorate in Engineering

question: Summarize what the article says about the larger field of engineering.

answer: No answer

critique: The response misses to answer the question.

critique: Missing the larger field of engineering.

critique: There is no answer because the question is about the larger field of engineering.


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_JALTA, JALTA_ is a Croatian musical from 1971. Libretto for the musical was written by Milan Grgić, and the director is Vlado Štefančić. Author of the music is the Croatian composer Alfi Kabiljo. First performance was on 28 December 1971 in Zagreb.

Plot

The musical takes place in Yalta, Ukraine, during the Yalta Conference, while Winston Churchill, Joseph Stalin and Franklin Roosevelt were dividing the world. Three valets have arrived to Yalta with them: the Russian, Griša; the American, Larry; and the British, Stanley. They were in charge of guarding and airing out of laundry for the Big Three.

The valets are all placed in the old Aramovski villa, in which the housekeeper Nina Filipovna takes care that everybody lives in friendship and unity. They, too, start to discuss the dividing of the world, and maybe they would succeed if there wasn't for the “Green Meadow”, a small piece of land in the Antarctic of which the Big Three are completely oblivious.

In the meantime, the generals and delegates attending the conference start to notice strange things on the great map of the world located in the recreation room. A mysterious green spot is forming in the Antarctic. All the generals and delegates become upset.

There is a silent war among the valets. They keep getting into conflicts over everything. Nina tries to be the mediator of the group. She splits everything to three equal parts, even a branch they use to dry their clothes. But, open conflict develops among the valets because of that branch. Griša, unbeknownst to the others, starts hanging his clothes all over the whole branch. The others catch him red-handed and a big fight ensues. There is a danger that all of the valets will leave the villa. So, Nina intervenes. She decides to be gentle to each and every one of them. However, it is discovered that she is gentle only with Larry and Stanley. Griša is infuriated. He was betrayed. Open conflict ensues among the valets. A duel.

While they are fighting, a bomb, which is located in the garden of the villa, activates. It starts to spin out of control, begins to smoke and make strange noises. Everybody panics and escapes before it explodes.

Meanwhile, the green spot on the map keeps growing. The generals manage to find out that Nina Filipovna knows something more about that spot. Agents act at once, and arrest Nina. They question her, but she doesn't say anything.

The day of departure comes. Valets are packing. The Aramovski villa is damaged in the bomb explosion, and all of the valets wear bandages.

The agents and generals wish to know everything about the “Green Meadow”. Valets don't say a thing. Then Nina is brought in the room with her hands tied behind her back. Out of fear for Nina, valets agree that they are ready to say everything about the “Green Meadow”, under the condition that Nina is let go. The generals persuade all of them that they have no intentions of dividing the “Green Meadow”. They just wanted to know if there was grass, flowers or butterflies there. When they are told that there was all of those things there and more, the generals are thrilled that there is a piece of land in the world which belongs to no-one and which won't be divided.

Nina is released. She and the valets make a deal that all of them will go to the “Green Meadow” together some day. And who knows, maybe the whole world will become a green meadow some day.

The musical ends with all of the participants singing the song “Neka cijeli ovaj svijet” (“Let This Whole World”).

Music

[Alfi Kabiljo: _Jalta Jalta_, Vienna 2004] Music for Jalta, Jalta was composed by Alfi Kabiljo, which made him famous. Musical is composed of those songs:

1.  “_Uvertira_” (“Overture”)
2.  “_Tri sobara_” (“Three Valets”)
3.  “_Zelena livada_” (“Green Meadow”)
4.  “_Whiskey, votka, gin_” (“Whiskey, Vodka, Gin”)
5.  “_Jalta, Jalta_” (“Yalta, Yalta”)
6.  “_Čunčurluk_”
7.  “_Što će biti s nama sutra_” (“What Will Happen To Us Tomorrow”)
8.  “_Neka cijeli ovaj svijet_” (“Let This Whole World”)

title: Jalta, Jalta

question: What does the story say about the way the world was divided by Churchill, Stalin, and Roosevelt?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer could be a little more specific.

question: What does the story say about Nina's attempts to keep the peace?

answer: Nina is the housekeeper of the Aramovski villa. She tries to keep the peace between the three valets and the generals and delegates attending the conference. She splits everything to three equal parts, even a branch they use to dry their clothes. She is gentle to Larry and Stanley, but not to Griša. Griša is infuriated and they start fighting. Nina intervenes and decides to be gentle to each and every one of them. However, it is discovered that she is gentle only with Larry and Stanley. Griša is betrayed. Open conflict ensues among the valets. A duel.

critique: The response is missing details about Nina's attempts to keep the peace.

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

question: What does the story say about the physical location of the Yalta conference?

answer: The Yalta Conference was held in Yalta, Ukraine. It was the place where Winston Churchill, Joseph Stalin, and Franklin Roosevelt were dividing the world. It was also the place where the three valets (Griša, Larry, and Stanley) were placed.

critique: The answer should mention the mysterious green spot.

critique: The Yalta Conference was held in Yalta, Ukraine. It was the place where Winston Churchill, Joseph Stalin, and Franklin Roosevelt were dividing the world. It was also the place where the three valets (Griša, Larry, and Stanley) were placed.

critique: The location of the conference is not relevant to the question.

critique: Adding that the place where Nina was placed, presumably due to its proximity to the conference.

critique: The answer does not mention the "Green Meadow" which is an important detail about the location of the Yalta Conference.

critique: The valets were placed in the old Aramovski villa.

critique: The Yalta Conference was held in Yalta, Ukraine. It was the place where Winston Churchill, Joseph Stalin, and Franklin Roosevelt were dividing the world. It was also the place where the three valets (Griša, Larry, and Stanley) were placed. - this is unnecessary information and should be removed.

question: Explain the development of the dispute between Grisa, Larry, and Stanley.

answer: The dispute between the three valets started when Nina split everything into three equal parts, even a branch they use to dry their clothes. Grisa, unbeknownst to the others, starts hanging his clothes all over the whole branch. The others catch him red-handed and a big fight ensues.

critique: The answer omits the resolution to the dispute.

critique: The answer omits the twist: Nina is gentle to Larry and Stanley, and Griša is not.

critique: It is omitted that there is a silent war between them.

critique: This response does not fully answer the question being asked.

critique: The answer omits the escalation of the dispute.

critique: The answer omits the resolution of the dispute.


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A short story I wrote for my English class, hope you like it.

Adnan awoke to a chilling gust of wind flooding the room - snagged by the wind tower. In the corner was his father Rashid, slumped on the chair, his leather eyelids closed. Adnan opened the storage pot to find a meagre amount of dates left, and his stomach growled in protest. Rashid had woken up now, and was uttering gibberish. Adnan decided on leaving the dates for his father - he'd be getting a meal later in the day anyway.

Handing him the bowl, Adnan looked into the old man's milky eyes, which had been blinded by the corrosive, saline water of the Gulf. He wondered what it must be like for your senses to disintegrate, for the world to go black.

As he boarded the sturdy dhow, the sun had risen and the winds had settled, and he could almost feel the seering planks of palm wood through his sandles.

"Adnan, collect the stones from the beach!" barked Khalid, the captain. The stones were hefty rocks that were tied to a diver to allow him to sink faster, and collecting them was an arduous task for a slender person like Adnan.

After hoisting them aboard, the rest of the crew had finished preparations, and the boat was set to sail. The sons of the village rushed to the beach and shoved the boat (which of course was futile, but provided them with a sense of achievement), and with a simultaneous heave of the cumbersome oars, they lurched forward and departed, with Khalid staring sternly into the distance, positioned at the keel.

As the boat hesitantly shifted along the glimmering waters, the divers chanted in unison, helping distract them from the worsening fatigue of the relentless rowing. Adnan did not know the lyrics - they predated even his father - but he murmured away regardless. It was four to every oar, and Adnan was nestled between two stocky men who reeked of rancid body odour. He thought he might faint.

"Are you diving today?" he asked one of them, hoping conversation would take his mind off the noxious smells. The man scoffed, and replied

"Haven't gone under in many-a-year, my son."

Khalid ceased the rowing, and deployed the anchor. At this point, the village was barely in sight. Adnan was given his noseclip to clamp onto his nostrils whilst one of the collossi tied a stone to his ankle. Perched on the edge of the boat, he peered downward into the ominous ocean, and it was just as murky and menacing as he remembered: like a mouth opened wide, ready to swallow him whole. He was startled as a large hand clasped his shoulder.
"Don't you dare surface until you've collected twenty," whispered Khalid, and with that he shoved the boy violently overboard.

The stone yanked Adnan into the abyss, as he flailed about helplessly in its grip. Thud. He opened his eyes ever so slightly, and could just discern the boat far above him, the seabed, the fish, and a cluster of coral ahead. Untying the stone, he waded towards the school which circled the coral, and as they dispersed they revealed a cluster of oysters. He scrambled to scoop them into his basket as his lungs began to ache with a longing for air. Springing off the coral, he kicked viciously - journeying back to the dhow above him.

His lungs pressed against his ribs, as his heart pounded - begging to breathe. The gleaming sunlight coaxed him upwards, teasing his weary body which grew weaker by the second. Surfacing, he swallowed a huge intake of the salty air, and panted greedily, inhaling all that he could. Two muscular palms grasped his wrists and plucked him from the water. The man he had talked to previously snatched his basket, and as Khalid examined the harvest, his brow stiffened.

"This is eighteen."

"Some - some must have fallen out! I was running out of breath!" pleaded Adnan, frightened about the possibility of punishment.

"You can get to work opening what you brought up. When you finish that, you can dive again, alone this time. Oh - and you can forget about lunch."

Adnan was distraught. How would he feed himself? He was penniless, his house a relic of his family's past affluence. He had an old man to attend to, a stomach to appease. He trudged over to his basket on the floor, and equipped himself with a blade, and set to work opening the oysters. He prised open the first one, and discarded the empty oyster into the food pile - they'd be eaten later. The second one was similarly worthless, and the prospects seemed bleak.

On the ninth pearl, Adnan slotted the knife into the small gap of the oyster, and exerted as much force as he could to open it. In an instant, the blade slipped, and sliced his hand. Adnan winced, which attracted the attention of Khalid, who glanced at him suspiciously, before returning to his rope tying. Adnan scattered to collect the pearl that he had dropped onto the floor, and inside, resting in the slithery meat, like some holy offering from a  pilgrim, like a sacred gift from the heavens, lay a swollen, milky sphere, as large as a marble. It was gorgeous, the most perfect thing he had ever laid eyes upon.

He looked up. There were two others near him, all too preoccupied opening oysters to have noticed. Khalid was still working on the ropes it seemed. This could change his life. He could pocket the pearl and flog it for enough money to provide for him and his father for a year, maybe more. He extracted the pearl from its sanctuary and slipped it in his pocket. He knew of the consequences. He would lose his hand. He would be ostracised. Maybe even killed. Before he could rethink his decision, Khalid was looming over him.

"Found any pearls?" he enquired accusingly.

"N-not so far," replied Adnan. Suddenly, Khalid's hand grabbed his ear lobe, and tore him over to the side of the dhow.

"Then you can go down again and find me twenty more," he commanded. The stocky man who he had befriended was tying his stone on, and caught Adnan's eye with a sorrowful look.

Adnan plunged himself into the dark water, and he gently drifted to the bottom, like a piece of cloth. His stone landed, and it threw up a cloud of sand which slithered up his legs, before perishing and falling to the floor. He reached down to untie the string, but the knot wasn't like before, it was complicated and had stubby ends that he couldn't pinch. Panicking, he blew bubbles frantically, and as he despairingly traced their erratic trail with his eyes, the delicate beams of the Arabian sun which pierced the water were eclipsed by the silhouette of a migratory boat.

title: [MF] The Pearl

question: What does the story say about Adnan?

answer: Adnan is a slender person who is tasked with collecting stones from the beach. He is the son of Rashid, an old man who is blind. Adnan is a poor man who has no money to feed himself and his father. He is also tasked with opening oysters for Khalid, the captain, who is also his father's employer.

critique: The answer omits the most important part of Adnan's character.

critique: It's omitted that Adnan is a pearl diver.

critique: It's clear that Rashid is his father and Khalid is his employer, however there's no evidence to suggest that even though the men seem related and Khalid is the captain, Khalid is Adnan's father.

critique: The answer should mention his plan to steal a pearl.

critique: The answer omits that Adnan is tempted to steal a pearl from the oysters he is opening.

critique: The story does not say that Adnan is poor.

text: The story does not say that Khalid, the captain, is also his father's employer.

category: accuracy

question: What does the story say about Adnan and Rashid?

answer: Adnan manages to awaken his father from a deep sleep and leaves a relatively small amount of dates in the storage pot for his father. Adnan leaves to work with Khalid, and he is to collect stones from the beach for the boat, leaving his dad behind. Summarize everything relating to Rashid in the story.

critique: There is no evidence to suggest Adnan manages to awaken his father from a deep sleep.

critique: The response is missing the part where Adnan is diving for pearls and finds one.

critique: The answer is irrelevant and should be removed.

critique: It is not clear that Adnan leaves his father behind.

critique: "Adnan manages to awaken his father from a deep sleep and leaves a relatively small amount of dates in the storage pot for his father." - Adnan only managed to get a modest amount. Rashid looks dead and is seriously ill. The question asks to "summarize everything relating to Rashid" and the responseensional directly contradicted itself. Rashid should appear only twice in the narrative: 2017 and after diving underwater.

critique: The response inaccurately mentions that Adnan leaves his father behind.

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

text: It is omitted that Adnan's father is blind and that they are very poor. Adnan finds some dates left but decides to leave them for his father.

category: coverage

question: What does the story say about Khalid?

answer: Khalid is the captain of the boat. He is stern and commanding. He is also the one who shoves Adnan overboard. He also shoves Adnan back into the water to collect more oysters.

critique: The answer should mention that Khalid is the one who gives Adnan the order to collect the pearls.

critique: It's omitted that Khalid is the one who gives Adnan his task of collecting the stones from the beach.

critique: The answer should mention that Khalid is the one who shoves Adnan overboard to collect the stones.

critique: "He also shoves Adnan back into the water to collect more oysters." - this is irrelevant and should be removed.

critique: The answer should mention what Khalid does with the oysters and the pearl.

critique: Doesn't mention that Khalid is Adnan's father.

critique: The answer omits that Khalid is the one who shoves Adnan overboard and then makes him dive again to collect more oysters.

critique: It's omitted that Khalid is the one who punishes Adnan for not collecting enough oysters.

question: What is the story's setting?

answer: The story is set in the Gulf.

critique: The story is set in the Gulf, but it's important to specify that it's the Arabian Gulf.

critique: Doesn't mention Adnan's village as having a role in the story as well.

critique: The story is set in the Gulf, but it is important to specify that it is the Arabian Gulf.

critique: The answer should mention that the story is set on a boat.


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Rock the Block is a 10K (timed), 5K walk/run (family-friendly), and a free Kids Run on April 27, 2019. The event includes scenic courses, food, music, vendors, awards and giveaways-guaranteeing fun for everyone! Proceeds benefit area trail projects and organizations serving youth and families of the Center Grove School Corporation area and Johnson County. Register to Rock the Block with us!

10K PARTICIPANTS MUST MAINTAIN A 12 MINUTE MILE

-   Friday April 26 from 3:30 P.M. to 6:00 P.M. at the CGHS Student Activity Center - West Entrance, 2911 South Morgantown Road, Greenwood, IN 46143. Enter through doors directly across from football stadium bleachers where you see PACKET PICKUP/REGISTRATION SIGN (Door 7). Parking available for packet pickup on Friday in lot directly south of Student Activity.
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-   Kids Run (Ages 10 and under) - Participation Awards
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-   Age groups are as follows:
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question: Describe what Rock the Block is.

answer: Rock the Block is a 10K (timed), 5K walk/run (family-friendly), and a free Kids Run on April 27, 2019.

critique: The answer should mention the event's features.

question: What target audience would find this event, Rock the Block, to be interesting?

answer: This event is for people who love running and want to help the community. This event would be for people of all ages.

critique: The second sentence is not well-supported and should be omitted.


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My mother represents the first generation in my family to have a passion for making beautiful things. As a child, I watched my mom make several amazing craft items, from handmade dolls that resembled me to a large fantastic Hawaiian quilt. Her crafting has resulted in the opening of two stores in Kailua-Kona, Hawaii that showcase her jewelry art pieces and hand-made purses.

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question: Are there any instances where the narrator does deviate from her minimalist jewelry design style?

answer: No, she always incorporates a simplistic design style in her products.

critique: The narrator's style is not mentioned in the article.

critique: The answer is false. There are a few pieces that can't help but steal the show.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The narrator does not always incorporate a simplistic design style in her products.

critique: The answer is incorrect. There are a few pieces that can't help but steal the show.

critique: "No, she always incorporates a simplistic design style in her products." - is incorrect because the narrator states that she loves simple and elegant jewelry.

critique: 'No, she always incorporates a simplistic design style in her products.' is a response to a non-existent question. The question asks if the narrator differs from her minimalist jewelry design style. The answer provided should reflect the kind of response the response would make to this question. 'I couldn't find any instances where the narrator does deviate from her minimalist jewelry design style' would be the most accurate response.


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I was there when my parents told her. I watched them sit my sister down in the lounge room; I was peering around the wall. I already knew. There must have been some expression on their faces as they sat in a moment’s silence. Because she knew. She was only 10, but she knew.

The silence turned into a minute, a time during which I saw many expressions: confusion, worry, disbelief, sorrow, and pain. All in silence. Because she knew.

“Pogo,” Dad finally said, and, before he spoke another word, I watched her eyes widen and glisten with tears waiting to waterfall down those smooth cheeks. “He’s been in an accident.” That was all that needed to be said, the key to open the floodgates behind the shiny, blue eyes. Because she knew.

*She’d gotten Pogo as a puppy, only three years beforehand. A birthday gift, a basket and a bow tie and a ribbon. Sure, it was clichéd, but she didn’t care. Neither did Pogo, the bouncing bundle of fluff, who on seeing his new companion had leapt clean out of the wicker and showered her with licks. I had been there too; I had seen the eyes widen with happiness, not sorrow; I had seen the cheeks grow red with excitement, not pain; I had seen bright smiles, not quivering lips. He was hers and she was his. He knew that. She knew that.*

Mum got up and sat next to her, arm gently around her shoulder, drawing her in tight. Dad did the talking; Mum was comfort.
“Is he going to be alright?” The words were slow spoken and shaking, because in only that short time, her mind had put everything together. They would have been happier if Pogo was going to be alright; they would not have made such a big deal about it all. She’d be with Pogo right now if all would be fine, stroking his fur, and whispering comfort into those floppy ears. They would have been at the vet. But they weren’t. She wasn’t. She knew.

“I’m sorry, darling,” said Dad, as Mum squeezed just that little bit tighter.

“What happened?” She didn’t really want to know.

“There was a car.”

She stood up quickly, letting out a gasp and a squeak of shock. I reeled back from the corner as she approached, running to her room. She passed me, and in the second’s eye contact I felt her burn. I had been listening in, watching. She knew. And her heart, I feel, broke that little bit more. I wasn’t there for her. But I’m not good at comfort, at caring, knowing what to do or say, or even whether to do or say anything at all. Mum does that. Mum and Dad.

I looked around the corner again. Dad had joined Mum on the lounge. He had her in his arms.
“She’ll be alright.”

**I remember it all, running through my mind as I stand in front of her door. Do I knock? Do I open it? Do I walk away? I am lost in the moment, sent back, reliving the same feelings, the feelings that sunk into my heart as she walked past. The torture of the past. I hadn’t known what to do then. How could I know now? And so I stand in front of that door, silent and still, wanting to enter and wanting to run. She didn’t know. I had to tell her.**

I followed her to her room. I was in the hallway when I heard the door slam shut, followed by the creaking metal of the old bed springs and the muffled scream into the pillow. Again. Again.

I stood in front of the door. Over time the screams stopped, replaced by perhaps a more heart wrenching sound: sobbing. I reached forward with my hand, placing it onto the cold metal handle. It squeaked as I pushed down.

“Go away!” I turn and leave. She didn’t need me.

**She needs me now. She needs me and she doesn’t know it, doesn’t know why. I have to tell her. So many years have come and gone, but right now the memory is as clear as if it happened yesterday. The house has changed and the years have changed us, but it’s still the same. It’s still me standing at her door, wanting to run. But I have to stay.**

**The handle doesn’t squeak; she doesn’t notice me until the door is wide open. She’s lying on her bed, laptop flipped up, studying ever so hard, writing her thesis. She looks at me.**

**The demon returns, that dreadful silence. I stand there. She opens her mouth to speak but then she stops and her lips close softly. She has seen that look before, the look I do not know I am wearing. I guess it must always be the same look, no matter who gives it. The laptop closes and she sits up, turning on the side of the bed. Our eyes haven’t broken.**

**Then it’s my turn to relive the past, as her still-smooth face goes through the very same list from all those years ago: confusion, worry, disbelief, sorrow, and pain. All in silence. Because she knows. Somehow she knows.**

**I open my mouth to speak. I wish I did not have to. I wish that Dad and Mum were here to do it, here to say what has to be said. I do not want to be the one to open those floodgates, release the shimmering stream from those deeper, blue eyes. But I have to be.**

**Dad’s not here anymore, and never again will Mum hold her close.**

**So I do.**

title: [RF] Because she knew.

question: Summarize the plot of the story.

answer: The narrator is peering around the wall when their parents break the news to their sister that their dog Pogo has been in an accident. The narrator's sister knows because she can read their faces. She runs to her room, and the narrator feels bad for not comforting her. Years later, the narrator is at the sister's door, and she doesn't know why.

critique: The narrator is the sister, not the narrator.

critique: The narrator's sister knows because she can read their faces. She runs to her room, and the narrator feels bad for not comforting her. Years later, the narrator is at the sister's door, and she doesn't know why. - this is inaccurate. The narrator's sister knew because she already knew.

critique: The narrator is the sister, not the brother.

critique: The narrator is the one who is peering around the wall.

critique: "The narrator's sister knows because she can read their faces." - this is incorrect. The sister already knew that something was wrong when their parents sat in silence. She already knew what the news was.

critique: The answer is missing the part where the narrator tells the sister about their dad.

critique: The narrator's sister is not the narrator.

critique: It is omitted that the father says Pogo has been in a car accident.

text: It's omitted that years later the narrator has to be the one who comforts his sister.

question: Summarize the narrator's sister's relationship with Pogo.

answer: The narrator's sister had gotten Pogo as a puppy three years prior. They were a happy couple, and Pogo loved her. The narrator's sister was sad when his parents told her Pogo had been in an accident.

critique: The narrator's sister is sad because she already knew about Pogo's accident.

critique: The narrator's sister is sad because she already knew that Pogo had been in an accident.

critique: The narrator's sister was sad when his parents told her Pogo had died.

critique: "The narrator's sister had gotten Pogo as a puppy three years prior. They were a happy couple, and Pogo loved her." - this can be combined to make the answer stronger.

critique: It's omitted that Pogo was her companion.

critique: It's omitted that the narrator's sister knew that Pogo had died.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator's sister is sad because Pogo is dead.

text: Pogo and the sister aren't a couple. Pogo is her animal companion.

question: Summarize the narrator's relationship with their sister.

answer: The narrator's sister already knew that their dog had been in a car accident before their parents told her and she already knew what happened to him. The narrator's sister is studying to get her PhD.

critique: The narrator's sister is not studying for a PhD.

critique: The narrator's sister doesn't have a PhD. She's studying for her thesis.

critique: The narrator's sister already knew what happened to Pogo before their parents told her.

critique: The answer omits the narrator's relationship with his sister in the present.

critique: The narrator's sister is not studying for her PhD.

text: The answer does not describe the relationship between the narrator and his sister. It should be mentioned that the narrator isn't a comforting person and usually doesn't comfort his sister, but as grown ups he now needs to take on the role of a comforter.

category: coherence


text:
Thinking back to the eighteenth century in London, a fairly heartsick John Spilsbury had as of late taken his stock of wood painted sheets all covered with the then present day and as of late mapped cartographers notion of the known world. Spilsbury thought this logical achievement showing the Empire's scope and workmanship was sure to fly off the racks of the instructive merchandiser vendors. Bad idea! In an attack of visually impaired fury he got near to a jigsaw and started to hack at the diabolical heaps of wood maps. In the event that I go, they go, was his temper. Wood everyplace, understanding the foolishness of this frenzy he started to get the residue of the splinters of wood strewn over his office floor fuming and hacking as he went. Interesting, he figured this could produce a fine inferno, anyway his sobriety had returned, sort of, and in a more rational phase, he sought after a more sound idea from his brain.

Fortunately he happened to get two pieces that used to be one and wasn't it entertaining how they fit together. Laugh on, enormous man, and out of the blue he understood that there was a huge amount of cash to be made by offering these scruffy odds and ends to the neighborhood work houses so the evil nuns could train their urchin charges the motivation behind why they were in gaol rather than their reprobate dads.

Jigsaw puzzles for adults

Today, grown-up jigsaw puzzles for adults are produced using completely interlocking puzzle pieces made of cardboard. This guarantees each astounding puzzle piece fits cozily into the correct area most assuredly. Gibsons utilize the capacities of craftsmen best-known for their point by point and sequentially exact vehicles and settings such as Terry Harrison. Terry not just paints interesting vehicles going back numerous decades, he also represents considerable authority in sensible delineations of sea side towns dotted all through the British Isles. Derek Roberts is another puzzle maker and has numerous such trifles in the Gibson's inventory. His hues are itemized and immersed and he reproduces excursions taken at British seaside towns as affectionately recalled vacationer scenes that are frequently interspersed up with nonexistent scenes. Derek's work is packed with vehicles like cable cars and transports just as autos and vans which are all very unmistakable to the vehicle lover. Kevin Walsh is another stickler for detail. Anybody intrigued by great British autos from their pinnacle will love Kevin's Jaguars, his MG's also his demandingly rendered icons of steam driven homestead vehicles and Cadbury vans made by the Morris Minor vehicle maker. A hilarious version of the occasionally humiliating conduct of people is spoken to in comical style by that ace of the animation perplex, Mike Jupp. Mike's work has been a pillar in the Gibsons list for over 10 years and he has twelve absurdly amusing riddles jam pressed with a wide range of gathering kookiness just as incalculable individual tricks. Not to be missed! Get your Gibsons jigsaw astounds in Canada at from our site at www.canadapuzzles.ca

All Gibsons jigsaw puzzles, paying much respect to the period recalled, show people (and family pets) having a most magical and astounding passage of  time and interfacing with each other inside or outside, especially at Christmas time. Every year Gibsons present numerous Christmas bewilderments generally painted by Marcello Corti who has turned into an ace of the Christmas Eve town scene.

1000 piece puzzles

Whatever your puzzle fancy is most assuredly akin to gentle puzzler aficianado, it is Gibsons intention whereby to make evident your enjoyment is not curtailed by poor puzzle pictures. Memories and fun will abound but make sure to localise your puzzle search no further afield than www.canadapuzzles.ca. For Christmas puzzles this year, here are some very attractive scenes: G2019 Secret Santa is one brilliant example of the Gibsons Christmas puzzle range and how about I Love Christmas by Mike Jupp another 1000 piece puzzles masterpiece. There are dozens of Gibsons Christmas puzzles to choose from. Jigsaw puzzles for adults really includes all the Gibsons puzzles although, perhaps, the larger piece puzzles might prove suitable for younger puzzlers. Many of the puzzles are also of the extra large piece variety as well as the multiple box set such as Village Celebrations which is a 2 x 500 box set. Lets not forget that there's even a 2000 piece puzzle for Christmas: Christmas Toy Shop (G8016).

All our orders are packed in the most sturdy and compliant boxes and are guarded jealously by their mode of transporter lest he come to part with his goodwill and his compensation.

question: Summarize everything relating to the 18th century in the piece.

answer: John Spilsbury sold wood maps of the then-present day world, after hacking to death with a jigsaw. This fury and misdirection is the result of blindness, he thinks all the wood in his office is a map because he can't see it isn't one.

critique: The answer should mention that he made the maps into jigsaw puzzles.

critique: - The answer omits that Spilsbury was upset that his wood maps were not doing well.

critique: The article does not mention that his blindness is the result of the hacking.

question: How are jigsaw puzzles produced today?

answer: They are made of cardboard and each piece is interlocking

critique: The answer should be clearer about the interlocking nature of the pieces.

critique: The answer could be more specific about the interlocking nature of the pieces.

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

critique: The answer should mention that the pieces are interlocking.

critique: The answer omits the fact that the pieces are made to fit together snugly.

critique: The answer should mention the craftsmen who make the puzzles.


text:
This is my first ever short story, feedback would be lovely.

Being the most handsome man in the psych ward has its benefits. This is the place where time reverses and dead men talk to all the pretty nurses, so naturally they (the nurses) have a soft spot for a young stallion such as myself. A man who doesn’t spit or piss on himself, a man who could sell the sun to a block of ice. My charm proved vital as I received benefits such as allowing to be unchained for 30 minutes each month. During these 30 minutes I could roam the entire hospital and its grounds.

I can’t remember when I first arrived at Grand Budapest Cente for Mental Health, and I think that has been their intention from the beginning. Situated in an abandoned town, the streets are barren and the surrounding shops closed. Picture a scene from a spaghetti-Western flick minus the tumbleweeds and dirt roads. Replace them with concrete and graffiti.

It was funny really, I had never done anything wrong but they chose to place me on the seventh floor, the highest one they had managed to build in 1964. This was the floor where the most notorious of the residents were placed. Air, musty from having been long enclosed, hung in all the rooms. 16 cells lined the single hallway, all encased in glass, and then reinforced with wrought-iron. Even if I wanted to escape I could not, but life was outstanding here. It surely had to be better than out there, around people and around problems.

I have been thinking about letting my hair grow, and I have been thinking about cutting it short. I have been thinking about dying it yellow, but I don’t think I have the bone structure or wardrobe to support that kind of look. I would not want to risk looking poorly for the ladies here, although they think so highly of me that it probably not make a difference. I reckon I could get Rodney to cut my nose clean off and they wouldn’t bat an eye. We won’t get into Rodney, but he has been growing his toenails allegedly since he got here – long before me.

Two guards in pink body armour with pink rifles escorted me wherever I pleased on my monthly journey through the halls. I exclusively spend this free time in the women’s ward on floor six. The women got to wear dresses in all colours and sizes which I was a fan of. Before returning to my cell I would always create a couple of mental images in my mind for later. I was greeted by Mrs. Entendu, who always looked after the women.

“Dylan! It has been far too long. How long has it been exactly?” She asked.

“Jesus Christ, you ask me this every time. 30 days. 30 fucking days.” I kindly replied.

Her eyes lit up in glee, and she winked at me while saying:

“You are such a sweetheart Dylan. I want you to meet our newest lady.”

I was walked over to a table that was foreign to me. It was made of crystal, and next to it was a golden chair, or a throne if I could call it that. Upon this throne sat a midget, or at least I thought so for the time being. She faced the end-wall window, and all I could see was a tiny frame and long black hair.

“Her name is Emerald, you’re going to love her!” Mrs. Entendu proclaimed.

So I walked up to Emerald, thinking about how long of a name that is. I thought to myself:

“Emerald…Emerald…Emera…Emer…Eme…Eme…Eme! What a nice name that is, Eme.”

As I got closer to Eme, all I could hear was a high pitched mumble, almost like a mouse squeaking. I couldn’t make out what she was saying right away, but as I drew nearer it became clear.

“I’m a queen, I’m a queen, I’m a queen, I’m a queen”. She whined.

“I am Dylan, nice to meet you Eme. I live upstairs and figured I should come say hi. I hope I haven’t kept you up at night with my racket. I think my room is right above yours in fact. We should take a walk, you and I.”

I could see her face now. Although cute, and silent now, she stared into the window. She didn’t respond, and she just sat there with odd expressions on her face. Her lips contorted in all directions, creating shapes I had never before seen. Eye twitches and nose scrunches, everything. I could see why she was in here – she was crazy, unlike me.

“Allow me to open up the window, Eme. Surely you must be warm in that robe and crown”. I said.

“Never call me Eme again, and if you open up that window I am going to punch you in the dick so you can never have children – that is if they ever let you out of here. I heard about you, you’ve killed people.”

“You’ve heard wrong little lady, I am a God amongst men. I’ve slain serpents, I have cured world hunger, and once I get out of here I am going to free you all.”

While I waited for her response, one I was not sure was even going to come, I took some time to assume things about her. She probably doesn’t wear her glasses, but she probably needs them to read. She probably values her downtime, but she probably doesn’t get much sleep. And she probably hates the movies, but she probably goes anyway. Hell I bet she even fights with her mother a lot when she feels like there’s nothing to say.

A response did not come, but something a lot more important did. The lights shut off, and for a brief moment I figured out what I needed to do.

I grabbed Eme’s hand as fast as I could, lifted her up and ran us to the window. It was pitch black both inside and out, but I had a feeling she was staring up at me. I opened the window and away we went.

title: Warding [Criticism Very Appreciated]

question: What does the story say about why the narrator was in a mental institution?

answer: No answer

critique: The narrator's crimes are not stated, but he seems to be insane.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator is not forthcoming about why he's in the institution.


text:
Warm ginger ale and a cold body. Good times.
            The day started out relatively normal. Alarm went off at five am. Punched the snooze button. Broke the fourth alarm clock this week. Slept in until eight. Woke up for real, looked at the bashed clock, looked at my watch, let loose a string of choice words. Tried to shave and put on pants at the same time. Got caught and nicked my ear. Opened my fridge, no food; only a sock. What the hell?
            Normally, I woulda got in my car, broken three speed limits on my way to the local deli, and gotten a sandwich. Instead, I got in my car, looked over to my passenger seat, threw up, and stumbled out of my car, now rancid with the smell of upchucked Pad Thai from last night, and a dead body.
            My first call to 911 ever happened that day as well. I had to call in a fire.
            I went to work like normal that day, except my commute involved a bike and a pissed off crossing guard. I was looking forward to spending an entire day of lying through my teeth to make sure some sorry bastard got twenty-five years instead of forty in the state penitentiary. Of course, it’s a little hard to make witnesses sweat when you keep thinking about the clean up job you’ll have to do on your car.
            I guess I won that day. Of course, society lost fifteen years of not having deal with some sociopath arsonist. I think his name was Noah. Heh.
            I wasn’t looking forward to going to my house that day. Can’t imagine why. Regardless, I stopped by the local grocery store to pick up some melons. She slapped me and stormed off, but at least I killed some time.
            The distinct smell of freshly cut grass hit my nose as I biked down a residential street. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shirtless man on his rider lawnmower. And this is supposed to be a residential area. I suppose his glistening d-cups were the ultimate sign of laziness. Sickening.
            After mentally flipping off Mr. Landscaper-Gone-Wild, I decided to stop by an old friend’s house. Jack and I go way back. Mr. Daniels has always been halfway decent to me, always cheering me up and getting me some great stories to tell his other patrons. I’d have had a great conversation with him too, but his doorman insisted I pay my tab. So much for boozing up.
            As I lit the torch, I sipped on the only drink I managed to get off the guy. I set my ginger ale aside, and watched as the first glimmers of the fire began to pop. I stood back, and savored the yells and smoke. Bellua would be pleased.
            I smirked as my fingers flew to pocket, pulled out my crap phone, and dialed 911. I breathed in, and reported the fire in the most civilian way I could.
            After getting to my house, I downed the rest of the drink. I’m sure the bartender wasn’t worried about the glass.
            I donned my latex gloves and surgical mask, and slowly pulled on the body’s arm. It came off. Dammit Bellua. I thought better of my initial plan, threw the arm back into the car, and shoved the body’s head down. I got into the driver’s seat. Bad idea. I got back out, got reacquainted with my lunch from that afternoon, and covered my nose with a section of fabric.
            The drive to the bog was one of the most refreshing drives I’d ever had. I began conversing with the body. It’s nice to have someone to listen, even if that someone was turning a nasty shade of green. I’m sure it wasn’t because of my story though.
            As I dumped the body, I noticed a perfectly square piece of skin missing from the back of the body’s head. Bellua’s rituals always creep me out. I stopped myself from befouling the interior of my car any further, and drove back to my house.
            After a long day’s work, I was ready to turn in. But I have work to do.
            I popped open the secret compartment of my car’s trunk, I reminisced about the first time I met Bellua. I used to be a mess, but Bellua gave me a purpose. Clean up his dirty work, and in return he would do the same for me. In exchange for getting stacks of green for reducing felons’ sentences, Bellua required that I dispose of his victims. What Bellua didn’t know at the time was that I’m more fucked up than he is.
            Bellua has a warped sense of justice. He thinks that by killing off the corrupt government officials, he can fix the system. I don’t give a shit about the system. I just wanna see it burn. That’s why I’ll play along with Bellua, until I have the resources to pull off my master plan.
            I was running low on accelerant. I took comfort in the fact that Bellua still hadn’t discovered my tools, but it was curious how I blew through a month’s worth is a week. No, I realized, it’s me. My fires are getting bigger.

title: Bellua (Original Short Story By Me) p.1 Fire

question: What does the text say about Bellua?

answer: Bellua is the narrator's employer. He has a warped sense of justice, and he kills corrupt government officials in the belief that doing so could fix the system. He never discovers that the narrator is also committing arson.

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

critique: It is omitted that Bellua is a serial killer who uses the narrator to dispose of his victims.

critique: Bellua's warped sense of justice is not mentioned in the text.

critique: The answer should mention the narrator's role in Bellua's crimes.

critique: The summary should note that there's a secret compartment in the narrator's car.

critique: Remove the local and put in the name of the narrator.

critique: The answer should mention that Bellua is the narrator's employer.

critique: Bellua is the narrator's employer, not the narrator's employer.

critique: It is omitted that Bellua is a sociopath.

critique: Bellua's method of killing corrupt government officials and disposing of the bodies is a major plot point. It should be included in the response.

critique: Bellua is an entity that the narrator made a deal with, not an employer.

critique: This answer could be clearer in its references to the text.

critique: This answer is inaccurate, as Bellua isn't the narrator's employer. He's someone the narrator works for.

critique: The answer should clarify that Bellua kills government officials.

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

answer: No answer

critique: Waite & Raphaely are the narrator's coworkers that are mentioned.

critique: It's omitted that the narrator's coworkers are never mentioned.

critique: There was a mention of the narrator's coworkers.

critique: The response does not answer the question.

critique: There is no direct mention of the narrator's coworkers in the text.

critique: There is no answer because the text does not mention the narrator's coworkers.


text:
If the eastern cougar (Puma concolor couguar) went extinct in the 1930s, as the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (FWS) reported back in March, why do so many people in New England keep reporting cougar sightings?

If the eastern cougar (_Puma concolor couguar_) went extinct in the 1930s, as the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (FWS) reported back in March, why do so many people in New England keep reporting cougar sightings?

As FWS lead scientist Mark McCollough told me in March, the 110 confirmed cases on cougars (sometimes called mountain lions) being seen in the eastern U.S. were all traced to animals brought to the area from other parts of the country and had probably escaped or been let loose into the wild.

But now comes evidence that one cougar actually migrated to Connecticut all the way from South Dakota, a journey of 2,400 to 2,900 kilometers (1,500 to 1,800 miles). The North American cougar (also classified as _P. c. couguar_; cougar taxonomy is still a matter of great debate) was struck and killed by an SUV while crossing the Wilbur Cross Parkway on June 11. DNA tests proved that not only did the cougar originate in South Dakota, but also that it had previously been tracked in 2009 and 2010 through Wisconsin and Minnesota, where the animal's DNA had previously been collected through blood, hair and droppings. According to the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources, cougars disappeared from that state in the early 20th century. They died out in Connecticut prior to that.

Officials told the _The New York Times_ __ that the cougar was between two and five years old and was probably traveling looking for a mate, a process known as dispersing. Male cougars stay away from other males and maintain their own territories, but they rarely stray more than 160 kilometers.

"The journey of this mountain lion is a testament to the wonders of nature and the tenacity and adaptability of this species," Daniel Esty, commissioner of the Connecticut's Department of Energy and Environmental Protection, said in a prepared statement. "This mountain lion traveled a distance of more than 1,500 miles from its original home in South Dakota—representing one of the longest movements ever recorded for a land mammal and nearly double the distance ever recorded for a dispersing mountain lion."

Etsy said there is no evidence of any other cougars living in Connecticut.

The U.S. Department of Agriculture's Forest Service Wildlife Genetics Laboratory in Missoula, Mont., conducted the genetic tests. Kristi Pilgrim, laboratory supervisor for the Rocky Mountain Research Station in Missoula, told National Public RadioR that the station maintains a genetic database of cougars from "all over the west," which allowed them to link the animal killed in Connecticut with its kin in South Dakota.

Scientists were shocked and amazed at the cougar's journey. "As a biologist who has looked pretty carefully at the cougar issue, I was really astounded, as I think most biologists who deal with cougars were at this information, FWS's McCullough told the _Bangor Daily News_ last week. "It does, apparently, set a record as far as dispersal distance for any land mammal in North America that we're aware of, and is significantly beyond the previous record of dispersal of a cougar as far as straight-line distance." The previous dispersal record was just about 1,000 kilometers.

This animal, nicknamed the "Saint Croix Cougar" and "Twin Cities Cougar" during its travels, may have been solo, but that doesn't mean cougar sightings will stop now that he has been killed. Another unconfirmed cougar sighting occurred in Dresden, Maine (about 16 kilometers from where I live) just last week.

_Photo: Necropsy of the cougar killed in Connecticut, via Connecticut Department of Energy and Environmental Protection_

The views expressed are those of the author(s) and are not necessarily those of Scientific American.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR(S)

[author-avatar]

John R. Platt

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John R. Platt is the editor of The Revelator. An award-winning environmental journalist, his work has appeared in Scientific American, Audubon, Motherboard, and numerous other magazines and publications. His "Extinction Countdown" column has run continuously since 2004 and has covered news and science related to more than 1,000 endangered species. John lives on the outskirts of Portland, Ore., where he finds himself surrounded by animals and cartoonists.

question: What's the difference between a cougar and a mountain lion?

answer: Not answered.

critique: The article says that cougars are sometimes called mountain lions.

critique: This is outside of the scope of the question, but it could be said they are two names for the same animal, puma concolor.

critique: The answer is not explicitly stated in the article, but it can be inferred that the difference is that cougars are found in the eastern U.S. and mountain lions are found in the western U.S.

critique: The answer should be "That information can't be found."

question: Why do people in New England keep reporting cougar sightings?

answer: The cougar sightings are traced to animals brought to the area from other parts of the country.

critique: The real reason for the sightings is omitted in this reply.

critique: The answer should mention the one cougar that migrated to Connecticut.

critique: The answer should mention that there is a possibility that the cougars have migrated to the area.

critique: The answer should mention that the cougars are not native to the area.

question: Why did the cougar walk from South Dakota to Connecticut.

answer: The cougar was a male and was looking for a mate.

critique: The cougar was a male and was looking for a mate. - this is inaccurate. The cougar was a young male, and he was trying to find his own territory.

critique: It is not stated that the cougar was a male.

critique: "The cougar was a male and was looking for a mate." - nobody mentioned the cougar was male, and the mate thing is irrelevant because it's not mentioned anywhere in the article. Rewrite.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The cougar was a female.

critique: The cougar was a male but it was not looking for a mate.

critique: The answer is not directly stated in the text.

critique: The cougar was a male, but it was not looking for a mate.

question: Why did eastern cougars go extinct?

answer: That information can't be found

critique: The answer is wrong. The article states that the eastern cougars went extinct due to human expansion.

critique: The article mentions that the cougars died out in Connecticut prior to that.

critique: The passage does mention the likely causes of the extinction of the eastern cougars.

critique: There is no evidence to suggest the reason behind their decline or extinction and the passage doesn't speculate.

critique: This is false. The article states that the cougars went extinct due to being brought from other areas and escaping or being released into the wild.

critique: The article mentions that the cougars died out in Connecticut before that.

critique: It is omitted that it is thought that the cougars were killed off by humans.


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KOKORI is one of the six suburban 'states' of the Agbon 'kingdom' in LGA Ethiope East, Delta State, Nigeria. The other 'states' are Okpara, Eku, Ovu, Orhoakpor, and Igun.[1]

Geography

Its land area is 196 square kilometres and is blessed with a period of downpour which lasts seven months (from March to October) and a relative five months of little or no rain (from October to February). It has twenty nine streets and roads; and it is surrounded by thirty village communities, including Samagidi a rapidly developing township. Network of streams and creeks cuts across different parts of Kokori territory. Three major streams are identifiable: the Omwe stream on Eku road, Iranzo stream on Orogun road and Erhanaka stream on Kokori – Ofuoma road.[2]

It is a hinterland bounded by Eku and Igun on the north; by Ugono, Orhomaru, Erhobaro, Ovara and Idionvwan villages all in Orogun, on the east; on the west by Isiokolo and Okpara Inland in Agbon 'sub-nation'; and by Awirhe in Agbara and Odovie in Ughelli on the south.[3]

The entire Kokori land is flat and situated in the evergreen tropical forest zone which is dominated by the oil palm tree.[4]

History

Kokori's original name was 'Ukori' and her people were called 'Uhwokori', an abbreviation of 'Ihwo-ru-Ukori'. The Uhwerun people changed the name to 'Tokori' when Agbon people led by Ukori, their ancestral father, migrated to stay on their land. British colonial administrators further changed the name to Kokori which she now bears. Five waves of migration birthed Kokori. First, from Benin to Asseh. Second, from Asseh to Irri. Third, from Irri to Uhwerun. A fourth migration graced the face of Urhobo history when they migrated to Isiokolo. In 1606 A.D, the incessant invasions and the conspiracy against the Kokori people because of the discord which bedevilled the four Agbon families- Okpara, Ukori, Eku and Orhoakpor- made Isiokolo turbulent and the Agbon families began to migrate to their respective present sites.[5]

Mentifacts

Kokori is cradle for the Igbe religion which began in 1858; founded by Ubiecha of Egbo Street in Kokori. Although it had no written constitution like the Decalogue of ancient Israel, it was able to mould Kokori society into one worthy of stay. The Igbe religion spread to many destinations beyond Kokori and the Urhobo nation at large.[6] In fact, based on its monotheistic vocation and puritan practices, it gained international platform – a congregation was established in London for the adherents in that destination.[7]

As regards her festivals, three festivals rear their terrific heads – Egba, Orerode and Ibi festivals respectively. The Egba festival celebrates the Egba fetish; the Orerode festival celebrates the ancestors of the Kokori people while the Ibi festival commemorates the gun fires that were fired against the invaders who threatened their sovereignty. The Egba and Orerode festivals are celebrated annually while the Ibi festival is celebrated once in a century.[8]

Demographics

Kokori people speak one tongue- urhobo. Kokori does not frown at intra-marriage and neither does it not smile at inter-marriage which enhances integration. In the first quarter of the twentieth century, Christianity was introduced to Kokori via the arrival of the Roman Catholic Mission in 1905 in Umiahwa quarter of the town; the Anglican Mission at Urhuokpokpo quarter in 1927; and the Baptist Mission in 1945. Thus, most of the people practice Christianity; some the Igbe religion which originated in Kokori in the pre-colonial era and found its way to the contemporary era and other parts of Nigeria; few, traditional faith; and, a very few, Islam.[9]

Administration

Kokori is divided into three administrative quarters- Alaka, Urhuokpokpo and Umiahwa. And the Okarorho is the administrative head of the town, in the absence of the Ovie. He rules by a council (Ehonvwore). The okarorho's spokesman is the otota who also is the spokesman of the town.[10]

Mineral resources

In 1958, Shell Petroleum Development Company carried out an exploration work which led to the discovery of crude oil on Kokori soil. She has over twenty oil wells and second best crude oil in the world by reason of its low sulphur content. In 1994, Kokori generated N68 billion for the federal government of Nigeria.[11]

Education

-   St. Kevin College ( Kokori Boys Grammar School)
-   Now St. Kevin's College, wholly owned by the Catholic mission.
-   Egbo Commercial Grammar School
-   Kokori Mixed Secondary School
-   Kokori Girls Grammar School.

[1] Success Akpojotor, Pre-Colonial Socio-Political History of Kokori Inland. B.A Thesis(University of Benin, Benin City, Nigeria) 2011. p.15

[2] Success Akpojotor, p.15

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[4] Success Akpojotor, pp.67-9

[5] Success Akpojotor, pp.16-25

[6] Success Akpojotor, pp.44-7

[7] http://www.waado.org/urhobo_community/archive...

[8] Success Akpojotor, pp.47-55

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[10] Success Akpojotor, pp.28-39

[11] S.J Odje, Kokori People, Ancient and Modern, Benin: Assembly Printers, 1995. pp.139-40

title: Kokori

question: What does the article say about Kokori the person?

answer: No answer

critique: The response misses to provide an answer to the instruction in the task.

critique: There's no information about Kokori the person in the article.

critique: The answer should mention that Kokori is the name of a person.

critique: There is no person named Kokori, but the article does mention a few things about the history of the people who live in Kokori.

critique: The response does not answer the question.

question: What does the article say about Kokori culture?

answer: Kokori is a hinterland bounded by Eku and Igun on the north; by Ugono, Orhomaru, Erhobaro, Ovara and Idionvwan villages all in Orogun, on the east; on the west by Isiokolo and Okpara Inland in Agbon 'sub-nation'; and by Awirhe in Agbara and Odovie in Ughelli on the south. The entire Kokori land is flat and situated in the evergreen tropical forest zone which is dominated by the oil palm tree. The original name of Kokori was Ukori and her people were called Uhwokori. The name was changed to Tokori when Agbon people led by Ukori, their ancestral father, migrated to stay on their land. British colonial administrators further changed the name to Kokori which she now bears. The Igbe religion was founded in Kokori in 1858 and is the cradle for the Igbe religion which began in 1858; founded by Ubiecha of Egbo Street in Kokori. The Igbe religion spread to many destinations beyond Kokori and the Urhobo nation at large. The Egba festival celebrates the Egba fetish; the Orerode festival celebrates the ancestors of the Kokori people while the Ibi festival commemorates the gun fires that were fired against the invaders who threatened their sovereignty. The Egba and Orerode festivals are celebrated annually while the Ibi festival is celebrated once in a century. Kokori people speak one tongue- urhobo. Kokori does not frown at intra-marriage and neither does it not smile at inter-marriage which enhances integration. In the first quarter of the twentieth century, Christianity was introduced to Kokori via the arrival of the Roman Catholic Mission in 1905 in Umiahwa quarter of the town; the Anglican Mission at Urhuokpokpo quarter in 1927; and the Baptist Mission in 1945. Thus, most of the people practice Christianity; some the Igbe religion which originated in Kokori in the pre-colonial era and found its way to the contemporary era and other parts of Nigeria; few, traditional faith; and, a very few, Islam.

critique: Almost no coverage at all is given to Kokori culture in the article.

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

critique: The answer is a copy-and-paste of the article.

critique: The response is too long, and the information is irrelevant to the question.

question: What does the article say about the geography of Kokori?

answer: The land area of Kokori is 196 square kilometers. It is surrounded by 30 village communities. The land is flat and situated in the evergreen tropical forest zone. It has 29 streets and roads. The area is blessed with a period of downpour that lasts seven months, and a relative five months of little or no rain. There are three major streams in Kokori.

critique: The land is blessed with a period of downpour that lasts seven months, and a relative five months of little or no rain.

critique: The answer should mention the three major streams.

critique: The area is blessed with a period of downpour that lasts seven months, and a relative five months of little or no rain. There are three major streams in Kokori.

text: The number of streets and roads is not relevant to the geography, nor is the fact that it is surrounded by 30 village communities.


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It is the summer of 1999 and I am young and I am alive. My sister and I are racing outside now, our bare and naked feet fly across the hardwood floor and onto our tired deck. My prescient mother, resting in a green plastic chair, is already waiting for the two of us to dart into the nightly confines of our very Philadelphian backyard. She’s looking at the pair of us, her smile the starting pistol to an evening of adventure.

I’m grabbing a glass jar and tossing one to my younger sister now. Her and I now dash down the few steps of our porch and step onto our playing field. I can see them all, now. The lightning bugs. They dot our lawn like incandescent snowflakes, occasionally lifting off to find a new temporary resting place. I can almost hear the beat of a thousand tiny wings right now. There must be hundreds here. They paint our yard now, never satisfied with their place on the canvas.

But this wonder is nothing new to my sister and I. We have done this as far as my memory will stretch. We’re dashing off in different directions now, as to cover the most ground. There isn’t a second to waste, not a moment to spare—I’m not sure how much longer the fireflies will glow for us. Now that I’m over by the big tree at the edge of the lawn, I can begin my work.

A particularly gleaming bug is drifting past my eyes right now. I’m going to turn my jar to the side, very carefully now, and… *got him*. Quickly I’m screwing the lid back on my jar. I eye my twinkling prize. It’s crawling on the side of my jar now, exploring his new home, I’m sure. I can’t think of a name for him quite yet, but there will be time for formalities later. Right now I need to continue the hunt.

Bending down now I scoop up a bug at my feet. I’m feeling the minuscule legs of the thing tickle my palm now. I’m assessing my catch. This one is too small. It simply will not do. It needs to grow and mature before I could even consider capturing this luminous soul. I’m going to let it go. I open my palm and it flits away from me, surely rejoining his glowing brethren but this time with a story to tell.

My baby sister and I are darting across our lawn, back and forth now, for what has seemed like only a few moments. We’re laughing, enthralled in the beauty and wonderment of the scene.

“Hey, Dea, I found a really big one right here!” I’m exclaiming to my sister now.

“Fabio, Fabio, I see a really bright one! Come here!” She’s yelling back.

It hasn’t been long but our game is over now. We’re saying good night to the fireflies now and sprinting back up to our wood deck, exhausted from the chase but running on an adrenaline high. I briefly and proudly show my mom the night’s catch and before she can say ‘Oh, wow,’ I’ve already begun staring at my jar, full of little lightning bugs. It’s glowing bright, my suburban lantern.

My usual request to bring the jar inside has been denied again, per usual. Now it’s time for me to make this glass jar for my lightning bugs a home. I’m poking tiny holes in the top of the jar using a pen now so they can breath. I’m going to place some grass in too so they have food. What a nice home I’ve made for Steven, Ross, Fireman, Lightdude, Ember, Doug, Nick, and Eric. *I’m going to say good night to you now, little guys. I’ll see you in the morning!*

Morning is here now and I’m running outside to check on my prized jar. Only one of my fireflies is alive now. He’s slowly crawling across the bottom of the glass, navigating through the bodies of his mothers, brothers, sisters, aunts. His belly is smoldering ever so dimly now, barely casting a light in this hot morning sun. I don’t think they liked the grass I gave them, either.

“Mom, why do my bugs always die in the morning? I even gave them grass this time.” I’m asking my poor mother now.

“Because…” She begins. “Because their light only burns for a night. They burn bright and hot, some more bright than others. Their bellies are big and glow at night but it will only last for so long. In the morning their lightbulb burns out and they die. Their lightbulb burns out, that’s all.”

Shaking my now lifeless and lightless jar out into the yard now, I’m wondering how bright my lightbulb will burn.

title: Bottling up lightning

question: What does the text say about the fireflies the narrator catches?

answer: The narrator calls different fireflies Steven, Ross, Fireman, Lightdude, Ember, Doug, Nick and Eric. Their names are based on their brightness. The narrator says that the fireflies aren't happy with the grass the narrator gave them. The narrator's fireflies die in the morning. The fireflies die because they burn bright and hot, and their light burns out in the morning.

critique: "their light burns out in the morning. The fireflies die because they burn bright and hot, and their light" - is irrelevant and should be removed.

critique: The answer should mention that the fireflies die because their light burns out.

critique: The passage does not say that their names are based on their brightness.

critique: The narrator names the fireflies after their light burns out.

critique: The narrator doesn't name the fireflies after their brightness.

critique: The answer should mention that the fireflies' light burns out after a night.

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The concept of the fireflies burning bright for a night and dying was proposed by the narrator's mother and not the narrator herself.

Also, the names the narrator gave to the fireflies weren't based on their brightness.


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This is my first work ANYTHING you can tell me to help me improve and I'll be forever grateful. This is pretty rough, I have not "fine-tuned" it. The Fantasy(Magic elements sort of) have yet to be introduced.

**Chapter1 - Jonah Krant: The Strong Knight**

* Year: 1203
* Age: 13

"I'm going to be the strongest knight to ever live!" I yelled in the streets as I ran north in the pouring rain to the edge of town, the roads were turning to mud and my previously grey pants were turning brown. "Shut your mouth you little shit" the drunks yelled back from the tavern. "Finally, finally I get to go training with father" I thought to myself as I kept running faster and faster towards him, yelling louder and louder. The old women laughed and the old men muttered something I could not hear as I passed them.
"Father, father!" I yelled in excitement before I could even my lay eyes on him. "Jonah, be quiet you big mouthed son of mine!" I heard in the distance.
I ignored him. "Let's train, you promised right, right?" "Fine, I'll give you a few lessons tonight, but first I have to work. Come back in four hours!". "Yessss!" I said in excitement. Father works in the Night Guard, the name sounds more glorious than it actually is, they watch the forest in the night. They're called Wood-Watchers by the drunks and laughed at because of their stories, and they also guard the forest during the day, so the name seemed pointless I thought, but father seemed to take great pride in his work. Despite what they all said! "Jon. Jon!, get back to work, someone have to guard this town against the unknown!" I heard an old man yell from the forest. "I must get back to work, Jonah, off you go!" father said and started walking off to the forest. "See you in three hours and fiftyfive minutes!" I yelled at him with a smirk and ran off.
I decided to go back home, but on my way there I decided to take my fathers advice and help out in town, so I took a small detour and went to the tavern, which is located right in the center. They always appreciate when I serve them ale and wine. "Oh, you're helping out today you little runt?" one of the drunks said. "Need to train, and some money ofcourse. You need another one Robert?" I said. "Bring two, one of me and one for the lady!" The lady smiled as I brought the ale. She was beautiful, much to beautiful for that drunk. "Jonah!" I heard the owner shout from behind the counter. "I need you to carry this keg to the harbor" he said. "Finally a job worth doing!". I took the keg outside, tried to pick it up, it reeked of wine. "Bitter!" I thought to myself. My arms could not reach around it, so I decided to roll it. The harbor is located east of town, where the "XX Ocean" is. The keg was getting heavier, the road did not help much either, bumpy and full of holes thanks to the rain earlier. "Damn this is getting heavy, I better make a sprint or I'll have to rest soon". "Soon there, a little more!" I thought as I kept pushing. During this small trip I finally realized what my father meant. "I'm so weak!" I thought to myself as I kept pushing in pure frustration. Finally I could see the harbor, it's a big harbor. The big boats bring us stuff from places I've never even heard of. I want to travel the world, visit the six kingdoms. We're just a small island with four relativly small towns. It's actually quite big, but none dares to go past the northern forest, none knows where it leads. And from what I understand, none wants to know what lies beyond the forest.

**Piece about his past and Mother is going here**

The smell of steel caused my blood to boil with excitement! Father drew his sword, big and mighty it was, and started walking towards me. "Huh, what is he doing?" I thought to myself. "You thought we were practising with real swords of steel without proper ringmail?" he said with a big smirk on his face. "Sorry to get your hopes up kid" he said while he grabbed my sword and threw it back. "Howare we going to train then?" I said with a disappointed voice. "With this ofcourse, stupid!" he said and threw back a wooden sword.

I had no time to play games or argue with him. I took my stance, and so did he.
I sprung forth, trying to hit him with a flurry of attacks! All parried perfectly, my old man was no joke with the sword. "You're to eager, Jonah!" "Shut up father, I'm trying to hit you!" I said while trying catching my breath. I tried again, one, two, three, four five, he countered me easily, put out his leg and I tripped over it. "Not fair! I thought we were practising with swords!". "You think your enemies are going to fully respect you when they're fighting for their lives?" he said with an absolute voice. "Noo..." is all I could bring forth.

I stood up again and took my stance. "I'm gonna get you father!" "Come on!" he said smiling. I leaped forward and tried to poke him with the sword, nothing worked. "Damn it!" I yelled in frustration. "Easy, Jonah, you're to eager, have patience!".
I tried again, swinged my sword in frustration, father just smiled as he dodged or parried my sword. My body was getting heavy, I could barely lift my arms anymore. "Done already?" father said with a laugh "I thought you were going to hit me son" he kept laughing, almost dancing and mocking me in the rain.

"Woohh I'm tired, my arms wont go up!" I said as I fell to the dirt, which was now mostly mud thanks to all the rain. Father came and lied next to me. "You know, Jonah, I'll try and come more so we can practice. But when I'm not here, you have to do physical training. That is as important as swordskills, you need to be able to keep up!" "Physical training, like what?" I said. "Like running, helping the town with all sorts of tasks, carry stuff, whatever it is, wood, ale, steel or iron. You do your part, OK?" "I will!".

"So, son, are you looking forward to the "Duel of the Crystal" this spring?" "Yes very much, I want to compete one day, and win land and the crystal to this town!"
Father smiled, but it was not his usual smile, he looked worried. "Be sure to wait until you're 17 to enter!" "Ofcourse, why would I enter before that?" "..." father just sighed.
"You know the rules of "Crystal-duel", Jonah?" "No, not every rule, will you tell me father?" "Ofcourse, you're going to have to learn them soon anyway!"

"You know the basics right, you dont have to enter before you're 17, but you can if you want to. Women dont have to enter ever, but they can if they want to. If you dont enter your name when you're 17, punishment is death. So dont ever forget, OK Jonah?" "I wont forget!" "Good, we as the town of "No-tal" will face the town called "So-tal", "No" for north and "So" for south. East and west will also face eachother. The winner between the two matches both recieves extra land as a reward, then the winners will face eachothers for the crystal. "Got it?" he said. "Yes, so far!".
He continued, when dueling your opponent, there are no rules so make sure you're ready for everything!" "Yes father, I'll try to be careful!" "Not good enough Jonah, you have to be careful, OK?" "Yes...".

title: [AA-FN] The Eager Knight [Chap1]

question: What does the story say about John's squire?

answer: No answer

critique: The response misses to mention that John is the squire.

critique: The question asks for information that is not in the text.

critique: the response misses to mention that Jonah is also a squire.

critique: There is no mention of John having a squire.

critique: The response misses to provide an answer to the task.

question: What does the story say about Jonah Krant?

answer: Jonah is 13 years old and very eager to get into knight training. He boasts about his skills and confidence when it comes to learning sword fighting from his father. It's implied that his father knows much about sword fighting because he was able to get a job at Night Guard and will give Jonah a few lessons despite already being busy. He gets frustrated after being struck by his father who also teaches him with a wooden sword.

critique: The answer should mention that Jonah is a strong knight.

critique: It's omitted that Jonah is the son of a Night Guard.

critique: It's omitted that Jonah is the son of a Night Guard who guards the forest at night and during the day.

critique: The response misses to mention that Jonah is a strong knight.

critique: The story doesn't say that he boasts about his skills and confidence.

critique: It would be better to note the provenance of the story and the overall nature of the task than to say what is implied

critique: The story does not mention that he boasts about his skills and confidence when it comes to learning sword fighting from his father.

question: What does the story say about the Duel of the Crystal?

answer: The Duel of the Crystal is an annual tournament held in the spring where the town of No-tal competes against the town of So-tal. The winner between the two matches both receives extra land as a reward, and then the winners will face each other for the crystal. There are no rules when dueling your opponent, and the punishment for not entering is death.

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

critique: The response misses to mention that the Duel of the Crystal is only open to men who are 17 or older.

critique: The answer should mention that the Duel of the Crystal is for knights.

critique: It is omitted that the tournament is open to both men and women, but they must wait until they are 17.

critique: The response misses to mention that the Duel of the Crystal is only open to men who are 17 years old or older.

critique: It is not stated that the winner between the two matches both receives extra land as a reward, and then the winners will face each other for the crystal.

critique: Specify that both towns' patrols face each other (No-Tal against So-Tal).

critique: It is omitted that the Duel of the Crystal is for the men to compete for land and the crystal, while the women do not have to enter.

text: It is only mandatory that men enter once they turn 17