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Prosecutors dropped all charges Wednesday against three Baltimore police officers accused in the arrest and death of Freddie Gray, bringing to an end one of the highest-profile criminal cases in the city's history with zero convictions.

Baltimore State's Attorney Marilyn J. Mosby acknowledged the long odds of securing convictions in the remaining cases following the acquittals of three other officers on similar though more serious charges.

In a hearing Wednesday meant to start the trial of Officer Garrett Miller, prosecutors dropped their cases against him, Officer William Porter and Sgt. Alicia White. Circuit Judge Barry G. Williams, who had acquitted the other officers, was expected to preside over the remaining trials as well.

After the most recent acquittal and "a great deal of thought and prayer," Mosby said, she resolved to drop the remaining charges. Mosby stood by her decision to bring the charges, pointing out that the medical examiner's office ruled Gray's death a homicide and that it's her job as the city's top prosecutor to seek justice.

"It's something that I've been grappling with for some time," Mosby said of her decision to end the prosecution, during an interview with The Baltimore Sun. "It's not something that was overnight."

Attorney Ivan Bates, who represents White and spoke on behalf of the defense teams, described the past year as a "nightmare" for the officers, who did not speak. He reiterated the defense argument that the officers didn't have anything to do with Gray's death, which they have characterized as a tragic accident.

"Not one of these officers woke up wanting to do anything negative to anyone," Bates said.

Gray's death has reverberated across Baltimore and the country at a time of national debate over the deaths of young black men in altercations with police. Gray, 25, died of severe neck injuries suffered in the back of a police van. He'd been shackled and handcuffed, but not secured in a seat belt.

Mostly peaceful protests erupted in Baltimore and lasted for days following his death. Then, on the day of his funeral, rioting, looting and arson broke out — and images of Baltimore in chaos were broadcast to an international audience.

Mosby charged the six Baltimore officers days later with offenses ranging from second-degree depraved-heart murder to manslaughter, reckless endangerment and misconduct in office.

The case pitted Mosby against police, and their verbal sparring Wednesday raised questions about their ability to cooperate going forward. The Fraternal Order of Police accused Mosby of pursuing a malicious and wrong-headed prosecution, while she accused police investigators of sabotage.

The case proved costly for the city.

The state's attorney's office and Police Department, which bought riot gear and paid officers overtime in anticipation of protests, spent an estimated $7.4 million on the trials, city officials said Wednesday. In addition, the city reached a $6.4 million settlement last year with Gray's family.

Under the broad theory of the case, the prosecution argued that the officers acted unreasonably, willfully disregarding their training and general orders, when they didn't secure Gray in a seat belt in the back of a police transport van and failed to get him medical help.

Prosecutors said those decisions led to Gray's death. They also argued that the officers had no probable cause to stop Gray and that Goodson, the van's driver, had given Gray a "rough ride."

All of the officers pleaded not guilty. Their attorneys argued that they acted reasonably and professionally and that the prosecution had no evidence to support the charges.

Williams, a former city prosecutor who investigated police misconduct for the U.S. Department of Justice, repeatedly questioned the legal theories put forth by prosecutors.

The trial of Porter ended with a hung jury and a mistrial in December, and Williams acquitted Officers Edward Nero and Caesar Goodson and Lt. Brian Rice after bench trials in May, June, and July, respectively.

Porter had been scheduled to be retried in September, and White had been scheduled to be tried in October.

At the conclusion of Wednesday's hearing, which lasted minutes, Williams lifted a standing gag order that had barred everyone involved in the case from speaking about it publicly. That led to dueling news conferences.

Mosby headed to the West Baltimore neighborhood where Gray had been arrested and stood on the sidewalk to explain her decision and to rail against the criminal justice system.

Mosby blamed a number of factors for her inability to secure a conviction, including having to rely on the Police Department to investigate its own and not having a say in whether the cases proceeded in front of a judge or jury. Under Maryland law, defendants get to pick a judge or jury.

"For those that believe I'm anti-police, it's simply not the case. I'm anti-police brutality," she said. "The only loss and the greatest loss in all of this was that of Freddie Gray's life.

"As a mother, the decision not to proceed on these trials, these remaining trials, is agonizing," she added. "However, as a chief prosecutor elected by the citizens of Baltimore, I must consider the dismal likelihood of conviction at this point."

She noted the "countless sacrifices" of her prosecutors in the case, including Chief Deputy State's Attorney Michael Schatzow and Deputy State's Attorney Janice Bledsoe, and said her office will continue to "fight for a fair and equitable justice system for all."

Gray's stepfather, Richard Shipley, said family members "stand behind Marilyn and her prosecuting team, and my family is proud to have them represent us."

"It was wrong what they did to my son," said Gray's mother, Gloria Darden.

Shortly thereafter, the officers, their defense attorneys and leaders of the Fraternal Order of Police Lodge 3, the union that represents the officers and paid for their defense, held their own news conference.

"Everybody wanted to find out what happened to Freddie Gray," Bates said. "The Baltimore City Police, they did the investigation, and they said it was an accident. ... The Baltimore City state's attorney's office had an opportunity to do an in-depth investigation, and they did not."

Lt. Gene Ryan, the union president, said, "Justice has been done." He also described Mosby's comments at her news conference as "outrageous" and "uncalled for."

Ryan said he expects the six officers to return to work, though all of them face possible discipline. Administrative investigations into their actions on the day of Gray's arrest and death are being conducted by the Montgomery County Police Department, with assistance from Howard County police. Once those investigations conclude, Baltimore Police Commissioner Kevin Davis would decide any discipline.

Davis, in a statement issued Wednesday, called Mosby's decision to drop the charges "a wise one" that will help the city heal and move forward.

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"As the trials end and this chapter in Baltimore's history closes, it is important that we collectively resolve to direct our emotions in a constructive way to reduce violence and strengthen citizen partnerships," Davis said. "Any motives that fall short of that are counterproductive and inconsistent with the values of Baltimoreans."

The conclusion of the Gray case comes at a pivotal moment for Baltimore and police-community relations.

The Justice Department is expected to release soon the results of a wide-ranging civil-rights investigation into the Police Department. Such reviews in other cities have resulted in increased spending on policing and findings of shortcomings and misguided practices.

_Baltimore Sun reporters Justin Fenton and Pamela Wood contributed to this article._

-   Baltimore Police Department

question: Summarize Mosby's feelings about the case discussed in the text.

answer: Mosby is the Baltimore city's top prosecutor and was the one in charge of the cases discussed in the text. She described bringing the charges as "agonizing" as a mother. She also stated her reasons for dropping the charges.

critique: The text doesn't state that Mosby was the one in charge of the cases discussed in the text.

critique: The answer should mention her feelings about the case.

critique: The answer should mention that Mosby is anti-police brutality.

critique: The answer should mention that Mosby blamed the criminal justice system for her inability to secure a conviction.

critique: The answer should mention Mosby's feelings about the case.

critique: The answer should mention that Mosby was unable to secure a conviction.

critique: The response should include that Mosby was also the one in charge of the cases discussed in the text.

text: She did not say that bringing the charges was agonizing, it was dropping the charges that was agonizing.

question: Who would want to hire Mosby in the future to fight their case?

answer: Other than Gray's family, no one that is mentioned in the document

critique: The answer is incorrect. Mosby is the State's Attorney.

critique: There is no mention of who might hire her in the future.

critique: The answer is incorrect. Mosby is the state's attorney.

critique: The answer is incorrect. Mosby is the state's attorney, so she is not hired by anyone.


split: train

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Giving first short story a revision - based off of Heat Death of Universe prompt. Any crit is welcome and appreciated, starting to give writing another go after long break.

So Shall It Be in the End.

While he sat staring out into the darkness his mind wandered. The overhead air vent released a cocktail of atmospheric gases in the form of a brisk breeze that swept across the room, sending chills down his spine and his mind’s eye racing into the past. He could feel the once familiar sensation of grass between his fingers, the cool dirt of the hillside pressed against his palms as he sat aside his father staring at what remained of the stars above.

“You know, a long time ago so-called scientist sat, just like we are, debating how there could be any dark spots in the sky.” They both sat on the hillside, their knees bent. Mak leaning back, his outstretched arms supporting him, curiously stared into the heavens. His father, lacking his son’s intrigue, hunched forward, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands lazily clasped between them.

“They claimed that at the end of time, the sky would be filled with the light of a million burning stars as the universe collapsed,” he said. Mak opened his mouth as if to speak but no words came out.

“Funny idea isn’t it?” his father said with a smirk, “I would give a pretty penny to see the look on their faces now.”

Mak remained silent, trying to envision the night sky filled with stars but it was difficult to imagine as a mere handful of glimmering spots scattered in the abyss was all he had ever known. His father, seeing the look of consternation across his young son’s face, took the opportunity to run his fingers through the boy’s blonde hair. Mak could almost feel the sensation of his hair between his father’s fingers when the cool breeze of the autumn night, or rather that of the ventilator above, sent goose bumps running up his neck. The cool dirt of the hillside was suddenly replaced by the cold reality of the steel bench beneath him.

He stood up, paying no mind to the viewing pleasure of others in the ship’s observation room as, per usual, he was alone. A sense of disappointment in returning to reality swept over him as he raised his right arm, pressing his palm against the viewing pane. He shifted his adept focus from the darkness that encompassed the regulated travel lanes, his route of mental escape, and stepped back, his hand tapping off the halo that ran from temple to temple across the rear of his head before returning to his hip. What moments ago seemed to be a portal into the vast darkness of space was now anything but as his enhanced optics faded back to relative norm. Millions of sublight engines burned bright as did their respective ship hulls glimmering in the reflection of the last star in the known universe, Exodus Prime, and what was a window into the emptiness of space was now nothing more than a dark island in a sea of vibrant red and orange hues.

Mak stood, contemplating the gravity of the spectacle before him as he had done on a near daily basis. The last remnants of known life were gathered here, crowded together around this last bastion of energy. Civilizations that had once spanned millions of light years were reduced to an existence entirely reliant on a single sun. “Irony,” he thought to himself. Mankind had managed to find a solution for nigh all of the obstacles that existed in the universe but it could find no solution for the very essence of the universe itself. Empires that had withstood the Great Wars and all those before them were now losing what would be their final fight - that against the forces of entropy.

Mak took yet another step back, his eyes squinting as he took in the burning glory of the fiery mosaic that filled the window and he laughed to himself. He laughed to himself for he came to a sudden realization that he had never reached before; all around him space was filled with the light of a burning stars as the sleek metal of ship hulls glowed amber in the reflection of the red dwarf that was Exodus Prime. The known universe was collapsing and what remained had amalgamated into a distorted sphere surrounding the last known sun. From where he stood, he realized, those so-called scientists were right.

“If only I could see the look on your face now,” he said, the corners of his mouth rising in a satisfying smirk as he visualized sitting aside his father on that long ago night.

title: [SF] So Shall It Be in the End.. Constructive Crit please

question: What does the story say about Mak's mother?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that Mak's mother is not mentioned.

question: What does the story say about Mak?

answer: Mak has been on the last ship in the universe, Exodus Prime, for longer than he can remember. He used to look through the window at the dark space outside the ship, considering the vastness of what's around. He would think about how long ago it was when scientists debated the lack of dark spots in the sky or the fact that the universe was collapsing, but here they were, in the last ship, the last bastion of life in the universe, circling around the last star.

critique: The answer should mention that Mak is on the observation deck.

critique: The answer doesn't mention that Mak is on the ship with his father.

critique: The response is missing the part where Mak's father tells him about the scientists who debated about the darkness in the sky.

critique: "He used to look through the window at the dark space outside the ship, considering the vastness of what's around." - this is incorrect. Mak was never looking through the window. He was thinking about the vastness of space when he was younger.

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

critique: I would add "the universe" after "here".

critique: The response is missing the part about Mak's father.

question: What is the setting of the story?

answer: The story takes place on a spaceship orbiting the last star in the universe.

critique: The setting is not on the ship itself, but rather in an observation room on the ship.

question: What is the story's theme?

answer: The story's theme is about the end of the universe.

critique: The answer should mention the irony of the situation.

critique: This does not go deep enough into the theme. It should contain more elements about what the theme is about


text:
“Where do we go from here?”  I thought as I laid on the rickety, old hotel mattress, my hands resting behind my head to avoid direct contact with the well-used pillow.  I stared at the ceiling while I pondered, trying to create a map in my head of where the next destination would be.  “Hey, Kale, should we travel north or west?” I turned my head toward him as I said the last word of my question.
	“Up to you.  You’re the master planner here,” Kale replied, a smirk growing on his handsome face.  I pondered further, my foot rapidly fidgeting as it dangled off the edge of the bed.  “But honestly, we need a better hotel next time,” he added, a few moments later.  I finally looked away from the ceiling as I removed my left hand from behind my head.  I started to examine my hand, slowly turning it and observing as if I had never seen it before.  My fingernails were chipped and dried blood rested around the edges.
	Kale was in the corner of the room sitting in an ancient armchair, his backpack in front of him so he could search through it while remaining seated.  He rustled around as if looking for something.  “Kale, do you think we can ever escape?” I asked, a hint of concern in my voice.
	“Our only limits are in our minds.  I know we can, and we will,” he assured me.  At that moment I realized that we could be running for a long time.  Cult leaders don’t let people leave easily.  Not alive, anyways.
	“Why did I join that stupid group anyways?” I thought to myself.  It was like signing up for a credit card - once you sign, you’re pretty much stuck with it for life.  I finally sat up on the rather lumpy bed and swung my legs around to the side.  I stood up, stretched my arms out, and casually wandered over to the window.  The tattered curtains were translucent and I could see the sun setting over the water without even moving them.
	“It’s a beautiful night,” Kale whispered from behind my neck, his breath sending a shiver down my spine.  I hadn’t realized he had gotten out of his chair.  He wrapped his hands around me, clasping them over my belly button.  “We should just forget everything and go out for a walk.  We can’t pass up a beautiful sight like this.”  Kale moved his left hand along my back and reached for my right hand.  He grabbed it gently and started to lead me to the old, wooden door.  I was in a state of infatuation and stupidly allowed him to guide me.  Kale and I walked down two flights of creaky, wooden stairs and exited the Lands End Hotel.  The truth behind the name of the hotel put me on edge, making me feel like there really was no escape other than to swim.  Or boat, but we had no way of getting one.
	We began to walk along the dirt path.  The hotel was in a forested area with a nearby beach.  Mosquitoes buzzed by my ears and I tried to swat them away with my free hand.  I realized that every aspect of my life involved getting rid of something, more accurately someone.  Renaldo sure was not happy when he found out that Kale and I left the cult.  Romance was not permitted there so we ran off together.  Betrayal was not permitted either.  Renaldo had likely sent Hugh and Gregory - two very strong men - after us.  Either that or he was chasing us himself.  I’d rather test my chances with Hugh and Gregory because Renaldo certainly had issues.
	Every time a twig broke beneath my feet, or a rodent scurried in the distance, my heart would beat faster.  I broke into a cold sweat.  Kale noticed the worry in my face and said, “Rita, don’t worry, we’re going to be fine out here.  There’s no way Renaldo could find us so quickly.  Just relax and enjoy the scenery.  It’s not every day that you get to visit Nova Scotia.”  He was right.  I tried to focus on the briney air coming in with the ocean breeze.  It calmed me and I became lost in the orange-pink sky.
	After walking for about a half hour, Kale suggested that we turn back.  He once again guided me and I once again allowed him to, only this time I really wanted to.  I felt safe with Kale.  The sun was barely visible, it was nothing but a thin gash on the canvas that was the sky.  With all the trees it was difficult to see, but the comfort of the air and Kale’s warmth allowed me to stay relaxed.  “Okay, we’re almost back,” I thought, “Only a few more minutes to go.”  I remembered the uncomfortable bed and suddenly heading back was less desirable, but I wanted to get away from the mosquitoes and the openness of the unfamiliar area.
Kale led us around a large tree; it must have been hundreds of years old.  I didn’t remember seeing it on the way out and felt a bit uneasy.  As I took my next step, my left foot caught on something.  I fell to the ground and the air escaped my lungs.  “Kale!  Where are you? I can’t see!” I shouted with the last bit of breath I could scrounge up.  A hand grabbed mine to help me up.  I instantly felt relieved.  But I soon realized that the hand was too big to be Kale’s.  I tried to let go but the hand clamped down on mine; the hand was so large that it completely consumed mine.  “Kale!  Help!” I tried my luck again, but there was no response once again.  I felt my heart break.  “Something is wrong,” I thought.  I figured that there was no point in wasting my energy on trying to escape my captor’s grasp, so I decided to save the effort for a better opportunity for escape.  The man ironically led me back to the hotel, but rather than going in the main doors, he opened a cellar that was accessible on the shore-side of the hotel.
	As I was forced to descend down the cold, cement stairs into the darkness below, I worried about Kale and whether he was okay.  “Sit,” said the man before me.  His dark silhouette pointed to an empty milk crate.  I obeyed without hesitation, a scrap of hope in mind.  The man aggressively tied my hands behind my back with a rope.  He took out a flashlight and shined it in my eyes so that I could not see what he looked like.  I heard a cough in the background, revealing that a second person was also in the room.  Using my energy that I saved from earlier, I headbutted the man in the groin.  The flashlight dropped to the ground and I rushed to pick it up, freeing my hands easily along the way with the adrenaline running through my veins.  I was shaking but I managed to aim the flashlight around, slowly at first, then quicker as I was trying to locate the second person in the room.  The man on the ground, sure enough, was Hugh.  I assumed the mysterious second person would be Gregory since they were always paired up together, but it wasn’t.  The circle of light allowed me to catch a glimpse of the second person’s shoe.  I slowly aimed the light up toward the face of the person.  “It can’t be... it just can’t...” I whispered aloud.
	“I’m so sorry, Rita,” whimpered Kale as he pointed a gun at my chest.

title: Trust Ends as the Ocean Begins - wrote this in 75 minutes for a Writer's Craft exam in grade 12

question: Summarize the plot of the story.

answer: The main characters are Rita, a woman, and Kale, a man. They are escaping from a cult that doesn't condone romance. The cult's leader, Renaldo, is after them because of their betrayal and he sent Hugh and Gregory, two strong men, after them.

critique: The answer should mention the twist at the end of the story.

critique: It is omitted that Rita and Kale run into Renaldo and Munce along the way, the latter reveals that he is the one who kidnapped Kale, and tries killing Rita, but she evades him for a time before re-encountering Kale, who intends to kill her.

critique: The answer should mention the twist at the end.

critique: "They are escaping from a cult that doesn't condone romance." - Rita and Kale are escaping a cult, but they are not escaping from a cult that doesn't condone romance. They are escaping from a cult that doesn't condone romance because romance is forbidden in the cult.

critique: The answer omits the major plot twist at the end.

critique: The answer omits that the two are captured and Kale turns on Rita.

critique: The answer omits the ending of the story.

question: Summarize Rita and Kale's hotel room.

answer: Rita and Kale are staying in a hotel room that is described as rickety and old. The mattress is lumpy and the pillow well-used. The curtains are tattered. The hotel is in a forested area with a nearby beach.

critique: The hotel is not described as being in a forested area with a nearby beach.

critique: There is no evidence to suggest the hotel is in a forested area with a nearby beach.

critique: Their runaway journey is all that's mentioned

critique: "The hotel is in a forested area with a nearby beach." - this is irrelevant and should be removed.

critique: The hotel is in a forested area with a nearby beach, not the other way around.

question: Summarize Rita and Kale's relationship.

answer: Rita and Kale are in a relationship. They are running away from a cult. Rita is worried about Kale, and Kale is trying to comfort her.

critique: It's omitted that Kale betrays Rita at the end of the story.

critique: The answer misrepresents the story by stating that Rita and Kale are in a relationship.

critique: The answer omits that Rita trusts Kale, and that he betrayed her.

critique: The answer omits the fact that Rita trusts Kale.


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The ideal agent is not always the one with the most sales under his or her belt, or the most years on the job. The ideal agent is one who listens to you, is easy to get along with, and has the tools and skills to address your unique situation.

Every home buyer is different. Some have credit issues. Some are buying from out of state. Some need help selling their current home in addition to buying a new one. Just as buyers have different needs, real estate agents have different skills and specialties.

HERE'S HOW TO FIND THE AGENT WHO'S RIGHT FOR YOU:

1.  ASK FRIENDS AND FAMILY FOR AGENT REFERRALS.

Nobody knows you as well as your friends and family do. So they're often in the best position to recommend an agent who is well-suited for your needs. You can also trust a referral from friends or family more than one that comes from a stranger.

1.  TALK TO MULTIPLE AGENTS.

I once saw a statistic that 84% of home buyers choose the first real estate agent they contact. This means one of two things. Either most people are choosing wisely the first time, or they're just rushing into things without shopping around. Probably a little of both.

You don't have to exhaust yourself interviewing agent after agent, but at least talk with two or three to see who you're most comfortable with (which leads to the next point).

1.  CONSIDER THE VIBE FACTOR.

Professional expertise is an important criterion when choosing a real estate agent. But interpersonal skills are equally important. After all, you'll be working with this person anywhere from 2 to 12 months, so it helps to get along with them. We all have unique personalities, and that's the way it should be. But when working with someone professionally, if helps if their personality "meshes" well with your own.

1.  READ PAPERWORK CAREFULLY.

This advice is heavily used for a reason. It's critical that you examine all documents during the home buying process, and that includes your agent agreement. At some point during the relationship, your agent will probably ask you to sign an agent agreement. Basically, it just means that if the agent shows you a particular property, your purchase of the property should be credited to that agent. In most cases it's a simple, standard documents– just be sure to read it carefully and ask questions.

1.  CHECK ONLINE REVIEWS AND COMMENTS

Talk with recent clients. Ask agents to provide a list of what they've listed and sold in the past year, with contact information.

6. LOOK UP THE LICENSING

States will have boards that license and discipline real estate agents in those states, says Phipps. Check with your state's regulatory body to find out if the person is licensed and if there have been any disciplinary actions or complaints, or check to see if the information is posted online.

1.  SELECT AN AGENT WITH THE RIGHT CREDENTIALS

Just as doctors specialize, so do real estate agents. And even generalists will get additional training in a certain specialty of real estate sales. Here's what some of the designations mean:

-   CRS (Certified Residential Specialist): Completed additional training in handling residential real estate.
-   ABR (Accredited Buyer's Representative): Completed additional education in representing buyers in a transaction.
-   SRES (Seniors Real Estate Specialist): Completed training aimed at helping buyers and sellers in the 50-plus age range.

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question: What does the text say about different kinds of real estate agents?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention the different kinds of real estate agents.


text:
(It's the first draft and part of a larger story, so...)

Rickartsdale? That little village? Nothing out there worth seeing. Nothing but a few small families and scary stories. Worse, it’s way out in the boonies. Far enough that you wouldn’t even see it on many maps. Used to be a bigger place, a proper community even. Things tend to be a little off in remote places like that, strange happenings and folks fleeing in a big hurry. Typical setup for your common folk tale. That is what you asked for, though... so...

Right, Rickartsdale. A proper farming community out just beyond the western border of the old kingdom. The little town sank into decline when folks started going missing. Like I said, typical setup. The culprit this time was your typical boogieman, a monster the people had started calling “the Druid of Weeds.” Nobody seemed quite sure what “it” actually was, but there were a lot of sightings. Some people said it was a wild-man, other people claimed it was a monstrously large cat, the big ones you don’t see in that region... Like jungle cats. Panthers, but big like a lion. Some folks even claimed it was a humble and unfamiliar ranch cat that stalked them. The one factor that always matched up was the eyes. Eyes that didn’t match, copper and emerald and full of hate like you wouldn’t believe. Contempt, most said. And another thing. This druid, or whatever it really was, a vigilant soul could catch it just sittin’ there watching you. Scoping out your habits, your home, your animals, not like a beast, but like a man planning something evil. Vigilant or not, the “prey” would find weeds around the monsters vantage point. Like the plants were compelled to grow wherever he planted his feet.

That was the unsettling part of the stories to me. If he skulked about long enough, you could see the paths he took around your property. A neat little line of weeds circling your home, leading up to the window outside your room. It was an evil omen, and being a farming community, you deal with weeds often enough that you may not see it. And if you neglected, they might just grow anyway, whether you were prey or not. Spooked a lot of folks, some even got out of dodge. Got worse when people started ending up dead.

It was always the farmers, though. Farmers, and traders coming in with their wares loaded up tall on whatever beast of burden they had. We found more than a few merchants on the side of the path, dragged just off the way and surrounded by their trinkets. People were quick to find out that the deaths were related to animals used for labor. Nothing was ever stolen, as far as the people knew, but the animals were always missing. Every once in awhile you would even find a branded animal roaming free and feral again, so they weren’t being stolen either.

Ah hell, I let that “we” slip, didn’t I? Well, you must have known, since you came looking for me in particular. That’s right, my folks were some of the many to walk away from that hole once things got bad. Once the town started trying to live off the land without any help of animals. Once the people were so afraid that they would drive away outsiders, just because they came on horseback. Eventually, people just stopped coming around entirely. The town, now a village, may as well have been an island. No place to raise a kid, the population may as well have been a cult.

The damndest thing, though, the reason this really stuck with me, there used to be a little cat that came around. A little stray cat with grey charcoal fur and mismatched eyes. He would come around the farm and beg for scraps. Just me, though, he had a way of making himself scarce when my father would come around. Good enough that I don’t think my parents ever saw it. He threw a bit of a fit one day, I was too young to figure why at the time, but he found me out back behind the barn one day taking a midday nap. I woke up in a knee-high growth of weeds. Told him it wasn’t there when I fell asleep... It was a short, soft bed of grass I fell asleep on, with that little stray on my chest. We moved away from there about a week later. Not before my father had a chance at getting a hunting party together. They never found anything, though. It’s hard to hunt something like that, chasing an idea from a story, and pissing it off something fierce in the process. It was easier to just leave, and we did. Left everything behind, too. We were marked, and there was no way we could load up a drawn cart. No way to move it without a donkey. We had to leave on foot.

*********************************

The man leaned back in his chair, readying himself for his conclusion to the story only to be interrupted by the woman sitting at the table across from him.

“Sounds like our guy.”

He cleared his throat. “Excuse me?”

“That’s definitely the one I’m looking for. When are we leaving?” The woman bore down on him with startlingly blue eyes. Eyes that didn’t entirely seem right on a person, just a little too bright, and fixed with a look of subdued fanaticism.

“I don’t think you quite understood what I was getting at...”

“Sunrise, then? I’ll get a couple of horses ready.”

“You weren’t even listening, were you?”

She grinned in response, but something in that mischievous smile made him uncomfortable. “I got the important bits. I’ll see you in the morning.”

title: Weeds

question: What is the intention of the writer in creating this work?

answer: To create a supsenseful story, with some mystery as well.

critique: The answer doesn't really go into any detail about what the intention is. The model should consider rewriting this response.

critique: The answer is very vague in relation to the text and doesn't really answer the question.

critique: The story isn't necessarily suspenseful.

text: It's not really made clear what the intention of the story is. The answer can only be speculative, so it would be better to use speculative terms like "possibly" or "perhaps" when writing it.

category: coherence


text:
Part One: The Turning Point

	Picture for a moment, if you will, someone you love. Picture that person, really focus on them. What would you be willing to do for that person? Is there a limit to what you would do for them? I'll bet there is. Would you kill for them? And I don't mean kill in defense, I mean murder. Would you slaughter innocent lives for that person? Would you transcend into a place of pure evil? Would you become, for all intensive purposes, a monster? Most of you probably wouldn't. But I’m about to do just that.
	We all have regrets. Things that we wish we could go back and change. I have only recently learned what it means to truly regret something. Meeting her was the turning point in my life. The day our eyes met was the day I began my descent into darkness, I just didn't know it yet.
	Her name was Emarosa, and she was my goddess. I can see her so vividly, like she's right in front of me. Pale skin that seemed to glow under the moon. Her hair was the midnight sky and her eyes were the brightest of all the stars. She was like a mirror that reflected back everything good in the world.
	It was almost 3 years ago when I asked her to marry me, and half that long since she did. I remember it clearly. As I saw her walk down the aisle my heart exploded and filled my body with warmth from head to toe. This is it I thought, this is joy in the purest and most primitive sense. Nothing else mattered, I was on top of the world. Months prior we had agreed that we didn't need an extravagant honeymoon. No paradise could compare to just spending a week in the country away from the world in each other's arms. And that's what we did.
	We were driving down an unlit back road to our cabin. It was almost three in the morning and she was sleeping in the passenger seat. I glanced over at her to admire how peaceful she looked. It was just for a moment, but in that moment everything changed.
	I didn't see the road turn. What happened after played in slow motion. The vehicle collided with a tree like a wave breaking against a cliff as one lone branch reached out through the shattered windshield and tore right through her heart. All at once her eyes snapped open, as she gasped for air. She brought her gaze upon me one last time before her frail form went limp. I watched what remained of her life drain from her eyes through the hole in her chest. Her white gown now stained in the most violent shade of red.
	I spent the next few days in a trance. I can hardly remember anything from the ambulance ride back to civilization to the last shovelful of dirt my trembling hands cast upon her casket. For the first time in my life I felt lost, like an untrained sailor out at sea with no idea of what direction to go next.
	The following months led me to a very dark place. I lost my job, and my mind fell into disarray. The last bit of light in my eyes was snuffed out like a candle that day, and I had no desire to keep on living. Alone in the dark I groped through the unruly stack of past due bills, and eviction notices for the gun I left sitting there. The cold barrel against my temple was the first real thing I had felt since the woman I love died. My thumb searched for the hammer, and pulled it back. The click echoed and reverberated off of the collection of empty bottles littered across the floor. I took a deep breath, and eased my finger into the trigger housing. Just as I began to squeeze a cold hand grabbed my wrist, and eased my arm back down. I spun around and saw something I will never forget. It was her. My Emarosa.

Part Two: The Collector

	I never believed in the supernatural before that night, but there she was smiling down at me. She reached out her hand and caressed my cheek. Tears rolled down my face, and sizzled against her ghostly flesh, and that’s when I realized it. Suddenly I was aware that my cheek was burning, her hand was white hot. I jumped away startled. Her smile twisted sadistically, and her flesh burned away. There standing in her place was the most sinister looking man I had ever seen.
	 He called himself The Collector. He was well over seven feet tall, smartly dressed in a red suit and a midnight black leather duster. His narrow face, and high, well defined cheek bones accentuated the malice that radiated from his dark eyes. The Collector pulled a pack of smokes from his duster, stuck one in his mouth, and lit it. He gave me a vague description of who he was, and what he did.
	It was explained that he was a demon of sorts, or at least what we refer to as a demon, and as his name implies he is a collector. Every once in a while he would cross over into our world, and present a grief stricken mortal with a most tempting offer. In exchange for one-thousand souls he would return your loved one. In other words, if I sacrificed enough people to him he would bring Emarosa back from the grave, just as she was before.
	Like any decent person I was hesitant, but he made it very clear that it was my choice. He laid a very ancient looking dagger in my hands and explained that it didn’t matter how the person died as long as I slit their throat with the dagger afterwards. He also explained that the weapon would lose its power after five years, and if I hadn’t harvested enough souls by then I would never get her back. The Collector flashed one last ominous grin and disappeared into the shadows, leaving nothing behind but a smoldering cigarette butt.
	I think I was always going to accept the deal, but I didn’t want to give in too easily. I wanted to be a good guy. I packed my father’s old military rucksack with clothes, my revolver, ammo, and yes even the dagger. I became a vagabond, and I wandered for quite some time. With each day that passed I became hollower, more detached. I forgot the taste of happiness, and lusted after it desperately. I had lost my purpose, my spark, and I was about to lose my humanity.
	This is where I am now. Standing above the filthy, unconscious body of some nameless transient with my dagger drawn. I can almost hear the blade crying out for blood. Screaming for violence. I smile, bend over and cut the man’s throat from ear to ear. Steam rises from the wound and embraces my quivering form as his neck spits the last bit of life from his body.
	I hear a man slow clap from behind me, and I turn to face The Collector. He flashes a grin, one that I understand immediately. We have a deal.

title: [TH] A dark thriller/tragedy. Work in progress.

question: What does the story say about the type of relationship the narrator had with Emarosa?

answer: The story begins with the narrator's memories of Emarosa, whom he loves. They were engaged and had a pact not to take a lavish honeymoon since they'd rather spend time in the country in each other's arms. After Emarosa's death, the narrator is grief-stricken and begins to lose his purpose in life. He even loses his job after he had stopped going to work. The narrator believes that The Collector is the answer to his problems, since he's willing to trade a thousand souls to bring Emarosa back.

critique: The answer should mention that Emarosa was killed in a car accident.

critique: The narrator's job loss is not relevant to his relationship with Emarosa.

question: What does the story say about the type of person the narrator is?

answer: The narrator is very much in love with his wife, Emarosa. When she dies, he becomes depressed and loses his job. He is also indebted and loses his home, leaving him nothing and no one to live for. When he is about to commit suicide and when he kills for the first time, he is taken over by The Collector, who offers to bring back Emarosa from the dead in return for 1000 souls. The narrator is willing to kill for her and becomes a serial killer to get his wife back.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator is a serial killer.

critique: The story does not say that the narrator is indebted and loses his home, leaving him nothing and no one to live for.

critique: The narrator was already a serial killer when he made the deal. He was already killing people when the deal was made.

critique: The narrator's quirk of stabbing people with a dagger before The Collector suggests that he is willing to keep killing, notwithstanding "The Pact", is omitted.

critique: The narrator is not a serial killer. He is a man who is willing to kill for his wife.

critique: The response should include that the narrator is willing to do anything for Emarosa, even if it means killing innocent people.

critique: The narrator is not indebted and loses his home. He is about to commit suicide and loses his job.

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

answer: The estranged husband of the narrator's dead lover comes to her with a deal from a demon: sacrifice one thousand souls, and the demon will bring the dead lover back to life. In exchange, the old woman agrees to kill a random victim so she can get the weapon back -which she believes is the only thing preventing her from going to hell-which she'll need to kill the demon. So she goes and kills a random stranger which necessitates sacrificing one person to finally get closure on the death of her beloved.

critique: The response is incorrect and does not answer the question.

critique: The response is incorrect. The narrator is not the estranged husband of the dead lover. The narrator is the one who killed the woman.

critique: The response is a summary of the deal between the narrator and the demon, not of the first victim.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: This is false. It is The Collector that is in need of a thousand souls

critique: The story does not mention the narrator's first victim.


text:
Running a business is no smooth ride. The best business leaders are the ones who manage to get a balance between the effervescence, constant change and human nature of the people in their organization and all the business data and rational decisions they have to make in order to keep the company moving forward.

At the end of the day, the success of any business is based on its profits. But no profit can be made without people.

It’s impossible to fit into a spreadsheet cell the impact an employee can have over the bottom line, try as you might. But that impact exists and it can be influenced by how well an employee is trained within the company.

Since it’s so hard to see crystal clear ROI for how more knowledgeable workers increase company profitability, training budgets are among the first to be cut in hard times. In many cases however, this decision can turn out to be what the Brits say “penny-wise and pound-foolish”.

A cut training budget may positively affect cash flow in the short term, but may trigger some serious negative effects in the long run.

Providing relevant learning opportunities and professional development for employees is certainly a significant investment. Couple this with the aforementioned foggy ROI, and you can’t really blame managers for searching for options and consider all the ways to cut training costs.

Going online might be the perfect middle ground. Through e-learning employees can still get the training they need, while managers can optimize the training expenses.

Here are five ways online training is more cost-effective than the traditional way of supporting employees to become more knowledgeable and productive.

1. No more costs with training facilities

Traditional training needs physical space. Whether there is a training room available in the building or it must be rented somewhere else, the availability of this physical space comes with a cost. If employees — or trainers, for that matter — need to go to a different location, in a different district, region or country, travel and accommodation costs increase the training bill.

What’s more, if a training program or session lasts for more than a few hours, lunch should be provided, at the cost of the beneficiary company. That’s because people can’t absorb new information efficiently when they’re hungry. No one is their true self when they’re hungry, so lunch is actually a small price to pay.

All these costs disappear completely in the case of online training.

Renting a physical space for delivering training becomes unnecessary, and so does the corresponding travelling and accommodation.

Both trainers and trainees still need to eat to function properly, but since they’re not tied to one physical location they can do this on their own terms and on their own resources.

2. Easier maintenance and management of training materials

In a traditional face-to-face training setting hard copies of learning materials and various printed hand-outs are inevitable. Depending on the class size and repeatability of the course, the costs related to printing can become considerable.

And when new rules are to be included in the training materials the old printed ones become obsolete. Trees are destroyed and ink wasted.

Since online training makes no use of ink and paper, trees are thus saved, and so are money.

Perhaps developing training materials for online courses takes as much time as for traditional ones, but maintaining them is so much easier and completely free. The same training materials, once created, can be used and reused as many times as needed, without recurring costs.

Plus, whenever these online materials need to be updated based on latest standards or modified in one way or another, this can be done without spending a dime.

3. Faster turnaround

The main drawback of traditional training is that it was designed to meet the trainer’s needs. It’s always easier for a trainer to deliver one session in front of many trainees than to spend time with each individual, basically repeating the same thing over and over.

But managers are starting to care about learners’ needs more, as they realize they are the ones who must improve their performance and consequently the bottom line of the company.

Online training puts more control into trainees’ hands. They can decide when to attend a training course and how much time to allocate to it. If the means through which they access the course — moreover a company LMS — has a responsive design, they can also decide where they need to be when accessing that course.

Being able to access the right piece of information at the time they most need it, no matter what device they use, makes employees better remember and recall training materials. More to that, the time they spend away from their core tasks is significantly reduced.

Cheaper does not necessarily mean better

Success stories of companies that turned the gear towards online training and witnessed significant reductions in costs abound. According to an older study, IBM managed to cut approximately one third of its previous training budget after going digital, to give one example.

However, plenty of companies make haste to deliver online training and leave the traditional training classroom in the rear-view mirror, but don’t witness the same positive results as IBM did. It all depends on the company’s learning needs and readiness to adopt technology.

Sometimes, a blended approach to training — combining classroom instruction with online courses — may be an even better solution for offering learning opportunities for employees while optimizing budgets.

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Livia is one of the online voices of MATRIX by CYPHER LEARNING. She writes about workplace learning and L&D strategies for businesses, as well as other training and e-learning related subjects.

question: Why is there a need for training despite the fact that educational systems exist for people to use prior to joining the workforce?

answer: People's needs differ, and entering a workplace means that there are new things to learn about how to synthesize information, how to comply to the functional duties of an occupation, as well as how to navigate co-workers and possible social slights.

critique: Seeing co-workers and navigating social slights is not a major part of the training given by companies, so the entire response is repeated here to omit.

critique: The response is not correct and the correct answer is not found in the passage.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.


text:
I got really bored, and wrote this weird story about a psychotic guy with a split personality, dealing with tiny ordeals in his life, like waiting for a package in the mail, it basically covers a few days following his descent into insanity, and the resulting confusion when he returns to his original state of mind, its not entirely serious, and some parts may seem out of place, maybe you will get a chuckle out of the end, who knows.
it reads like a diary, constructive feedback is welcome but please remember this was the result of intense boredom, and is in no way a professional piece of text, i wrote it for fun, it mainly focuses on somebodies fascination with the dull and mundane.

day 4 of waiting for package.

the package has not yet arrived, the predicted delivery date was the 10th of june, as you can see, today is not the 10th of june, but still i sit at my letterbox, pen ready in my hand to sign for my package, weeping endlessly, i don't think i can endure this suffering for much longer.

the mailman has visited, but with him, no packages, i inquire as to their current location, but all i get is a swift dismissal and some pathetic excuse claiming that he does not handle the shipping, only the local deliveries, to this i give him a swift middle finger, and tell him to notify me when my package is on its way.

it has been exactly 76 seconds since i wrote that last body of text, and still, no package, seconds feel like months, minutes feel like years, hours feel like decades, i have lived a long, prosperous life in the past 6 hours, but to my bewilderment, still...no package has blessed me with its beige and crinkly glory, i decide to sit back down by the letterbox, novelty calendar by my side, clock perched at my knee, ticking endlessly.

day 5 waiting for package

i fall asleep at the door, and when i awake i notice a small red slip hanging from the half closed letterbox, my eyes widen, could this be it? has my day of reckoning finally come? no, it is a "sorry we missed you!' notification slip, i silently curse the wretched postman for not doing as i asked and take the slip, pinning it to the bathroom door adjacent to me, and continue my endless wait.

day 6 waiting for package

i have watched the sun set and rise, all within a matter of seconds, i do not know what happened to my clothes, i do not know why my hair has been torn out, all i know is that my ball of postal love is now its way to my very location, this thought fills me with glee, and then it fills me with endless melancholy, at the wait i face, i consider buying plane tickets to the US, so i can go and collect it myself, but i quickly dismiss the idea, realising that if i had the money to do that, i could have just bought first class.

I realise it has only been 2 days, but my red hot brain simply does not care, rattling inside my head, bouncing off the walls of my skull, every single lobe and cortex filled with the image of a perfectly square, brown package with a neatly placed, anatomically perfect sticker in the middle, and in glorious black text, my name and address, obviously i will have to defile this work of consumerist art, but for now the idea of it being sat there, in all its glory, fills me with a feeling of pure elation, like drinking a bottle of human endorphins, and then rolling around on a soft, silk carpet.

day 8 waiting for package

My wait has become torture, an acute sense of pure dread, time means nothing anymore, all of the letters and scam slips that have been delivered lie in a crumpled heap on the floor below the letterbox, i keep them there so that when my package arrives, it will have a soft cushiony landing, consumed in unpaid bills and religious propaganda.

i painted the walls red, i don't know why, nor do i have memory of this incident, all i know is that my walls are now red, with a slight hint of magenta, and a picture of someone elses child is pinned to the back wall, my deep descent into insanity has taken me to the dark depths of my own subconscious, painting colours i had not seen before, flinging at me balls of compacted sound, so tightly packed that i could see wavelengths leaking from the tiny cracks that litter its surface, my mind feels ready, volatile, the moment the package slides through my now immaculate letter box, i will burst through the door and cut the postmans trachea with a long thin knife. Although i do not remember leaving this spot, it seems i now have a large array of sharp weapons surrounding me in a perfect semi circle.

i no longer know how long i have been waiting here, i have not slept, i have not eaten, i simply phase out of my own body and sit there, completely still, for hours and hours, my ear drums feel like thin ice, a hint of pressure and they will smash, cracking my surroundings and instantly making me aware of my imminent doom, or in this case, my imminent salvation, i will sacrifice this postman to the gods of logistics and shipment, in hope they reward my dedication with a gift only a great deity could give.

my package arrived and its a fucking yoga dvd, this isn't what i fucking ordered, wait...what did i order? i run outside and hastily drag the dead and bleeding postman into my hall and frantically pace the room, where the hell have i been? what have i been doing? who the fuck ordered this yoga dvd? why are my walls red? why is there a dead guy in my living room? oh god there is blood everywhere, little flecks of bloody skin are stuck to the fur on the carpet, what the fuck am i gonna tell my insurance company? i went into a frenzy of psychosis while waiting for a package and murdered a postman in cold blood?

i consider the obvious, and dash for the yoga dvd sat in a crumple of stupid fucking beige packaging, i tear the protective film off and violently open the dvd, a note is delicately slid beneath the disc, i take a moment, compose myself, and pull the note from beneath the disc, appropriately named "Betty's 5 Star Workout" on the back of the slip of paper, there is a note that reads:

"regards, us.”

title: [MF] Untitled short story i wrote.

question: Why is it foolish to ask the postman where the parcel is?

answer: The postman is not responsible for the parcel. He only delivers the local mail.

critique: The answer should clarify why the postman can't answer the question.

critique: It is omitted that the postman is not responsible for the parcel but only delivers the local mail.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The postman is responsible for the parcel.

critique: The postman is not responsible for the parcel. He only delivers the local mail. - this is not the reason why it is foolish to ask the postman where the parcel is. The story doesn't say.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

text: There should be no answer to this question.

category: accuracy

question: On day six what are the signs of mental deterioration?

answer: The protagonist has lost track of time, their clothes, and their hair.

critique: It is omitted that the protagonist has become very obsessed with the package.

question: How and where did the narrator get the red paint to paint the room?

answer: Probably from the yoga dvd packaging.

critique: There is no evidence to support this claim.

text: This answer is incorrect. There should be no answer as the red paint did not paint a room.

question: Why is the narrator disappointed with the contents of the parcel?

answer: He does not recall ordering the parcel, and it is the wrong type of parcel.

critique: 'and it is the wrong type of parcel.' is not stated.

critique: The narrator is not disappointed with the parcel, he is angry.


text:
reed to publish it -- and for her Cormoran Strike detective series, which she wrote under the pseudonym Robert Galbraith. Since she was applying anonymously, she didn’t have the benefit of the Potter caché when she submitted that manuscript. But she kept going anyway. “I wasn't going to give up until every single publisher turned me down, but I often feared that would happen,” Rowling wrote. “I had nothing to lose and sometimes that makes you brave enough to try.”

ELON MUSK
If you look closely, Musk’s career is actually littered with rejections and missteps. He apparently didn’t get any traction when he applied for a gig at Netscape in the 1990s. He was fired from his job as PayPal’s CEO after spending some time in the position after the company bought his finance startup X.com. His early attempts at building an aerospace business saw him dealing with less than enthused Russian entities that refused to sell him any rockets. But after each rejection, he went on to build something new. After his stint at Netscape came his first business, Zip2. After PayPal, he went on to co-found Tesla, SpaceX, Neuralink and The Boring Company. Musk still deals with setbacks such as Tesla production bottlenecks and enough rocket explosions to edit together a montage. But he is still reaching for the stars.

OPRAH WINFREY
While Winfrey is a huge success now, it was actually an early setback that helped forge the media icon she later became. After seven months as a co-anchor for the evening news at a local Baltimore station, sharing the news desk with a veteran anchor who frequently disrespected her, Winfrey was fired from the job. She was then tapped to host the network’s morning show, _People Are Talking_, which yielded some less than stellar reviews in the early go. Undeterred, Winfrey was going to make the most of the opportunity. Reflecting on the experience to _The Baltimore Sun_, Winfrey said, "Not all my memories of Baltimore are fond ones. … But I do have fond memories of Baltimore, because it grew me into a real woman. I came in naive, unskilled, not really knowing anything about the business -- or about life. And Baltimore grew me up.”

WARREN BUFFETT
Warren Buffett, one of the richest men on the planet, has been operating in the business world for a long time. The octogenarian CEO of Berkshire Hathaway starting making investments when he was just 11-years-old. You might think most of his career was smooth sailing, but the Oracle of Omaha has dealt with rejection too. At 19, he tried to get into his dream school Harvard, but it didn't happen. In an interview with Alice Schroeder in her biography of the tycoon, he shared how his application went awry. "I looked about 16 and emotionally was about 9. I spent 10 minutes with the Harvard alumnus who was doing the interview, and he assessed my capabilities and turned me down." While Harvard wasn’t the right fit, it led him to Columbia where he honed his skills in investing. It has clearly paid off.

BARBARA CORCORAN
Real estate mogul and investor Barbara Corcoran’s career also began somewhat inauspiciously. The then 22-year-old waitress got a loan from her boyfriend to launch a real estate firm. They built the company together, but then seven years in, she was blindsided when he told her that he was leaving -- and marrying her secretary. Years later, when Corcoran was in contention to be one of the judges on _Shark Tank_, she had the job, lost it to another female entrepreneur, and then won it back by writing a letter to the production team telling them what they would lose out on if they didn’t hire her for the team. “I said that all the best things happened to me on the heels of rejection and I considered his rejection a lucky charm,” Corcoran told _Entrepreneur_. “I cited half dozen similar situations throughout my career where obstacles turned into my greatest opportunities.”

JEFF BEZOS
Even though Amazon is so successful that American cities are actively bidding to host the ecommerce giant's second headquarters, at the beginning of the company’s life, Bezos was met with a lot of questions about whether it could even get off the ground. In an interview with _60 Minutes_, he explained the juggling act he had to do to raise early funds for the business. “I had to take 60 meetings to raise $1 million, and I raised it from 22 people at approximately $50,000 a person,” Bezos recalled. “It was nip and tuck whether I was going to be able to raise that money. So, the whole thing could have ended before the whole thing started. That was 1995, and the first question every investor asked me was: ‘What’s the internet?'” Eventually, it seemed that people caught on to what he was building.

SALLIE KRAWCHECK
Krawcheck was one of the most recognizable women on Wall Street. But in 2008, during the height of the financial crisis, she was publicly fired from her position as Citigroup’s chief financial officer after she said that the firm had an obligation to pay back some of the money that their clients had lost because of its advice. Krawcheck also believes that being a woman in a high-ranking leadership role led to her dismissal. But she channeled that rejection into becoming a first-time entrepreneur and launched an investing platform for women called Ellevest. “The biggest risk is not taking any career risk," Krawcheck told _Entrepreneur_. "We all need to be pushing ourselves in different directions, otherwise we risk having the world just pass us by.”

How do you bounce back from rejection? Let us know in the comments.

question: Summarize what the article says about rejection.

answer: The article lists several successful people who have had to deal with rejection. The article states that rejection can be a good thing and can lead to opportunities. The article also states that rejection can be a good thing if it makes you work harder.

critique: This is redundant and should be omitted.

question: Summarize what the article says about Elon Musk.

answer: Elon Musk's career is littered with rejections and missteps. He didn't get any traction when he applied for a gig at Netscape in the 1990s. He was fired from his job as PayPal's CEO after spending some time in the position after the company bought his finance startup X.com. His early attempts at building an aerospace business saw him dealing with less than enthused Russian entities that refused to sell him any rockets. But after each rejection, he went on to build something new. After his stint at Netscape came his first business, Zip2. After PayPal, he went on to co-found Tesla, SpaceX, Neuralink, and The Boring Company.

critique: The answer should mention that he was rejected from Harvard.

critique: "But after each rejection, he went on to build something new. After his stint at Netscape came his first business, Zip2. After PayPal, he went on to co-found Tesla, SpaceX, Neuralink, and The Boring Company." - this is unnecessary information and should be deleted.

critique: The response should include that Musk is still reaching for the stars, despite setbacks.

critique: The answer should mention the specific misstep that led to the firing.

critique: The answer should mention that Musk is still reaching for the stars.

critique: Musk also deals with lingering production bottlenecks and enough rocket explosions to create montages. This should also be in the response.

critique: The answer should mention that he is still reaching for the stars.

question: Summarize what the article says about Oprah Winfrey.

answer: Oprah Winfrey was fired from her job as a co-anchor for the evening news at a local Baltimore station. She was then tapped to host the network's morning show, People Are Talking, which yielded some less than stellar reviews in the early go. Undeterred, Winfrey was going to make the most of the opportunity. Reflecting on the experience to The Baltimore Sun, Winfrey said, "Not all my memories of Baltimore are fond ones. … But I do have fond memories of Baltimore, because it grew me into a real woman. I came in naive, unskilled, not really knowing anything about the business -- or about life. And Baltimore grew me up.”

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

question: Summarize what the article says about Warren Buffett.

answer: Warren Buffett is one of the richest men on the planet. He started making investments when he was just 11-years-old. He applied to Harvard but was rejected. However, he eventually went to Columbia, where he honed his skills in investing.

critique: It is omitted that Buffett tried to get into his dream school, Harvard, but it didn't work out.

critique: The answer omits that Buffett was rejected by Harvard at 19.

critique: The answer should mention that Buffett was rejected from Harvard because he looked 16 and emotionally was about 9.

critique: The response does not mention that Buffett was rejected from Harvard and that he was accepted to Columbia.

question: Summarize what the article says about Barbara Corcoran.

answer: Barbara Corcoran was a 22-year-old waitress when she got a loan from her boyfriend and launched a real estate firm. Seven years later, she was blindsided when her boyfriend left her for her secretary. Years later, she was in contention to be a judge on Shark Tank, but lost the job to another female entrepreneur. She wrote a letter to the production team, saying that they would lose out on an opportunity if they didn't hire her. This worked and she got the job.

critique: The answer omits that Corcoran was fired from her position as CFO at Citigroup.

critique: The letter to the production team should be mentioned.

critique: The answer should mention that the loan was from her boyfriend, not that it was a loan.

critique: The question is not asking for a summary of the article's content.

critique: It is omitted that she was fired from her position as Citigroup’s chief financial officer after she said that the firm had an obligation to pay back some of the money that their clients had lost because of its advice.

critique: The first sentence of the answer is not relevant to the question.

critique: The answer omits that Corcoran was fired from her position as CFO of Citigroup.

question: Summarize what the article says about Jeff Bezos.

answer: The article discusses how Amazon is so successful that American cities are actively bidding to host the ecommerce giant's second headquarters. At the beginning of the company's life, Bezos was met with a lot of questions about whether it could even get off the ground. He had to take 60 meetings to raise $1 million and raise it from 22 people at approximately $50,000 a person. He raised it from 22 people at approximately $50,000 a person. It was nip and tuck whether Bezos was going to be able to raise that money.

critique: The last sentence is redundant and should be removed.

critique: The first sentence needs to tie into Jeff Bezos's executive role at Amazon or context linking back to the article.

question: Summarize what the article says about Sallie Krawcheck.

answer: Sallie Krawcheck was one of the most recognizable women on Wall Street. She was fired from her position as Citigroup's chief financial officer after she said the firm had an obligation to pay back some of the money their clients had lost because of its advice. Krawcheck believes that being a woman in a high-ranking leadership role led to her dismissal. She channeled that rejection into becoming a first-time entrepreneur and launched an investing platform for women called Ellevest.

critique: The answer should mention that Krawcheck was fired during the financial crisis.

critique: The answer should mention that Krawcheck was fired during the height of the financial crisis.


text:
Online, onscreen, on CKUT community radio, via street art in your town, and with dancing! Join us from anywhere and everywhere!

This year’s Montreal Anarchist Bookfair, Sunday, May 17, 2020. Connecting ideas across distance from 10:30 a.m. to midnight EDT.

Tabling this year will be a bit different. But what would a bookfair be without books! We encourage you to “stroll around” the TABLERS 2020 on May 17. You’ll find deals and free stuff, and you can support anarchistic publishers, artists, and others struggling to survive during COVID-19. In addition, check out the Art and Anarchy call for street art on physical walls in various cities, and online workshops, talks, and chat rooms. We’ll also be hosting a film screening and rounding off the day with a special DJ set “dance” party!

To listen or join into the workshops, 11 am to 6 pm, you need to download MUMBLE, a free open-source voice chat program, where we will be hosting them: HERE IS AN EASY TO FOLLOW GUIDE! You can also listen in onCKUT’S STREAM from 11 am to 4 pm!

IF THE CKUT STREAM IS NOT WORKING – TRY THIS:

Due to the high volume of traffic it is possible that you will not be able to stream ckut.ca. If this is the case you can go toHTTP://CKUT.AIRTIME.PRO/. Click the play button at the bottom of the screen next to LIVE DJ or the name of the show
You can also listen to us on Radio Player:HTTP://RADIOPLAYER.CKUT.CA/

To watch the film, see Pom Poko. To dance via Zoom, see Beneath the Paving Stones.

We also have a public chatroom, accessible on any web browser here. It is important to note that _what is said in this chatroom is** public**_. Apart from anything else that people want to say, we’re hoping that this space can be used to request help with any problems one might experience with software or access to our event.

_Note_: As you know, this bookfair came together under difficult circumstances, and we haven’t been able to set up all of our usual practices. That said, we’re still committed to trying to make the bookfair as accessible as possible. If you’re attending a talk and would be willing to either simultaneously transcribe it for anybody who needs an alternative to audio or do simultaneous interpretation from French to English or English to French, please let us know. If you require transcription or translation for a particular workshop, please get in touch as soon as possible and we’ll do our best.

MONTREAL ANARCHIST BOOKFAIR, MAY 17, 2020, SCHEDULE

All day – Art and Anarchy – Open Chat – Tablers

11 am : L’anarchisme et le Mouvement de la Science Transparente (fr)

11:30 am :  Liberating Sápmi: Indigenous Resistance in Europe’s Far North (en)

Noon :  Conversations with Gidimt’en: Updates from the Front Lines (en)

1 pm : Mutual Aid for Survival and Freedom (en)

        2 pm : Collective Care vs. Containment (en)

3 pm : Antifascism during Pandemic (en)

4 pm : Dialed In: A Conversation with Radio Pandemic (en)

5 pm : Grief Space  (fr/en)

6:30 pm : Pom Poko (fr/en) (film)

9 pm : Beneath the Paving Stones, the Dance Floor!

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Call for “Art and Anarchy” across Distance

The twenty-first edition of the Montreal Anarchist Bookfair has to look radically different this year, but we’re striving for as much connection across distance as we can during our daylong gathering on Sunday, May 17, 2020. To that end, rather than our usual Art and Anarchy exhibit in the physical bookfair space, we’re calling on people to physically share anarchistic art and banners on the streets of cities across the globe. It’s a way of embodying our love and solidarity for each other, and also illustrating quite literally that we’re still here, that anarchism is still alive and well.

The idea is simple. On or before May 17:

-   Put up street art and/or a banner—your own and/or others’ creations
-   Take photos, or get a friend to do so
-   Post the photo(s) on social media, or get friends to do it, with the hashtag #ArtAndAnarchy. Include the location, as general or specific as you want
-   Share it with us at (info [at] anarchistbookfair [dot] ca), so we can then post it on our website and potentially use it, with your permission, in a post-bookfair zine

Please spread the word far and wide. It would be so beautiful to see art and anarchism spread across borders and walls around the world, bringing us closer together.

question: How do you join the CKUT stream?

answer: You can listen in on CKUT’S STREAM from 11 am to 4 pm!

critique: The answer should mention that you need to download MUMBLE.


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[A cory catfish, a commonly kept bottom feeder species in freshwater aquaria]

A BOTTOM FEEDER is an aquatic animal that feeds on or near the bottom of a body of water.[1] Biologists often use the terms _benthos_—particularly for invertebrates such as shellfish, crabs, crayfish, sea anemones, starfish, snails, bristleworms and sea cucumbers—and _benthivore_ or _benthivorous_, for fish and invertebrates that feed on material from the bottom. However the term benthos includes all aquatic life that lives on or near the bottom, which means it also includes non-animals, such as plants and algae.[2] Biologists also use specific terms that refer to bottom feeding fish, such as demersal fish, groundfish, benthic fish and benthopelagic fish.[3] Examples of bottom feeding fish species groups are flatfish (halibut, flounder, plaice, sole), eels, cod, haddock, bass, grouper, carp, bream (snapper) and some species of catfish and shark.[4]

Feeding strategies

Some bottom feeders are detritivores.[5] This feeding strategy allows bottom feeders to take advantage of the dead organic material that drifts down through bodies of water to the floor.[6] In ocean environments, this downward drift of detritus is known as marine snow.[7] Bottom feeders may gather detritus manually, as some crab species do, or filter it out of the water using suspension feeding.[8] This recycling of organic matter is critical for the health of many aquatic environments as it helps maintain various biogeochemical cycles.[9] In 2014, it was reported that deep sea bottom feeders absorb carbon dioxide by eating creatures such as jellyfish and cephalopods, allowing the gas to be contained at the sea floor rather than be recycled back into the atmosphere.[10]

Other bottom feeders graze on living plants, as is the case in some sea urchin species.[11] Lastly, some bottom feeders are carnivorous and specialize in either hunting other bottom feeders and benthic animals, or scavenging from sunken bodies.[12]

Some carnivorous bottom feeders use the floor of their environment to ambush their prey.[13] One common method is the animal using body movements to cover itself with sand or sediment, then attempting to catch unsuspecting prey with fast strikes.[14] This tactic is used by many species of flatfish.[15] Other animals burrow into the bottom and hunt with most of the body remaining buried, as in the case of oceanic bobbit worms.[16]

Physiology

In fish, most bottom feeders exhibit a flat ventral region so as to more easily rest their body on the substrate.[17] The exception may be the flatfish, which are laterally depressed but lie on their sides.[18] Also, many exhibit what is termed an “inferior” mouth, which means that the mouth is pointed downwards; this is beneficial as their food is often going to be below them in the substrate.[19] Those bottom feeders with upward-pointing mouths, such as stargazers, tend to seize swimming prey.[20] Some flatfish such as halibut actually have a “migrating” eye that moves to the upward-facing side of the fish as it ages.[21]

Aquarium care

In the aquarium, bottom feeders are popular as it is perceived that they will clean the algae that grows in the tank. Generally, they are only useful for consuming the extra (fresh) food left by overfed or clumsy livestock; the added biomass of additional organisms means that the aquarium will likely be more dirty.[22] Some specialized bottom feeders are more specifically sold as “algae eaters” to increase the amount of free oxygen and aesthetic appeal of a tank.[23]

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[11] Norderhaug, Kjell & Christie, H.. (2009). Sea urchin grazing and kelp re-vegetation in the NE Atlantic. Marine Biology Research - MAR BIOL RES. 5. 515-528. 10.1080/17451000902932985.

[12] Mare, M. (1942). A study of a marine benthic community with special reference to the micro-organisms. _Journal of the Marine Biological Association of the United Kingdom,_ _25_(3), 517-554. doi:10.1017/S0025315400055132

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title: Bottom feeder

question: What does the text say about bottom feeder's feeding strategies?

answer: Some bottom feeders are detritivores. They take advantage of the dead organic material that drifts down through bodies of water. This downward drift of detritus is known as marine snow. Others feed on living plants or prey upon submerged or buried benthic animals. The carnivorous bottom feeders also ambush their prey. Some use their body movements to effectively hide themselves and make them appear as part of their environment, preventing them from being seen by unsuspecting prey before striking.

critique: The answer omits that some bottom feeders feed on other bottom feeders.

critique: The answer should mention that some bottom feeders are carnivores.

critique: The answer omits the bottom feeders that feed on algae.

critique: The answer omits the bottom feeders' feeding on algae.

critique: A missing comma after "ambush" renders this sentence confusing.

critique: The answer should mention that some bottom feeders are carnivorous.


text:
One of our favorite activities together was taking walks in the snow. Winter time always feels sad when you’re alone, but in a relationship, it can be a wonderful time for bonding. Any time it snowed, we made the most of our days off from work or school, gallivanting wherever we wanted to go. Some days it was a trip to the park with the dog, others it was a trek down to the local coffee shop to sip on a glass of warm, sugary hot cocoa. Some days we’d walk with no specific point B in mind, just a chance to enjoy the day and clear our heads.

We had been together for a few months, both fresh out of long-term relationships that had grown dull. We both missed the excitement of starting something new. We missed the conversations over a cup of coffee where we’d explore each other’s minds, learning what made the other tick. We missed the thrill of adventuring together for the first time and planning exciting dates, hoping to impress the other with our hobbies and interests. We missed the walk up to the other’s door and the seemingly infinite moment between saying goodbye and whether or not we would share a kiss for the first time. With each other, we had reclaimed these moments. I would take her to my favorite places, she would take me to hers. On days when we couldn’t drive because of the weather, we’d take our walks in the snow.

The snow sprinkled our bodies like powdered sugar topping a dessert. I grasped her hand through her maroon, knitted wool gloves. We made our way down the icy sidewalk, carefully plotting each step to avoid slipping. I had not prepared for the weather, and the wet snow barged its way through my canvas shoe and into my socks. She kept her body close to mine, giving off a warmth, but not just a physical warmth. The kind of warmth that feels like the bright, morning sun shining in through the windows of your soul. The kind of warmth that makes you want to stay in a moment forever. The kind of warmth that makes you forget all about the flurrying snow, the slippery ice, the wet socks.

My last relationship ended because I was complacent in life. I had abandoned responsibilities, be it in life or to her. I was in a living cruise control mode, just going through the motions, every day the same as the last. I did not concern myself with the future, and I barely paid attention to the present. She had grown tired of listening to me reminiscing about my high school days as if they were the only good times I would ever have. “I don’t think you know what you want - and I know I don’t want this”, she said to me before leaving. Those words ingrained themselves into my memory like a burn mark on a slab of wood.

I had made adjustments for the better, but it still seemed like a charade. Around others, I was a hard-working, motivated young man who learned from his mistakes - but in time spent by myself, I found it easy to slip into old habits. It was almost like a split personality, and it was confusing to tell which was the real me. On the surface, I told myself I’d changed, but deep down, it was questionable. She liked me for who I was, but wanted to be with me for who I’d become. However, the relationship was still fresh, and as long as I was still interesting - she was mine. But was it just a matter of time until my old habits overcame my new ones? Was it inevitable that she would get fed up and leave, just like the women of old?

We made our way to her house, trudging through the frozen, packed snow. We approached a small area of grass in between a pair of townhouses where the snow had gathered rather high, deprived of human contact. “Let’s jump into it!” I exclaimed. She was hesitant, like any other normal human being, she had no interest in getting her clothing wet or catching influenza. I grabbed her by her wool glove again and motioned her towards me. “I’m going in whether you like it or not, now are you coming with me?” She let out a shy laugh and came closer, and we both fell backwards into the snow. The warmth of the moment overshadowed the snow encompassing our bodies, and we giggled like children on a playground. This was new, and I had captured her interest yet again.

And like dropping a coin into a parking meter, I had bought myself a little more time. She would love me a little bit longer.

title: [RO] [Flash Fiction] Your Heart Is A Parking Meter

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

answer: No answer

critique: The response misses to mention that the narrator's job is not discussed in the story.

question: What does the story say about the narrator and his new girlfriend?

answer: The narrator's last relationship ended because he was complacent. He did not concern himself with the future or pay attention to the present. His girlfriend got tired of listening to him reminisce about his high school days as if they were the only good times he would ever have. She left him. The narrator has made adjustments for the better, but it still seems like a charade. He is a hardworking, motivated young man who learned from his mistakes. At the same time, he still has old habits that he finds easy to slip into. He wonders if his new girlfriend will get fed up with him just like the women of old.

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

critique: The narrator's girlfriend is not mentioned in the response.

critique: It is omitted that the narrator and his girlfriend like taking walks in the snow together.

critique: The narrator's girlfriend is not mentioned.

critique: The narrator's girlfriend is not mentioned in the answer.

critique: Grammatical error - should be present tense instead

question: What does the story say about how the narrator feels about himself?

answer: The narrator had a long-term relationship that was boring and dull. The narrator was complacent in life and abandoned his responsibilities, be it in life or to his partner. The narrator was in a living cruise control mode, just going through the motions, every day the same as the last. He did not concern himself with the future, and he barely paid attention to the present. The narrator's ex-girlfriend had grown tired of listening to him reminiscing about his high school days as if they were the only good times he would ever have. She had left him because she did not think he knew what he wanted. The narrator made adjustments for the better, but it still seemed like a charade. He told himself he had changed, but deep down, it was questionable.

critique: The narrator's feelings about himself are irrelevant to the question.

critique: The narrator regrets his behavior and worries that it will resurface and eventually cost him the new relationship as it did with his previous girlfriend. They demonstrate his personal confidence when they challenge the girl to jump into the snow.

critique: The narrator's new girlfriend seems to be interested in him for who he is and who he'll become.

critique: The narrator was not complacent in life, just in his relationship.

critique: The narrator's ex-girlfriend's words are not relevant to the question.

critique: The narrator's ex-girlfriend left him because he was complacent in life and abandoned his responsibilities.

text: Most of the response is irrelevant and doesn't answer the question of how the narrator feels about himself. The proper response should be along the lines of "The narrator feels like he has a split personality and would slip into old habits when he was alone. He questions if he has really changed, and fears that he will lose his new girlfriend like the other women if he doesn't keep things interesting."

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

answer: The narrator had been in a long-term relationship that had grown dull and was fresh out of it. His ex-girlfriend got tired of his reminiscing about his high school days as if they were the only good times he would ever have. She had grown tired of listening to him and said that he didn't know what he wanted, which resulted in her leaving the narrator.

critique: The narrator's ex-girlfriend's words are put in quotations, which is inaccurate.

critique: The narrator missed the excitement that came with starting a new relationship, saying his last relationship was dull, and this new affair was exciting.

critique: The narrator's ex-girlfriend didn't say that he didn't know what he wanted. She said he didn't know what he wanted and she didn't want this.

critique: The narrator's ex-girlfriend left him because he was complacent in life.

critique: The narrator's ex-girlfriend didn't say that he didn't know what he wanted, but that he didn't know what he wanted - and she knew she didn't want it.


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_'Edmund (or EDMOND) Meyrick_' (or MEYRICKE) (1636 – 24 April 1713) was a Welsh cleric and benefactor of Jesus College, Oxford, where scholarships are still awarded in his name. He is a member of the Meyrick family.

Life

Meyrick was born at Garthlwyd, Llandderfel (near Bala, Merionethshire) and christened in Llandderfel on 11 June 1636. He attended four schools, including one year at Ruthin School, before matriculating at Jesus College, Oxford in 1656. He was elected to a scholarship in 1658 and obtained his BA degree in 1659.[1] He was ordained both deacon and priest by Robert Skinner, Bishop of Oxford, on 30 August 1660 in the chapel of New College, Oxford.[2] In 1662, he was elected to a probationary Fellowship of the college, but married in 1663 and became ineligible for a full fellowship. He became vicar of Eynsham on 10 August 1663.[3] He was chaplain to Richard, Earl of Carbery — the Meyricks and the Carberys being related – and this connection led to Meyrick's appointment to a number of lucrative positions in West Wales.[4] Meyrick became vicar of Llangathen in 1665, vicar of Llanegwad and a Canon of St David's Cathedral in 1667, rector of Burton, Pembrokeshire in 1670, treasurer of St David's in 1690 and rector of Penboyr in 1713. He was also a canon of Christ College, Brecon and vicar of Carmarthen; he held many of these positions at the same time. He died in Carmarthen, where he was then living, on 24 April 1713, and was buried in St Peter's Church; a memorial to him was placed on the north wall of the chancel.[5]

Bequests

Meyrick's wife and only child had predeceased him, enabling a more generous disposition of his assets.[6] He had extensive property interests, in both North and South Wales. The family seat was in Ucheldre, Gwyddelwern, Merionethshire and Meyrick also owned several houses in Carmarthen.[7] In 1708, he set up a charity school in Carmarthen but for some reason directed in his will that the school and master should be moved to Bala, where it became the Bala Grammar School.[8] The will provided for an annual payment of £15 to the schoolmaster together with the use of the schoolhouse, and £15 per year for clothing for the students.[9]

His will, dated 25 March 1712, said: He left family property in Denbighshire and Merionethshire, as well as his Carmarthen property after expiration of some life interests, to the college to provide six scholarships of £10 and six exhibitions of £8. The scholarships and exhibitions were to be awarded to Jesus College students from North Wales, until they obtained their Master of Arts degree or were receiving more than £40 per year from a parish appointment. Any surplus was to be used to buy advowsons so that the College might present one of the scholars (or in default of a suitable scholar, a Meyrick exhibitioner or a North Wales fellow of the College) to a parish position.[10] Whilst the estate produced a surplus, only one living was purchased by the trustees, that of the rectory of Llandow in 1735. Further increases in the surplus led to an increase in payments to Bala School and to the scholars and exhibitioners, and to the purchase of other property in Cheltenham and Carmarthen.[11][12] This proved to be a profitable investment since, by 1840, the college had received more than £10,000 through the sale of trust land near Cheltenham for railway purposes. Payments to Bala School ended in 1862, when the annual payments were commuted for a lump-sum payment of £5,333.[13]

Meyrick scholarships and exhibitions are still awarded to students at Jesus College, based on academic merit. Students performing consistently at a first-class standard during the year in the opinion of their tutors may be awarded a Meyrick scholarship, with consistent performance at upper second to first-class standard potentially leading to the award of a Meyrick exhibition.[14] The restriction in Meyrick's bequest that the scholarships were for students from North Wales only was relaxed in 1857 to cover students from all of Wales and Monmouthshire.[15][16] The restrictions have been further relaxed and students who were not born in Wales are also now eligible for a Meyrick scholarship or exhibition if they are the child of a native of Wales, are able to speak Welsh or they were educated for the last three years of secondary school in Wales.[17]

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title: Edmund Meyrick

question: Describe Meyrick's relationship to Wales.

answer: He appears to have had strong ties to Wales. He attended schools there, was a clergyman there, and owned a house there.

critique: He is buried in Wales, which may be more indicative of the strength of the relationship to Wales.

critique: It is omitted that he was also a member of the Meyrick family.

critique: "He appears to have had strong ties to Wales" is not a very specific answer to the question. It would be better to rewrite the answer completely.

critique: Meyrick had extensive property interests in North and South Wales.

critique: He also held several positions in West Wales.

critique: The response misses to mention that he was also a benefactor of Jesus College, Oxford, where scholarships are still awarded in his name.

critique: It would help if it is stated that Meyrick was a clergyman based in West Wales.

critique: It should be pointed out that his most lucrative connections were in West Wales, not all of Wales

critique: Meyrick also received many lucrative positions in West Wales.

critique: He also seems to have had an extensive property portfolio in Wales.

critique: This is an accurate fact, but it does not show the extent of Meyrick's relationship to Wales.

critique: Meyrick was a clergyman in Wales, but the answer should mention that he was also a benefactor of Jesus College, Oxford.

critique: The response misses to mention that Meyrick was a Welsh cleric and benefactor of Jesus College, Oxford, where scholarships are still awarded in his name.

text: Fails to mention that Meyrick was a benefactor of Jesus College, Oxford, where scholarships are still awarded in his name to Welsh students, that he was buried in Wales, and that he had many properties in Wales.

category: coverage

refinement: He appears to have had strong ties to Wales. He attended schools there, was a clergyman there, and owned a house there.

question: When did Meyrick live?

answer: 1636 to 1713

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

critique: The answer should give the dates in a proper format.

critique: He died in 1713, but this doesn't mean that he was born in 1636.

critique: The answer should be written in a full sentence.

critique: Include the month and year of Meyrick's death in the answer.

critique: It is omitted that he was born in 1636 and died in 1713.