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NAZARETH COLLEGE was a Catholic college in Kalamazoo, Michigan that operated from 1914 until 1992.

Origins

Nazareth Academy opened in 1897 and received a charter from the State of Michigan which provided for the future extension of the school to the collegiate level. On May 7, 1913, Monsignor O’Brien announced the formation of the O’Brien scholarship and the opening of Nazareth College. In 1914, Margaret Packard became the first recipient of the O’Brien scholarship and Nazareth’s first graduate in 1918 with a Bachelor of Arts degree. Sister Mary Celestine Connors, S.S.J., served as Acting Dean of the college from 1918–1932 when she became the college’s first President, a post she held until 1938.

Chartering

Under the auspices of Bishop Michael J. Gallagher, of the Diocese of Detroit, Nazareth College was chartered in 1924 at Nazareth, Michigan by the Sisters of St. Joseph of Nazareth. At that time the college was granted its Articles of Incorporation by the State of Michigan as a four-year liberal arts college.

Construction

A seven million dollar campus construction project was begun in the 1950s. In 1959, groundbreaking began on Albers Hall, named after Bishop Joseph Albers of the Diocese of Lansing, which by then was the local diocese. Construction began on Connors Hall in 1959. Originally named Immaculata Hall, it was renamed in honor of Sister Mary Celestine Connors, S.S.J. In 1962, the administration building was begun, closely followed by Dooley Hall in 1963, initially called Madonna Hall. The change of name was to honor the famed Naval officer, Dr. Tom Dooley, who had worked in refugee camps in South Vietnam during the Vietnam War and later went to Laos to help the people there. He received a Congressional Gold Medal posthumously for his humanitarian work in that country. Work on Dillon Hall and the library was completed in 1967.

The next major addition to the physical campus was the completion of the Athletic Center in 1989, though it was never truly finished. This provided the students with a much needed outlet for physical fitness and activities as well as contributing to the college sponsored varsity sports for men in soccer, basketball and baseball; and for women in volleyball, basketball and softball. It surely also contributed to the victory of the women’s volleyball team in 1991 at nationals.

Change in admissions

Under the Presidency of Sister Mary Bader, S.S.J., (1962-1974),[1] the decision was made in 1971 to admit men to the college, thus changing the campus culture forever. By the late 1980s, twenty-three undergraduate majors and two graduate programs were being offered. Nazareth College was also noted for its night and weekend classes designed to meet the needs working adult students. Off-campus programs were located at Glen Oaks Community College in Centerville, Lake Michigan College in Benton Harbor, and Kellogg Community College in Battle Creek.

Degree offerings

In 1987 it offered bachelor's degree programs in: accounting, America studies, biology, business administration, computer information management, elementary education, English, fine arts, fine arts management, human services, learning disabilities, liberal studies, medical technology, natural science, nursing, pharmaceutical and medical services representative, pre-medical pre-dental and pre-veterinary, secondary education, social psychology, and social work.

Closure

The Nazareth College Board of Trustees announced their decision to close the college in April 1991. The college closed slowly and gracefully over the course of the next 18 months, allowing many students to finish their degrees. Ownership of the physical college campus reverted to the Sisters of Saint Joseph. The Sisters wanted to find a purpose for the buildings that fit with their mission of service. Connors, Dooley and Albers Halls have been leased to Kalamazoo County Health and Community Services Department. Borgess Medical Center purchased the athletic center and has converted it into Borgess Health and Fitness Center. Unfortunately a purpose for the administration building and the library could not be found and they were torn down in 1995 and 1996, respectively.

The college seal, that was inlaid in the main floor of the administration building, was saved and is now on display on the grounds of former campus. It is located on the west side of the main entrance road to Nazareth, close to where the administration building was.

[1] Nazareth Alumni Association “News”

title: Nazareth College (Michigan)

question: What does the text say about the reason why Nazareth College closed down?

answer: No answer

critique: Nazareth College closed because it was poor and was growing in size exponentially.

critique: The text does answer the question, but it is omitted in the answer.

critique: The reason why the college closed down is that the board of trustees decided to close the college.

question: What does the text say about Sister Mary Celestine Connors, S.S.J.?

answer: Sister Mary Celestine Connors, S.S.J., served as Acting Dean of the college from 1918-1932 when she became the college's first President, a post she held until 1938. She was the first President of Nazareth College. She was also the first recipient of the O'Brien scholarship.

critique: "She was also the first recipient of the O'Brien scholarship." - this is incorrect. It was Margaret Packard who was the first recipient of the O'Brien scholarship.

critique: The answer should mention that she was a nun.

critique: The answer should mention that she was a Sister of St. Joseph.

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

critique: The answer omits that she was the first President of Nazareth College.

critique: Connors' time as Acting Dean is not relevant to the question

question: What does the text say about the origins of Nazareth College?

answer: Nazareth Academy opened in 1897 with a charter from the State of Michigan. In 1913, the formation of the O'Brien scholarship was announced. In 1914, Margaret Packard became Nazareth College's first graduate with a Bachelor of Arts degree. Sister Mary Celestine Connors became college's first president in 1918. They received their charter in 1924.

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

critique: The response misses to mention that the college was founded in 1914.

critique: The answer doesn't mention the college's closure.

critique: The response should include that the college was chartered in 1924.

critique: Sister Mary wasn't the first president of the college in 1914. She just served as Acting Dean. Sister Mary became the President of the college in 1932. In 1938, she ended her service as president.

question: What does the text say about the closure of Nazareth College?

answer: Nazareth College Board of Trustees announced their decision to close the college in April 1991. The college closed slowly and gracefully over the course of the next 18 months, allowing many students to finish their degrees. Ownership of the physical college campus reverted to the Sisters of Saint Joseph. The Sisters wanted to find a purpose for the buildings that fit with their mission of service. Connors, Dooley, and Albers Halls have been leased to Kalamazoo County Health and Community Services Department. Borgess Medical Center purchased the athletic center and has converted it into Borgess Health and Fitness Center. Unfortunately, a purpose for the administration building and the library could not be found and they were torn down in 1995 and 1996, respectively. The college seal, that was inlaid in the main floor of the administration building, was saved and is now on display on the grounds of former campus.

critique: The answer should mention the closure date.

critique: The answer should mention that the college closed in 1992.

critique: "The college seal, that was inlaid in the main floor of the administration building, was saved and is now on display on the grounds of former campus." is not relevant to the closure.

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

critique: The answer contains significant irrelevant information.

critique: "The college seal, that was inlaid in the main floor of the administration building, was saved and is now on display on the grounds of former campus." is not extremely relevant and provides extra detail unnecessary for the task. I would delete this.


split: train

text:
   Rain was falling hard against his bare back. It was dark and the disfigured shapes of naked trees danced around him. Their branches brought to life by the wind seemed to reach for him with gruesomely long and slender fingers. The rain collecting in puddles and streaming along the fallen branches, rocks and tentacle-like roots made them look like crawling creatures from the underworld that were always hiding under the cover of darkness. There were no stars and the moon was blocked by thick clouds that were pouring over the sky like a river of melting tar. The only light present was the one glistening in his blue eyes. It was truely an unsettling and spooky place to be this time of night, but he couldn’t enjoy anything more than going hunting in a night like this.
   Steam rose from his wet skin as he was standing in the mucky water and listening for a prey. The constant shower of rain filled the air with a damp smell of mud and the sound of whispers from far away. Then he heard it. Something was out there… and it was his to play with. He closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath opening his claw-like hands eager to drive them through his victim.
   He crouched and leaned forward targeting the prey. He didn’t have that much problem seeing at night so he knew exactly where to go. He moved swiftly and without a sound like a shadow blending with the darkness. As he was getting closer he jumped over a large tree that had fallen long time ago and landed on his hands making a silent roll in the wet mud. Soon after he rose, the rain had already washed away the dirt and he continued the chase. Finally he was close enough to hear a heartbeat. It was raging fast as the owner of it fled through the woods, jumping over fallen trees, running around bushes and occasionally tripping over various objects including her own feet.
   He paused to take a better look at what he was chasing and as he did his eyes brightened. If anybody had been looking his way, they would have seen a pair of dark blue eyes burning in the night and nothing more.
   Once he knew what he was up against he chose to sneak past the girl and attack from the front – face on. No grabbing by the leg or any other cowardly moves. It shouldn’t be too difficult, he thought. After all, he was much faster, didn’t make a lot of noise and had a great night vision. The hunt was on.
   He picked up his pace maneuvering through the woods, sometimes jumping so high over things it seemed as gravity had no effect on him. The sound of rainfall overcame the sound of his steps and he started to enclose on the girl. She was now on his left, so close he could smell the adrenaline rushing through her veins and the smell was sweet. He couldn’t help but to look at her as they were running just a few pitch black feet aside from each other. And then she threw a look at him. Two bright blue eyes were glaring at her from the darkness so close she could have touched them. She turned away and lost all sense of reality while screaming until out of breath.
   He should have closed his eyes before the girl saw them, but he didn’t and it made him regret he had moved so close to her before time. Now she had turned away from him and ran even faster. Still, this was no problem for an experienced hunter like himself. He leaped forward and smashed his claw in a tree to make a quick turn. He jumped up and swung from one tree to another with such power the bark fell to the ground like burned ash. He made his way over the girl and jumped forward extending his arms like a prowling hawk. He landed and rolled in a ball of black mist in front of her. Once he stopped he was facing her and leaped forward before she even came to what was happening.
   He flew past her so close he wiped off some rain drops from her cheek. As he went by he started to rotate and behind him formed a black cloud that covered his feet. And finally he had the chance to rip his pray to pieces. His claws grew longer right before they slashed the demonic flesh of the slithering beast that had been tormenting the girl and chasing her through the forest. The beast was stunned, wounded and obviously angry. It let out a horrific howl that turned into chilling screams of every soul it had eaten and made a screeching sound by chomping and grinding its sharp teeth together.
   The girl was frozen with fear but she wanted to run. It was a fearsome feeling but she was amazed by the two creatures. The dark creature with flaming blue eyes floating around followed by a cloud of darkness blocking her from the growling beast whose breath turned into white smoke.
   The beast roared once more sending chills down her spine and attacked the dark creature trying to pulverize him with its horns. As soon as they got close, the blue-eyed creature span into a spiral around the demon creating a dark blue tornado lifting it up. He drilled his claw right through the demons chest and drove him to the ground. As he did, the dark spiral ended and blue light shone from his eyes and the hand penetrating the demon. Blue-eyed creature lifted his other hand to the sky and it too shone blue. Then suddenly waves of white lights traveled through his hands and went shooting for the sky. When the last soul had left the demons flesh Blue-eyed levitated above him and raised his hands that were radiating with blue light and then slammed them into the demon once more pushing him into the ground and out of this world. Then the light faded.
   Blue-eyed turned to the girl and smiled. That was the creepiest smile she had ever seen for it was given by a skeleton rabbit with long slender ears and burning blue eyes. But she smiled back and the creature disappeared in the dark.

title: Nothing to fear in the dark.

question: Summarize how Blue-Eyed defeats the demon.

answer: Blue-Eyed uses his claws to penetrate the demon's chest. He then uses his hands to shoot blue light into the sky. The demon is defeated.

critique: The answer should mention Blue-Eyed's ability to create a blue tornado.

question: Summarize how the girl processes what happened after Blue-Eyed leaves.

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the girl is frozen with fear.

critique: The girl was frozen with fear and amazed by the two creatures.

critique: The girl was frozen with fear but she wanted to run.

critique: The answer should mention that the girl was frozen with fear.

question: Summarize the girl's feelings.

answer: She is terrified at first but then curious when she realizes what the creature is. She feels strong when it is defeated.

critique: The girl is not curious about the creature. She is frozen with fear.

critique: The girl is not curious about Blue-Eyed. She is amazed by him.

critique: It is omitted that when Blue-Eyed explodes the demon, the girl feels shock.

critique: "She is terrified at first but then curious when she realizes what the creature is. She feels strong when it is defeated." - she was never curious about the creature and she was never strong when the demon was defeated. She was frozen with fear.

critique: This response is not fully accurate and needs to be re-written.

question: What does the story say about how Blue-Eyed uses his claws?

answer: Blue-Eyed uses his claws to rip apart the bodies of his victims, who are often humans that are possessed by demons. He uses them to slash the demon's flesh, causing him to howl in pain, and he then drives his claws into the demon's chest before smashing it into the ground. Blue-Eyed uses his claws both to kill the possessed humans and demons

critique: The answer should mention the demon's flesh.

critique: Blue-Eyed doesn't drive his knives into the demon. The previous sentence should be rearranged as "Blue-Eyed uses his claws to rip apart the bodies of his victims, using them to slash the demon's flesh, causing him to howl in pain, driving his claws into the demon's chest before smashing it into the ground." w/w

critique: The answer should mention that Blue-Eyed uses his claws to kill the possessed humans and demons.

critique: It is omitted that Blue-Eyed also uses his claws to rip apart the bodies of his victims, who are often demons.

text: There are inaccuracies in the response. It was never implied in the story that Blue-Eyed ripped apart humans that were possessed by demons. Blue-Eyed also uses his claws to swiftly move around.

category: accuracy


text:
It's a pleasant summer afternoon in Omaha, Nebraska. The sunset is nearing and the airport looks nice. The grass outside is in that half dead half alive state. We're all familiar with that grass. We're waiting for our flight, as always, so I decide to look around for the hotties, as always. Fortunately I saw some this time, two of them. One was a blue eyed blonde, the other was either a really tan white girl or a Latino, with brown eyes and brown hair. They both were wearing blue jeans and looked my age. I check them both out, not so discreetly, and the blonde would not look over where as the other looked over every once and a while. By the time I caught her eye for the third time, I sent a smile. She noticed. We then started to board the plane. This was Southwest, so there's no assigned seating and we all line up in the order of what place ticket we got. The blonde was a few boarding places ahead of me, where as the other was a boarding group behind me. We got on the plane and it's time to pick a seat. When I got on I saw the blonde sit down. I look over a few times and she doesn't seem interested. Now I have two options: do I take the seat next to the blonde or sit down somewhere else and hope the other one sits next to me? I ended up choosing the other one. I took a window seat in an empty row right on the wing a few rows behind the blonde. There are two empty seats to the left of me. The rest of the group boards, no one sits next to me. The start of the next group boards, no one sits next to me. Then I see her enter the plane. I see her and she sees me, I send a half smile and she looks away. She walks closer, closer, closer and then she's at my seat. Without making eye contact she sits down in my row with a seat in between us. Perfect, everything great except the seat between us. The rest of everyone boards the plane and thank-god-baby-jesus the seat between us remains open. I didn't talk to her. I think to myself 'Ok, once the plane takes off I'll start talking.' We get the safety lecture and go down the runway. We are starting to take off when I see her start to plug in her headphones, dammit there goes that plan. I'll take it though, as I feel luck's been on my side thus far. New plan, I'll talk to her once they get drink orders, as she'll have to take off her headphones. In the meantime, I fidget with my phone and bounce around between shitty games and music. Then the drink person comes by. "What do you want?," He asks. "Hot chocolate, please." I respond. "And I'll have a cranberry (something)." She says. Her earphones are out so I strike. "So... Are you from Oma... Nebraska or Colorado?" I ask. "What?" She replies in a sweet voice as if she's interested with what I'm saying. "Where are you from?" I say in a cleaner voice this time. "Colorado."
"Oh cool, what city?"
"Colorado Springs."
This answer was better than somewhere in Nebraska, but still an hour away from where I live.
"Cool."
"Where are you from?" She asks. Somehow this caught me off guard. I guess everything catches someone that doesn't talk to girls that often off guard.
"Uh... Greenwood Village."
We then have some small talk over the next few minutes. I find out she's a young sophomore, just like me. Then I run out of things to talk about, so I resort to my phone. By then I found out she played Volleyball and where her hometown is, that's about it. I formed my next plan of action soon after that; I ask her what her name is when we get our drinks. Perfect. It happens and I tell her my name, she tells me hers and I shake her hand (are you supposed to do that?). Somehow I was too caught up in thinking of what to say next that I completely forgot her name. Now at this point I could make up something for you, but I don't want to wreck my mental image of 'her' with a name. I'll just remember beautiful 'her' as 'her.' I actually had a plan this time of what to talk about. I ask her where she has visited, and she gives me a list. That conversation develops to where I'm happy, and then I have an opportunity to tell a story. Now I'm comfortable. I tell her the story about how I almost got ran over in Albuquerque, and she's gasps and laughs. Perfect. We then talk for the rest of the flight, and we laugh a lot. We then land and it's time to make a real move. We stand up and there are a lot of people close to us, so I decide to confess later. She then says she has all her bags with her and by then I knew I had to tell her soon as I wouldn't be able to at baggage claim. We start to walk down the jetway, and the following happened:
"So you know how you asked me earlier why I sat near the back of the plane?" I say.
"Yeah."
"I did it because I was hoping I would sit next to you."
"Oh, ok."
"Yeah. So do you have a boyfriend?"
"Kind of. There's this kid in Nebraska that I try to have a long distance thing with, but it doesn't really work out."
"Oh, ok."
At this point I could have asked for her number but there's no use, we live an hour away from each other and I don't have a car. We then get to the gate.
"Nice talking to you." She says. "Yeah." I reply with a smile.
That was it between us, I saw her walk away and then I went to the bathroom. As I was walking towards the train in the airport, I saw her get on, and it left. I was too far away to get on the train. That was the last thing I saw of her, her back and her bottom in those blue jeans.
If I could do it all over again I would probably have gotten her Instagram. Although, maybe it's better that I didn't, I now get to keep this memory of her and not see her get together with someone through Instagram. I'll never know, though, as this is all I have of 'Her'.

title: [NF] Her

question: Summarize the theme of this story.

answer: This story deals with cultivating and/or experiencing romance, which is a theme that is common in many stories. In this story, the kiss-curse does not seem to be a direct theme, nor does the concept of serendipity, the meet-cute, the marriage plot, or love at first sight. The main takeways of this story are to embrace uncertainty, seize opportunities, and to trust your instincts.

critique: The response is not related to the question.

critique: This response is full of inaccurate information.

critique: The kiss-curse does appear in this story.

critique: The answer is not relevant to the question.

critique: The response is not relevant to the question.

critique: The text does not say that the kiss-curse is not a direct theme.

critique: The response seems to be made up of unrelated sentences.

critique: The response is not related to the story.

critique: The story doesn't mention anything about the kiss-curse.

critique: "The marriage plot" - this term/concept is not described thoroughly enough and should be replaced.

question: Summarize why the narrator was on this flight.

answer: The narrator is on this flight with no friends. They are sitting by themselves. They are possibly returning from college winter break.

critique: There is no evidence to suggest that the narrator is returning from college winter break.

critique: He only states that he was on the flight without friends, which is another way of saying that he was alone and did not talk to people on the flight.

critique: This response is inaccurate and needs to be re-written.

critique: The narrator is not on the flight with no friends.

critique: There is no evidence that the narrator is returning from college winter break.

critique: The narrator is not on this flight with no friends.

critique: They are not on their way from college, but from their hometown to college.

critique: 'They are possibly returning from college winter break.' is incorrect. The narrator is most likely on a flight to visit a friend.

critique: The second sentence is a little vague and there is no evidence of a winter break

critique: The narrator possibly returning from college winter break is not explicitly mentioned in the story.

critique: The main character's reason for taking this flight are not mentioned.

question: Summarize the plot twist.

answer: During the course of the story, the narrator openly uses a the women he hit on and comes off as creepy and desperate. He doesn't ask her name until after the conversation and doesn't give his name in the first place. He asks if she has a boyfriend and in a quick turnaround asks for her number. All his advances end in the same way the reader has but his strategy, the protagonist isn't the most motivated or ideal man to talk to. His repeated use of the term "Ok" becomes his catchphrase.

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

critique: The narrator's use of the term "Ok" is not a catchphrase.

critique: The response is not related to the plot twist.

critique: The narrator doesn't use the term "Ok" as a catchphrase.

critique: This response is not related to the plot twist.

critique: The answer is wrong and doesn't make sense.

critique: We have no idea what is meant by the term "the reader has but his strategy"

critique: The narrator does not use the term "Ok" as a catchphrase.

critique: The use of the term Ok is not a catchphrase in the story.

critique: This response is not a summary of the plot twist.

critique: There is no evidence that the protagonist is using the woman and comes off as creepy.

question: Summarize what the narrator could have done instead of parting ways.

answer: No answer

critique: The response misses to mention that the narrator could have asked the woman for her number.

critique: I think the narrator could have invited the protagonist to join them as they moved through instead of just saying that they're not sure.

text: The response should say that the narrator could've followed her on the train she boarded.

category: coverage

refinement: No answer


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MEREDITH ANN WHITNEY (born November 20, 1969)[1] is an American businesswoman hailed as “The Oracle of Wall Street” by _Bloomberg_. She is known for successfully forecasting the difficulties of Citigroup and other major banks during the financial crisis of 2007–2008.[2]

Education and career

Whitney grew up in Bethesda, Maryland.[3] She graduated from Madeira School in 1987 before attending a post-graduate year at Lawrenceville School, becoming a member of its first co-ed graduating class. She graduated with honors from Brown University[4] in 1992 with a B.A. in History.[5]

Whitney joined Oppenheimer Holdings in 1993 as a Director, and in 1995 she joined the company's Specialty Finance Group. In 1998, she left Oppenheimer to become an Executive Director at Wachovia. Whitney returned to Oppenheimer in 2004, where she researched banks and brokers as a Managing Director. She resigned from Oppenheimer on February 19, 2009 to establish her own firm, Meredith Whitney Advisory Group (MWAG), where she produced company-specific equity research on financial institutions and analyzed the sector's operating environment.[6]

In 2013, Whitney de-registered MWAG[7][8] and started her own hedge fund, Kenbelle Capital LP. [9]

In December 2015, she joined Bermudan insurer Arch Capital Group as a manager overseeing outside investment firms.[10]

Professional recognition

Whitney issued a particularly pessimistic, but accurate, research report on Citigroup on October 31, 2007, to which many Wall Street analysts, and the news media, paid attention. She noted that the bank's dividends paid out to investors were greater than its profits at the time, and made the case that this would lead to bankruptcy.[11] Shortly after the report's publication and a sharp drop in Citigroup's stock, Charles Prince resigned as the bank's CEO and his successor slashed the dividend.[12][13] Earlier that year, _Forbes_ magazine had listed Whitney as the second-best stock picker in the capital-market industry.[14] Citigroup stock went on to lose 97% of its value by early 2009.[15]

Whitney's extremely bearish view on banks landed her on the cover of the August 18, 2008, issue of _Fortune_ magazine. Even before the problems that befell Merrill Lynch and Lehman Brothers in September, she said, “It feels like I'm at the epicenter of the biggest financial crisis in history.”[16] That year, _Fortune_ listed her among the “50 Most Powerful Women in Business”,[17] _The New York Post_ listed her among the “50 Most Powerful Women in New York City”,[18] and a CNBC viewer survey named her as “Power Player of the Year” over Jamie Dimon, Ben Bernanke, and Hank Paulson.[19]

On December 19, 2010, in an interview on the CBS television program _60 Minutes_, Whitney stated that 50 to 100 counties, cities, and towns in the United States would have “significant” municipal bond defaults totaling “hundreds of billions” of dollars, and that “it'll be something to worry about within the next 12 months.”[20] Since the record amount of municipal bond defaults in one year was just over $8 billion at the time, Whitney's comments about hundreds of billions in defaults briefly shook the market and drew a great deal of attention, much of it critical.[21][22] According to Michael Lewis in _Vanity Fair_: “Many of the articles attacking her accused her of making a very specific forecast — as many as a hundred defaults within a year! — that failed to materialize... But that's not at all what she had said: her words were being misrepresented so that her message might be more easily attacked. 'She was referring to the complacency of the ratings agencies and investment advisers who say there is nothing to worry about,' said a person at _60 Minutes_ who reviewed the transcripts of the interview for me, to make sure I had heard what I thought I had heard. She says there is something to worry about, and it will be apparent to everyone in the next 12 months.”[23]

“A tale of two Americas is emerging: one weighed down by debt and facing de minimis economic growth and another brimming with opportunity and nimble to invest in the future.” This was the thesis to Whitney's 2013 book, _Fate of the States: The New Geography of American Prosperity._[24][25] She argued that a “new map of prosperity” was emerging in the wake of the financial bust, with jobs moving away from the coasts and toward 17 “central corridor” states in the Midwest and Mountain West.[26]

Whitney's municipal debt thesis is still considered valid by at least one analyst. In January 2018 S&P Global published an analysis by Mercer Capital titled “Meredith Whitney is Still Right.” A decade later, Whitney's forecast of a wave of municipal defaults has not panned out. She closed her hedge fund soon after she made the disastrous call.[27]

Personal life

On February 12, 2005, Whitney married John Layfield in Key West, Florida. Layfield is a former WWE Champion, former WWE color commentator, and fellow Fox News Channel contributor.[28]

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title: Meredith Whitney

question: Summarize everything related to Whitney's education.

answer: She graduated from Madeira School in 1987 before attending a post-graduate year at Lawrenceville School and becoming a member of its first co-ed graduating class. She graduated with honors from Brown University in 1992 with a B.A. in History.

critique: The answer could mention Whitney's year of birth.

critique: The answer could mention the year Whitney graduated from Brown.

critique: The answer should mention Whitney's high school.

critique: The words " education" and "post-graduate" are used incorrectly.

critique: Whitney's post-graduate year at Lawrenceville School is not relevant to her education.

critique: The answer should mention Whitney's year of birth.

question: Summarize Whitney's connection to the 2008 financial crisis.

answer: She released an extremely bearish view on banks, which elevated her notability to an extent she was on the cover of the August 18, 2008 issue of Fortune magazine. She forecasted that over 50 to 100 counties, cities, and towns in the US would have significant municipal bond defaults totaling in the hundreds of billions of dollars. According to Whitney, Merrill Lynch and Lehman Brothers would have major problems in 2009. After talking about municipal bond default, she closed her hedge fund.

critique: The second sentence is not necessary to answer the question

critique: Whitney's comments about Merrill Lynch and Lehman Brothers are irrelevant.

critique: She predicted municipal bond defaults a month before the 2008 financial crisis

critique: Whitney's predictions about municipal bond defaults were not a factor in the 2008 financial crisis.

critique: Whitney's predictions about Merrill Lynch and Lehman Brothers are not relevant to the question.

text: Her prediction about over 50 to 100 counties, cities, and towns having significant municipal bond defaults was made in 2010 and thus is not relevant to the 2008 financial crisis.

question: Describe the events that led up to Whitney closing her hedge fund.

answer: Whitney issued a particularly pessimistic, but accurate, research report on Citigroup. She noted that the bank's dividends paid out to investors were greater than its profits at the time, and made the case that this would lead to bankruptcy. Shortly after the report's publication and a sharp drop in Citigroup's stock, Charles Prince resigned as the bank's CEO and his successor slashed the dividend. Whitney's extremely bearish view on banks landed her on the cover of the August 18, 2008, issue of Fortune magazine. She said that "it feels like I'm at the epicenter of the biggest financial crisis in history" and was listed in Fortune's "50 Most Powerful Women in Business" and "50 Most Powerful Women in New York City." Whitney also stated that 50 to 100 counties, cities, and towns in the United States would have "significant" municipal bond defaults totaling "hundreds of billions" of dollars and that "it'll be something to worry about within the next 12 months." Her comments about hundreds of billions in defaults briefly shook the market and drew a great deal of attention, much of it critical. According to Michael Lewis in Vanity Fair, "Many of the articles attacking her accused her of making a very specific forecast - as many as a hundred defaults within a year! - that failed to materialize... But that's not at all what she had said: her words were being misrepresented so that her message might be more easily attacked."

critique: The answer is not related to Whitney closing her hedge fund.

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

critique: The answer is not a summary of the events that led to Whitney closing her hedge fund.

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

critique: The answer is not about Whitney's hedge fund.

critique: The detail about Whitney's comments and the reaction to them are not relevant to the question.

critique: The response is not relevant to the question.

text: The response should mention that she closed her hedge fsoon after making her prediction about municipal bond defaults.

category: coherence


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I remember having lived before. And, I think, a bit later. All though not much later. I am pretty certain this world nears an end. Or pherhaps its just my existance.
It doesn't really make much of a differense. I do hope though, that its only me. This place, this plane of existance on this planet where i have lived my lives is a beautiful place, and I hope it gets at least another few thousand years before expiery.

I could not tell you exactly howe many lives I lived. -Six, for certain, not counting my current embodiment. Flashes of memories that doesnt really fit elsewhere could suggest hundreds of lives. Some times when woken from deep sleep, I truly think I have lived all the lives there is. Yours too, and your parents, your kids and your pets. Every and all lives of men and mer, beasts, fish and bug. I have been the mindless plankton, drifting forever in the currents. I have been a great sabertoothed bear, larger than any bear the world can reminesence today and only a bear because no other mammal would fit the description. I have lived the short lives of mayflies and fleas, and the slow lives of rododendron and captive pandas and the small eterneties of trees . I have ripped flesh from bone with enourmus teeth, flown in and out of freezing clouds on hot-air currents and smelled the differences of earth and rock in the darkness beneath.

 In those seconds between the dream state and being consius, I have watched the boiling oceans settle and mountains grow. Through thousands upon thousands of eyes I have seen contintents break apart and sink, then rise and sink yet again. I have seen the world spanning forests grow and prosper and wither and die, just to feed the lesser forests that came after. I saw evolution happen in every direction, and even when seen from all angles, I could not [recognize] a plan. I have seen, and feldt and used, magick, first in its purest form, the almost purple light-crystals that raced across the night sky in the days of giants and elves. Later in more crude forms, trapped in stones on the tip of pompous mens staves or generated through blood offerings or the now forgotten tower on legendary Atlantis. I remember the disapointment of every conscius mind when the last raw magick was burned and the world became less.

But this is something I can only barely comprehend when awake, and the dreams are washed away. The certainty ebbs, and it is only dreams, except for the beformentioned at least six lives. I remember them mostly as you would remember your own life, through the memories of sight and smell and sound and thoughts. Not their entire lifetime, of course, but years and decages of toil and trouble, and occasional happiness. Discernable lives, hard lived, very different from each other. Despite its beauty, our world has never offered a very comforting life. At the point where physical danger cease, the mind-terror form. We either struggle to survive or we struggle to live, to find meaning where hunger was, to tear down the walls that fear built. You would not belive me as to wich life is preferable.

The reason I belive that my time nears an end is the lack of fear. I have vauge notions that I've felt this way before. After long stays in sickbeds, Right before sharp fangs close around my jugular. While looking into eyes so awash with fear there was nothing left for me, wondering wether the sharp noise or the piece of metal would hurt more.
 I am calm, but not as you would think of the word. The seemingly unmoving ocean will have a myriad of life, right under the surface. Uninhabited forests are never silent for the buzz of insects, desserts holds the ghosts of past, flashing visions into your [pheripical sight]. Your heart beats faster when you submerge in hot water, increasing all your body functions as your mind gets slow.
 The calm am feeling must rather be compared to an area of empty space, far from the path of any celestial body, barely in the light of few and distant stars.
This body is too young. It should not feel this way. But this mind is old, too old.
Too tired...

I am tired, I realize. Tired of this world? I don't know. I can not truly remember.
 I am tired of walking. I have seen most sights this world has offered (I can not remember any of me being the traveling type)
 I am tired of talking. I have said or heard all the words and all the meanings (One of me lived on his tounge, spinning thruths and weaving lies among men who thought themselves gods, walking underneath the white marble walls of the mountains they had built)
 I am tired of creating, as is the definite of man, and mans definiton of God. (I can almost remember, even in waking hours, the days of Indigo Rain, when magick left the heavens. The light-crystals dissipiated into a rainbow-colored fog that covered all the sky (How I wish I could have seen earth from somewhere else in those days) and glowing, light blue drops fell to earth for many generations. In those days, even the simplest mind could manifest a thought with some focus and willpower)
I am tired of being, and it suddenly feels like I have never truly slept. There's no recollection of darkness after an ended life, and the dreams given by night offer no respite. My mind grows heavy as I try to contemplate the possibilty of them being real, but I quickly dislodge the thought. It would not do to loose what sanity I got left.

I am tired, and I think you can see it in my eyes. I have settled on observing, wich is not difficult in an age where everywhere is always under monitor. You, all of you, make do in a world that is not fair to you, and you don't back down. You live hard lives, in fear and struggle, but descernable lifes, and beautiful lives. I am proud of you.

title: On perspective, and the lives of man

question: Describe the function of magick in the story's world.

answer: It's unclear what the exact function of magick is, but it's described as being able to cast a thought into being with some focus and willpower.

critique: It's clear that magick is able to cast a thought into being with some focus and willpower.

critique: The answer should mention that magick is described as being able to manifest a thought with some focus and willpower.

critique: It's omitted that the magick was used by the gods.

critique: It is incorrect that the author infers that magick is the ability to cast a thought into being with some focus and willpower. Only one life of the narrator's encompasses this.

critique: The answer should mention that magick is also described as being able to manifest a thought with some focus and willpower.

critique: The answer omits that magick was used in the days of Indigo Rain.

question: What does the narrator remember?

answer: The narrator remembers many lives, and that they are tired of being.

critique: The narrator does not remember being tired of being.

critique: The narrator also remembers magick, and the world as it was before magick was lost.

critique: The narrator's state of mind is omitted.

critique: The narrator is not only tired of being, but also he's been through several lifetimes.

text:
-The answer omits that the narrator remembers the disappointment of every conscious mind when the last raw magick was burned, and the world became less. It should state this.
-The narrator can almost remember the days of Indigo Rain when magick left the heavens. The answer should include this too.

question: What does the narrator fear?

answer: The narrator fears the lack of fear.

critique: "The narrator fears the lack of fear." - is too general and needs to be more specific.

critique: The narrator clearly states what they fear.

critique: The narrator fears the lack of fear, but this is not what they fear.

critique: The narrator fears the lack of fear in their current life.


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 In 2006, Maya relocated to Colorado. Her crystal blue oceans, waterfalls and eighty degree year-round weather were traded for four season weather, enchanting forests and majestic mountains that led to her rekindled love for vampires.
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question: What does the text say about Maya DeLeina's upbringing?

answer: Maya DeLeina was born and raised on the Hawaiian island of Oahu. She could be seen at her favorite beach, Lanikai, performing with an all-girl band where she played keyboards, guitar, and provided vocals. She also worked as an editor in her high school's yearbook and volunteered her time at a humane society through UH of Manoa civic groups.

critique: The response is missing the part about her love for vampires.

critique: "She also worked as an editor in her high school's yearbook and volunteered her time at a humane society through UH of Manoa civic groups." - extraneous information that can be deleted.


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JOHN LAMBERT (15 July 1926 – 7 March 1995) was a British music composer and teacher.

Biography

John Arthur Neil Lambert was born at Maidenhead. After obtaining a post at the Royal College of Music, he lived at Brighton for the rest of his life, where he shared a house with organist Timothy Bond. He died in Brighton from liver cancer.

Music career

Lambert studied at the Royal Academy of Music, and then at the Royal College of Music. He studied with Nadia Boulanger privately in Paris; that study ended in 1953.

In 1958 Lambert was named Music Director at the Old Vic theatre; he retained that post until 1962, when he accepted a post as Professor of Composition at the Royal College of Music. At the Royal College he established a dedicated experimental music group.[1]

Lambert taught many students who went on to become noted in their own right, including Oliver Knussen, Antony Cooke, Mark-Anthony Turnage, Simon Bainbridge, Gabriel Jackson and Julian Anderson.[2] He also taught Javier Álvarez, Gary Carpenter, David Fanshawe, Jonathan Lloyd, Carlos Miranda and Barrington Pheloung. The striking thing about this list is the musical diversity which is represented therein.[3] Lambert retired from teaching in 1990.

Teaching style

Lambert was a gifted composer and an effective and influential teacher,[4] and was widely regarded as “self-effacing”.[5]

For his entire teaching career, Lambert maintained an intense curiosity and openness to the latest trends in music. He stated that his musical development had been stinted by the lack of musical openness in mid-century England, and he hoped that his students would not suffer a similar deprivation. He exhibited this openness in his own curriculum; he regularly invited noted musical influences.[6]

He encouraged musical students to develop an “analytical ear” - the ability to spot an interesting sound or phrase, then dissect it and sense its potential. He taught this technique in his _Experimental Music Group_, an improvisation seminar which he assembled each week from 1970 until 1990. This involved students both from the college and elsewhere, combining music with live electronics, theatre, dance, film and animation; a forum in which one could try out the most unexpected, even bizarre things and, if they did not come off, that was as important a discovery as if they did.

Musical compositions

Lambert was most productive in his later years. He progressed most rapidly after taking the Music Director post at the Old Vic, where he worked with noted musicians of the period, such as Franco Zeffirelli. He composed music for a range of productions, but also commissioned music from other composers such as Thea Musgrave and Michael Tippett (whose music for The Tempest, 1962, was one of the most striking products of this era).

Possibly Lambert's most imposing composition during his Old Vic period was his _Organ Mass_, composed in a five-year stretch (1964-1968). After that he produced happier, more direct music, such as _Formations and Transformations_ (1973), and an opera, _Family Affairs_, which premiered at the 1988 Brighton Festival.

Lambert's[7] later works include a choral work, _Scale_ (1988), and string quartets. His _Second String Quartet_ (1986) revealed a more intimate side. The most ambitious project was the cycle _Sea-Change_ (1978–94), five contrasting works for ensemble and electronics.

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[3] _What is so striking about that list is that all the figures in it have gone in completely different, even contradictory, directions. Lambert was extremely proud of that diversity, and it was the key to his special teaching abilities._ (from his Obituary)

[4] _On meeting Lambert a few years ago, a well-known American conductor exclaimed, “Ah, the father of new British music!”_ (from his Obituary)

[5] Obituary for John Lambert, The Independent, 9 March 1995

[6] His obituary mentions seminars by Pierre Boulez and Witold Lutosławski.

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title: John Lambert (composer)

question: What would have happened if Lambert did not teach at the Royal College of Music?

answer: The Royal College would have missed out on an extremely gifted professor and an open mind with regard to music.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

critique: His students would not have received their education

critique: "The Royal College would have missed out on an extremely gifted professor and an open mind with regard to music." - this is irrelevant to the question and should be deleted.

critique: This is uncommon and doesn't tell much about what would have happened.

critique: The one-sentence answer does not answer the question.

critique: It is not stated that Lambert's teaching style was open-minded with regard to music.

critique: It is not stated that Lambert was an open-minded professor.

critique: There is no evidence that Lambert's teaching was not sought after.

critique: "The Royal College would have missed out on an extremely gifted professor and an open mind with regard to music." - this is not a necessary consequence.

critique: The answer is not stated in the passage.

critique: It is not stated that Lambert would have been extremely gifted.

critique: The teacher's gender is not stated. It is also important to note that there is no evidence that the Royal College was looking for an open-minded professor.

critique: The answer is not relevant to the question


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I heard about SUNY Maritime through ambush. I was woken early one Saturday morning at an insulting time by my mother. She told to get up because we’re going to see a college. I hadn’t visited any schools yet and this was October of my senior year. I didn’t even ask where I was so sleepy. I simply put on a heavy coat, took a blanket and pillow and lay my six foot wide frame in the back seat and slept. At some point in the five hour ride from D.C. to New York I remember waking up and asking where we were going, she might have said more but all I caught was New York. I remember thinking, “cool, that’s perfect, far enough, close enough,” and then falling asleep again. She woke me just as we approached the Throggs Neck exit.
I recall being bewildered by the unfamiliar street and having to ask somebody for directions from his car. We weren’t to far, and lowering the window after all that time let in the sea air – it was fantastic even if it was the Hudson. We took the turn down a long narrow back street, the only way in or out for that matter. When we finally came to a small round about with a giant stone wall opposite us with a connecting lever gate. At the entrance stood a guy in uniform, dress blues (how I know thee well). I had neither the heart nor the will to tell my mother after such a long drive I wasn’t going to do military school. But we still drove down the street, which ran along the northern side of the peninsula. At its widest it couldn’t be more than a hundred yards wide save a narrow strip the stretches out called the point. What I then thought to be a mile but later would learn was about half was the road we traveled on, a strait drive to the back of the school then back around again in a circle. From there it was your standard college open house, lots of bewildered and shy highschoolers shadowed by there parents. As a black kid I instantly noticed how few of me there were. We crowded into an auditorium to hear them ejaculate onto us and then tell us how it was the best ejaculate because it was a maritime ejaculate. I expected as much, then they asked us to divide into groups for the first half of the day, I remember thinking, I could do that in an hour (I actually would, often). We were taken through boring halls and standard classrooms. Two things of note and the only positives of that place: The Fort Schuler and the waterfront estate, damn I loved that water (never got in it though.). Then we were told to divide into our interest, I picked naval architecture. I loved to draw then and wanted something similar to my interest, but almost picked something else when m mom suggested it. Glad I did though, I walked into one of the classrooms in the science wing of the S & E (science and engineering). I saw a girl there with the last name Porshe, I don’t know why but she stuck with me, not particularly hot, little bit of a flat face and a sharp chin but it played well to me.  After they made jokes about the courses they basically said you don’t have to be in regiment to take this major. Regiment being the uniformed students, there was a minority of non-regimental ‘civilians’ that attended the school with out the hassle of regiment. But Porshe was regiment. We left the room and I recall wanting to make friends with the one guy who spoke up in there for the highschoolers just to be like “hey, you’re not the only fearless one among us,” but I couldn’t think of a reason to start a conversation when he was in front of me when they were filing out. We followed this with lunch, where I interacted with another prospect who was a total meat-head lax-bro who made vast proclamations about himself and what he’d do if he came there. (He did, and he sorta held true to the work out goals; what else do you do when you have a cheating gf, only weekend leave, and near no attractive girls. Not to say the girls aren’t talented, but they can’t help there anatomy. Another lesson I learned after enrolling). We separated from our parents at this point, they said they wanted to separate us like we inevitably would be on the day. Just champion stuff these guys, eh? This is when they drove home that the regiment is tough, fair, and easily manageable. I already lived most of the lifestyle, save the working out part, with all the private schooling I was ready. By then it was time to either tour the ship or leave, I was tired from all forced ejaculate they kept pinching my nose to give me so we left. My mother and I still left that place with an overall good view. Sadly fo future me, I knew that was to be my school the moment I saw the water.

title: This is a true story excerpt from the auto-biographic novel I'm working up. I wonder if you'll like the first draft (unspell-checked). Names are changed for here. This is Titled: Intro to SUNY.

question: What does the text say about SUNY Maritime?

answer: The narrator and his mom went to SUNY Maritime to see a college. The narrator was bewildered by the unfamiliar street and had to ask someone for directions. The school is located on a narrow strip of land in New York. It is a military college. The narrator and his mom left the place with an overall good view.

critique: The narrator's bewilderment is irrelevant to the question.

critique: The answer should mention the narrator's interest in the school.

critique: The answer should include information about the college itself.

critique: The answer should mention the narrator's interest in naval architecture.

critique: The response should include the narrator's opinion of SUNY Maritime.

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

answer: No answer

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

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

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator doesn't have any friends at the school.

critique: The text can be read to have some information about the narrator's friends

critique: The text does have information about the narrator's friends.

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

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator doesn't have any friends.


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All the areas I remember best in Damascus have been stitched together. But the map lacks any physical and intellectual context. The image is also scaleless. What were the places to me, what are they now – do all of them still exist? Most still exist, but this map cannot just be about my life (even though the city and I had a very intimate relationship – probably my most intimate relationship thus far – it has to mean something to others whether or not I may know them). But I will continue working on this map until it starts acquiring some use, and I know I want it to be useful . It wants to be useful, but at this point it can only be useful as proof that I am still working on it.

The personal spaces are ordinary but the interstitial ones are contested today.

What can be moreover told is that the city was – as shown – working for me as two nodes. On one end was “the city” as a built form containing my home, my grandparents’ homes, my school, the workplace where I interned, and of course the interstitial spaces. At the other end was the airport. I didn’t experience it as often as the rest of the city, but the route to was extremely important. It also meant I got as close as ever to the places we could see in the distance from our balcony. All of this will (eventually) be indicated.

I recently ordered three books – The Angel of History by Svetlana Boym, On Cosmopolitanism and Forgiveness by Jacques Derrida, and The Past is a Foreign Country by David Lowenthal. I hope that reading them will also inform the drawing.

[collageofdamascus_try4]This is what I have achieved thus far on my detailed memory map. It has been taking some time because the overall image needs to be stitched from small high-resolution satellite imagery of the city. Those areas in red can be zoomed into for closer inspection (assuming, if need be). A low resolution gray-scaled image of the city is included to give some context. The map needs to be expanded eastwards to include Old Damascus (where I briefly worked in 2009). Moreover, I need to refine the treatment to follow a more coherent and systematic logic.

[Progress on Map of Memory of Damascus]

[collage of damascus and new york]

Attached is a photoshopped satellite photograph of Damascus (I never did get to see the city from that altitude, unfortunately) MEANT TO SHOW THE APPROXIMATE SIZE OF THE CITY. I OVERLAYED A LAYER OF RED ON ALL THE BUILT ELEMENTS. NEXT TO THE FIRST IMAGE OF THE CITY EMPHASIZING ONLY THOSE AREAS THAT I REMEMBER (HEREAFTER CALLED THE ‘RED ZONE’).  I have also applied the same two treatments to an image of New York City purely for comparison purposes. I have only been to New York city twice but most would probably be able to identify it in plan without ever having visited or researched it.

There are no parameters in identifying the boundaries of the red zone – but if anyone asks me about Damascus, it is the routes (from our home to my school, my grandmother’s house, and various other places that I often frequented) undertaken within that confined area that first come to mind. I do not really know how much – on average – a citizen remembers his/her city in terms of area – but I am assuming what I do remember of Damascus is below that average. WHAT I REMEMBER AMOUNTS TO LESS THAN 1.5 KILOMETERS SQUARED – HALF OF THE SIZE OF CENTRAL PARK IN NEW YORK CITY.

But I wouldn’t call myself a prisoner (not in the self-conscious sense at least) because I never desired to venture further – ‘further’ was best seen from our balcony at sunrise or sunset. If I did ever venture beyond the identified red zone, it was for a special occasion (anything from a wedding or going with my father to the maintenance shop for his car) or it was to leave the city or the country entirely. My family usually had to go to the airport at 4 AM ( most flights left at 6 to 8 AM for some legal restriction that I never understood very well) so that journey and that city were cloaked in black. When returning to the city, most flights landed in the evening as well – but the city at that time was lit. Even the poorest areas (e.g Jaramanah) seemed beautiful from afar – but not even at those times did we venture closer. This is not to say that I lived in the wealthiest section of the city – but whenever there were spaces of poverty, they were usually physically or psychologically cloaked (in beautiful lights, in darkness, or behind large housing blocks).

However within that area which I remember are many sites of interest that could become opportunities for intervention in the future. They comprise my architectural bias and hence any possible intent (if it even matters) : they will be identified in a more detailed image of the ‘red zone’ later on. This post is just a graphic introduction, so I will not write much more.

“How to begin again? HOW TO BE HAPPY, TO INVENT OURSELVES, SHEDDING THE INERTIA OF THE PAST? How to experience life and life alone, ‘that dark, driving, insatiable power that lusts after itself?’ These were the questions that bothered the moderns. Happiness, and not merely a longing for it, meant forgetfulness and a new perception of time.” – Svetlana Boym in the Future of Nostalgia

I was recently exposed to Sevtlana Boym’s “Future of Nostalgia” through a course entitled Structure of [Middle Eastern?] Cities (the class was partially devoted to defining what the Middle East actually is, geographically, culturally, figuratively, etc.) taught by Professor Ipek Tureli. I was particularly imbued by this excerpt from the chapter entitled “The Angel of History: Nostalgia and Modernity”. I, like many others, have become nostalgic: I was raised in Syria, but I left to pursue a degree in architecture at a university in Canada. But I learned that I loved ‘Syria’ (I was never very patriotic) the day I left – an unappreciative tourist in my own country. But that is very telling of the schizophrenic state within which Syria existed for at least its last two decades. It was a dictatorship, a closeted world of a naive elite that neglected a downtrodden majority which – to this day – pays a bitter, undeserved price. Hence, in all fairness to the majority that I hid from, THE SYRIA I LEFT NEVER EXISTED beyond what it was to me and my closest friends and family. Though I am unsure of the exact connection – accepting that has encouraged me to start a blog to  map the architecture of that isolated nostalgia. That nostalgia is not just a longing for the past  that may never have existed, but a desire for a future that – as of now – cannot exist.

I – hopefully – will be posting regularly. Ideally, my posts will consist of maps, diagrams, and photo-collages, that relate to architectural interventions that can provide substance to ‘that’ nostalgia.

question: What does the text say about "Future of Nostalgia"?

answer: Svetlana Boym in "Future of Nostalgia" says, "Happiness, and not merely a longing for it, meant forgetfulness and a new perception of time." In "Future of Nostalgia," Boym says, "I, like many others, have become nostalgic: I was raised in Syria, but I left to pursue a degree in architecture at a university in Canada. But I learned that I loved 'Syria' (I was never very patriotic) the day I left - an unappreciative tourist in my own country."

critique: The response is inaccurate. It does not include the excerpt from the book that goes with the quote.

critique: importance of the work and its title are not in the text

critique: The first two sentences are unrelated to the question.

critique: The first passage doesn't mention the book at all.

critique: The answer should mention the excerpt from the chapter "The Angel of History: Nostalgia and Modernity."

critique: Saying that the text quotes Boym is irrelevant.

critique: The answer misrepresents some of the contents of the passage. It omits the fact that Boym said nostalgia "meant forgetfulness and a new perception of time" and shows lack of understanding about the excerpt.

critique: Incorrect. This is from an excerpt from the chapter of "The Angel of History: Nostalgia and Modernity" in which Boym says, "How to begin again? HOW TO BE HAPPY, TO INVENT OURSELVES, SHEDDING THE INERTIA OF THE PAST? How to experience life and life alone, ‘that dark, driving, insatiable power that lusts after itself?’ These were the questions that bothered the moderns. Happiness, and not merely a longing for it, meant forgetfulness and a new perception of time."

critique: The summary misses to mention that the text quotes a passage from Boym's work.

critique: The answer should include more details about the book.

critique: The second and third sentences are irrelevant.

critique: The response contains a lot of information that is not relevant to the question.

question: What does the text say about Syria?

answer: The text mentions that Syria had been a dictatorship keeping its majority faction in poverty and its people in power. It states that it's different from other dictatorships that have existed in the past in so much as the Syria they are talking about never existed beyond what it was to its neighbors and their families. Syria is still up for dictatorship, or at least has been up for dictatorship.

critique: This answer is primarily made up of made up details that are not present in the text.

critique: "Syria is still up for dictatorship, or at least has been up for dictatorship." - this is incorrect. The text does not say anything about Syria being up for dictatorship.

critique: The text does not mention that Syria is still up for dictatorship.

critique: No sources are given to support this response.

critique: "Syria is still up for dictatorship, or at least has been up for dictatorship." - this doesn't make sense and needs to be rewritten.

critique: The text does not say that Syria is still up for dictatorship.

critique: The second sentence is a bit confusing and not necessary.

critique: There is no evidence to suggest that Syria is still up for dictatorship.

critique: The text does not talk about Syria still being up for dictatorship

critique: "Keeping its majority faction in poverty and its people in power. It states that it's different from other dictatorships that have existed in the past in so much as the Syria they are talking about never existed beyond what it was to its neighbors and their families." is unattested.

question: Summarize everything relating to the author's family.

answer: The author grew in Syria and had a relatively close relationship with their local community. The author's family were always cautious of overexcursion beyond the comfort of their known space due to the government at the time.

critique: The author's family does not necessarily have anything to do with their community.

critique: It is omitted that although the author grew in Syria, they did not know of the poverty in the city, until she left to study in Canada.

critique: The author's family is not mentioned in the passage.

critique: The family wasn't cautious of overexcursion beyond the comfort of their known space due to the government, the author was.

critique: The author's family did not have a large influence on his life in Damascus beyond their home and the workplace where he interned.

critique: Nothing in the passage supports the answer at all.

critique: The first sentence isn't relevant to the question.

critique: "The author's family" - replace with "his family"

critique: The author's family were not always cautious of overexcursion beyond the comfort of their known space due to the government at the time.

critique: The answer is too broad and can be refined.

critique: The answer should include that the family went to the airport at 4 AM.

critique: The author's family are not mentioned in the text.

critique: The author's family was not always cautious of overexcursion beyond the comfort of their known space due to the government at the time.

critique: The government is not mentioned in the passage.

question: What does the text say about Los Angeles?

answer: No answer

critique: This is inaccurate. The text discusses Los Angeles briefly in the overview.

critique: There is an indirect mention of Los Angeles.

critique: No response is given, but the reference to Los Angeles is relevant to the story.

critique: The text covers the city in the context of the author's travels.

critique: There is no mention of Los Angeles in the text.

critique: There is no information about Los Angeles in the text.

critique: The question doesn't make sense and must be edited.


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ROBERT GENE JACKSON (born November 3, 1985) is a former American football linebacker who played six seasons in the National Football League (NFL). He was drafted by the Washington Redskins in the seventh round of the 2008 NFL Draft as a defensive end. He played college football at Kansas State University.

Early life

Jackson prepped at West Haven High School, West Haven, CT, where he was considered the No. 16 overall prospect in New England by SuperPrep. He earned All-Area and All-State honors at defensive end in 2003 when he Totaled 72 tackles, including 12 sacks. He won a state championship in 2002 in high school.

College career

Jackson attended junior college at Fort Scott Community College, located in Fort Scott, Kansas. He had 35 tackles (28 solo), including nine for losses (six sacks) in eight games on defense and caught four receptions for 90 yards as a tight end and totaled 45 tackles (34 solo) in nine games as a freshman and led the Kansas Jayhawk Community College Conference in sacks during 2004 with 9. He played both defensive end and tight end as a sophomore. He was a two-time first-team All-Jayhawk Conference defensive selection. Jackson then went on to play collegiate football at Kansas State University. In 2006, he started 12 of 13 games and earned honorable mention All-Big 12 after making 36 tackles (8.5 for losses and 4.5 sacks, two pass break-ups and one forced fumble. In 2007, Jackson started 11 of 12 games. He ended the season with 25 tackles, 4.5 for loss, and 2 sacks and one pass broken up.

Professional career

Pre-draft

Jackson measured in at a height of 6' 3⅜" and a weight of 257 pounds at his Pro Day. He ran the 40-yard dash in 4.78 seconds and he measured a 28" vertical jump and completed 13 repetitions on the 225-pound bench press.

Washington Redskins

2008 Season

Jackson was selected by the Washington Redskins in the seventh round (242nd overall) of the 2008 NFL Draft on April 27, 2008. The pick represented the Redskins’ ninth pick of the 2008 Draft. He made his NFL debut against the Dallas Cowboys in Week 4 of the 2008 season. Jackson finished his rookie season playing in only three games and recording only a single tackle.

2009 Season

On September 5, 2009, Jackson was waived by the Redskins. He was signed to the Redskins' practice squad the next day. Jackson was promoted to the active roster on November 30, 2009 due to injury of Jeremy Jarmon.

2010 Season

On September 4, 2010, Jackson was released by the Redskins.[1] The next day, he was signed to the Redskins' practice squad again. Originally being a defensive end, Jackson was converted into an outside linebacker when the Redskins switched to a 3-4 defense in the 2010 NFL season.[2] Jackson was promoted to the active 53-man roster on December 20, 2010 due to Brian Orakpo suffering a groin injury. In the Week 16 of the against the Jacksonville Jaguars, Jackson recorded his first career sack, which helped the Redskins beat the Jaguars in overtime.[3]

2011 Season

In the 2011 season, Jackson was made the backup right outside linebacker for Brian Orakpo. In Week 17 against the Philadelphia Eagles, Jackson subbed in for Orakpo in the second half of the game after the latter injured his shoulder after sacking Michael Vick. At the end of the season, Jackson played all 16 games for the first time in his career.

2012 Season

In Week 3 against the Cincinnati Bengals, Jackson had his first career start at the right outside linebacker after Brian Orakpo was placed on injured reserve after tearing his left pectoral muscle in Week 2 against the St. Louis Rams.[4][5] In the game, he scored the Redskins' first touchdown after he intercepted Andy Dalton and landed in the endzone; it was his first career interception and touchdown.[6] He recorded his second career interception on Eli Manning in the Week 7 game against the New York Giants.[7] In the Week 14 game against the Baltimore Ravens, Jackson managed to strip the ball away from Joe Flacco as he was sacking him and recovered the ball.[8] This turnover would lead to the Redskins scoring a field goal helping to tie the game and eventually winning in overtime. The following week, he would record his third career interception in the win over the Cleveland Browns.[9] Two weeks later, he secured his fourth interception of the year against the Dallas Cowboys in a win that won the team the title of NFC East Champion.[10]

2013 Season

Set to be a restricted free agent in the 2013 season, Jackson agreed to re-sign with the Redskins on a one-year deal on March 9, 2013.[11][12] On March 20, it was announced that Jackson would be suspended for the first four games of the season due to violating the league's substance abuse policy.[13]

2014 Season

Jackson re-signed with the Redskins again on April 4, 2014.[14] He was released on August 24.[15]

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title: Rob Jackson (American football)

question: Summarize the most interesting part of Rob Jackson's life.

answer: The most interesting part of Rob Jackson's life is when he was drafted by the Washington Redskins in the seventh round of the 2008 NFL Draft as a defensive end. He played college football at Kansas State University.


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This is a short story that I've slowly been working on for some time. I understand there are grammar and other issues. I would love to have some feedback though.
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It is 8:47 AM. Gary feels the cool ocean breeze on his face as he looks out into the horizon. Looking up into the sky, he can see the bright streak of light of what is to come. To think that it was only a year ago that they had found out what was going to be happening. On any normal day, Gary would be working. He loved his job, working in the lab attempting to find a weakness in today’s most deadly diseases. Gary’s job no longer matters anymore. If there was some way to ensure the work he loved so much would be preserved, Gary would have made it his duty to preserve as much of humanities knowledge as possible.

 A year ago, the world’s leading space agencies had found an asteroid headed straight for Earth. Humanity had made this discovery far too late to be able to circumvent any disaster. After the announcement was made by the world’s governments, people were in disbelief. People had continued to do their jobs, go shopping for food, cleaning bathrooms, and repairing cars. That is all the people knew to do; what they had been doing for years prior to the announcement. What else were we to do in the meantime?

There was no rioting any time after the announcement was made. Crime rates had dropped dramatically as well. Churches were empty on Sundays; the individuals preferred to be with friends and family at home. This is perhaps the most peaceful time that mankind has ever seen, facing its demise. The asteroid is large enough to kill all life on land.

Gary remembers doing as much research as he could about the incoming rock. The asteroid is moving fast enough to vaporize any water in the immediate area of the impact and create a wave of intense heat. The heat will be hot enough to kill any land animals in an instant. On top of this, it will liquefy the Earth for miles around the impact site.

“It is such a beautiful day today.” Gary said while taking in the early morning breeze from the ocean. “Indeed, it is a wonderful day. I wonder what will be left behind of us for future archaeologists to find.” A stranger on the beach replied. Gary looked over and nodded, pondering the possibilities myself.

*Gary wonders how long it will be before the bones of mankind will be found, if there are any bones left to be found.*

“I suspect that it might be some time before life on Earth has a chance at flourishing again.” The stranger said, continuing from his last statement. “These are our last hours here on Earth, why aren’t you back home with family?” Gary asked the stranger. “I have no family. I have no brother or sisters, and my parents died a few years ago.” Replied the stranger. The stranger had a glimmer in his eyes, and a sullen look upon his face.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Gary quickly replied, noticing the quick change in the stranger’s appearance. “To think that everything we know, everyone we love, and all of our creations will be gone. Nobody will be able to look at the Eiffel Tower again, nobody will be able to read a novel written by a famous writer, and nobody will be able to look at the beauty that is the Starry Night. Such a sad day it is, that given all of mankind’s great wonders, that we are not able to stop our own end.” The stranger said, looking into the sky.

They had glanced at each other for a moment, then back at the asteroid that can be seen in the sky. The time is growing near, as each minute, the asteroid is moving ever closer. All of the greatest achievements by mankind, and not one of them can stop what is coming at them, moving at a quick 100 kilometers per second. This is the fastest asteroid humans have discovered.

“Do you ever think about what will happen after the impact?” The man asks.

“I am not entirely sure what you mean. I guess after humans die off, after the dust has settled, other organisms can flourish. Ninety-nine percent of land life on Earth will be dead after the impact. Aquatic life will be disturbed, but since this asteroid is going to hit land, most aquatic life will be fine. Many of the top feeding marine life will surely parish though.” Gary replied, scratching his head. “Well, here in a few moments, the universe may no longer be able to observe itself. It will no longer know what love is, what hate is, what hunger, or what pain is. It will lose an important piece of itself today. We are a way for the universe to see itself.” The man says softly.

That is quite a profound statement. Gary had never really thought of it in such a way before this moment. He will surely miss all the wonderful beauties that universe has to offer.

Moments after the man had finished his sentence, a booming sound struck their ears. There was a great fireball in the sky now, racing towards the Earth. “Good luck, my friend.” Said the man as he shook his hand. A blinding flash came from the horizon, followed by a wave of unimaginable heat and force. Once again, life on Earth will be challenged.

Little had Gary knew, the nations of the world had decided on a plan of action shortly after the initial discovery of the asteroid. The nations secretly built several colonies in the deepest depths of the ocean’s water, as well as a colony on the moon. These colonies were modular by design. The modular design allowed for easily sealing off dangerous parts of the colony. The main hub of the colony held the colony’s government, as well as the residents of the colony. Each colony had a similar layout, as well as the additions that were made after the colony was constructed. Each colony had common department names, such as biology, agriculture, medical, botany, and engineering bays.

Within that year after initial discovery of the asteroid, they had completed the construction of the colonies, and had people living and working. Anybody outside of major government officials were never told that such a plan was in motion. Officials brought the top scientists, engineers, mathematicians, doctors, and other useful individuals down to the colonies.

”Ok, class, who has questions about today’s history documentary?” the professor said, disabling the video wall. The class stayed silent for a few moments, with each of the students looking at one another. “These events happened back in 2015. There are only a few people alive today that witnessed the actual event. Today, scientists have figured out some rather important findings about the event. Unfortunately, I am not able to share these findings just yet with you.” Professor Brooke said. There was a bit of mumbling in the back of the classroom about how primitive the technology was.

“Ok, class, if there are no questions, you are all dismissed for the day. Enjoy the afternoon.” Professor Brooke stated while gathering her teaching materials. As the class packs up and begins to leave the room, a couple of the students are curious about what the discovery could have been. “Hey John, do you think if we can sneak over into the military section we will be able to find out what they found?” Robert said, while finishing to pack up the last of his things. John nodded his head, agreeing to sneak into the section.

“This is incredibly alarming. I could only hope the information you have provided is wrong.” Colonel Rogers said, after reading details explaining the origins and purpose of the asteroid. “We should alert the other colonies of the pending attack.” An unknown man said. Two gunshots echoed through the halls of the military section.

“Excuse me sir, we found these boys listening in on the briefing. Can you get the captain to prepare a statement for their parents?” A guard informed Colonel Rogers. “Ill inform the captain. Please take the bodies to the morgue.” Colonel Rogers responded.

title: [SF] The Day

question: What does the story say about Gary and the stranger?

answer: Gary and the stranger are the only two people left on Earth. They are the last two humans alive. They are the last two people to witness the asteroid that is about to hit Earth. They are the last two people to witness the end of the human race.

critique: The answer should mention that Gary and the stranger are the last two people to witness the end of the universe.

text: Gary and the stranger aren't the last people on Earth. The story makes it clear there are other people waiting to die.

question: What does the story say about its setting?

answer: The story is set during the apocalypse. The asteroid is large enough to kill all land-based life instantly and create intense heat that would kill off the remaining land-based life. The story takes place before and after the asteroid hits.

question: What does the story say about riots?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that there were no riots after the announcement of the asteroid.

critique: This is an incorrect response and should be an actual response to the question.

critique: The answer is incorrect and should be replaced with an accurate one.

critique: The response misses to mention that there were no riots after the announcement of the asteroid.

critique: The answer should mention that there are no riots.

critique: The answer should mention that there are no riots in the story.

question: What does the story say about crime rates?

answer: After the announcement that the world was going to be hit by an asteroid and that there was nothing anyone could do to stop it, there was no rioting. Crime rates dropped dramatically and churches were empty on Sundays.

critique: The answer should mention that the lack of crime is due to the lack of purpose for living.

critique: It is omitted that Gary looks out and observes the lack of activity.

critique: The answer should mention that the lack of crime is due to the lack of anything to do.

text: The mentions of rioting and the churches are unnecessary and should be omitted.


text:
Smoke billowed out of the furnace as the apprentice pumps the bellows. "Faster!" snapped the master. The apprentice pumped harder, feeling the all too familiar soreness in his arms. Suddenly, he felt a cool but rough hand on his shoulder. "Enough," the master said. "Finish cleaning, and we can go to the tavern for tonight's meal".

They walked down to the tavern in silence. As they were seated amongst the noise and chaos, the apprentice wondered what could have happened to make his normally stingy master order not one, but two steaks. Tender and juicy with a pepper sauce, they were delicious, but also cost more than most in the village made in a month. Mentally, he shrugged. Best not to question it, and just eat in peace .Afterwards, they walked along the beach, while the master puffed his pipe. They seated themselves alongside a log, while the surf licked their toes. The silence was only interrupted by the soft murmur of the waves, and the master's sudden question: "Have I ever told you the story of Corbye, my boy?” The apprentice thought for a moment, then shook his head. The master puffed pensively, then pulled out his telescope from his pouch, and handed it to the boy. "There," he gestured, "look up amongst the stars". Silently, he took the telescope and saw... nothing. Just the blue moon winking wordlessly amongst the stars down at the world. "Wh-what do I see?" the boy asked. "You see the city of Corbye" the master replied. "Best make yourself comfortable. This will be a long one".

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Once upon a time, out in the vast sea of Xantcha, lay the island of Corbye. It was a proud island, famous for its glassworks, but a miserable island. While outwards it projected splendor, the massive mountain of wealth it held in its vaults was built upon the backs of workers, workers who left their homelands to work in the mythical city, only to discover that once there, they could never leave. Corbye was split into two parts: The shining pillars that supported the palaces in which the glass-masters lived, and the barracks that held the people upon whose backs came the cruel whip every day.

It is in this world we find Meru. Like too many lost souls, he, too stole aboard a ship bound for Corbye, dreaming of wealth and fame, only to find misery. Every day, he wandered the docks, hoping to return home, but he could not. Eventually, hunger drove him to petition for work amongst the House of Workers, only to be turned away time and time again. When he finally found work, the work found him miserable. He would clean the soot chimneys every day after the glass had been melted; burning his hands and knees to reach the furthest corners to clean the murky ash off the furnace.

But the worst part of his job was not the work itself; it was his monstrously massive master, Master Petros. Fat, laggard, bastard son of a goat - Oh, he had many names for Petros. But hate him as much as he did, Meru wondered how such an ugly countenance could conjure such beautiful works out of the glass. With his all too ready cane and bellows, he would prise the glass from its mold while still cherry hot into his pig-like fingers, then quickly into the waiting hands of a worker so that it would not char his own fingers. But while many questioned his sanity and humanity, no one questioned his results: Many of the most refined pieces of glass came from his workshop of horrors.

One night, after the day's sweeping, Meru began to plan an escape. Who could he count on? Certainly not the other workers; no, they were too afraid of Petros, that swine. What about the dock workers? Nay, they too were paid off by the Glass Council to beat any workers that were too inquisitive into submission. For this journey, Meru could rely on only himself. That night, just before dawn, he glimpsed something odd: A sail on the horizon, but unlike any he had seen before. Not only was it a crystalline blue, it was moving fast, far faster than any sail should have. At the rate it was moving, it would be at the docks in less than an hour. Perfect, he thought to himself. If he could swim past the dock guards, he could slip onto the boat undetected, and be off to the golden isles. That was where all things magical came from; besides, what hell could be worse than this one?

With a soft splash, he slipped into the water, and began to swim towards the dock. Left, right, left, right, kick. Bubbles swirled around him as he dove downward to avoid the guard's torches, and into the slowly brightening murk. Once past the piers that sank deep into the mud on the bottom, he began to breathe easier: he was home free, at last. But where was-there. The anchor to the mysterious ship. Sopping wet, Meru clambered aboard, and glanced around him. A simple enough ship: About fifty feet of deck before and in front of him, with the wheel unmanned, and a cabin jutting out in front of him. A grate with a ladder beside it seemed to lead down to the hold... but the ladder was covered in dust. He began to wring out his shirt, only to hear a soft *woof* behind him. "What in the nine hells-" he began, only to be cut off by a vise-like pair of arms that came about him, slamming into his gut. He struggled, squirming back and forth like the caterpillars of Argoth, only to find that no matter how he struggled, its grip only strengthened around him. He heard the baying of hounds in the hold, and then a sharp *SNAP*.

Silence. Then, a tinkling laughter, like crystal shattering on soft grass. "So, we have an unexpected visitor. I expected the residents of Corbye to be more... glamorous and less moist". Out strode a woman, tall, taller than Meru, and enrobed in the most fantastic garb he had ever seen: Bright blues and yellows clashing on a field of red, while a headdress of fanciful green sat upon her head, with a simple black cape to complete the ridiculous ensemble. He began to laugh: Was this a ship, or an aviary?

She seemed rather peeved. Laughter? "Who dares laugh at Simoon, Wizard of the Thousandth Isle?" Meru struggled to control his face; wizards were notorious for laying hexes that could ruin cities. But it was too much for him. "Who ever heard of a parrot becoming a wizard?" he guffawed, "especially one who hires only men to govern their ship!” Simoon just smiled. "Look behind you" she said. Meru did so, and was greeted by a wet slurping tongue across his face. "Eugh! A man? With the head of a dog? What devilry is this?" he exclaimed. "I thought all ships were crewed by Sea Dogs" Simoon replied innocently. "Release him" she commanded "He seems to be no danger to anything except perhaps my nose".

title: [WiP] Looking mainly for feedback on the current iteration

question: Summarize Meru's conflict.

answer: Meru is lost, hungry, and broke. He stows away on a boat and plans to escape Corbye to a better life. He runs into two dogs who attack him and he is taken to the Wizard of the Thousandth Isle. She eats him.

critique: The answer is inaccurate. Meru is not eaten by the wizard.

critique: The wizard doesn't eat him, she releases him.

question: What does the text say about Master Petros' business.

answer: Master Petros runs a glassworks and is known for his beautiful glasswork. He is also known for his cruelty. He is a bastard son of a goat.

critique: "Master Petros runs a glassworks and is known for his beautiful glasswork. He is also known for his cruelty. He is a bastard son of a goat." - this is unnecessary information that should be removed.

critique: Replace the second sentence with "He bellows assistants over the hot furnace."

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

critique: The response misses to mention that Master Petros is a master glassmaker who runs a workshop of horrors, but is able to produce some of the most refined glasswork.

critique: The answer omits that Petros is also known for his monstrously massive master.

critique: The answer should mention that Petros is stingy.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

question: Summarize what happens to Meru when he gets on the ship.

answer: Meru gets on the ship and is greeted by a woman. She asks him who he is and he laughs at her. She then commands him to release him and he does.

critique: "Meru gets on the ship and is greeted by a woman." - Meru wasn't greeted by anyone. It was Simoon who greeted him.

critique: The answer is wrong. Meru is greeted by a man with the head of a dog.

critique: It's omitted that he is held by a man with the head of a dog.

critique: The answer is inaccurate and should be rewritten.

critique: The response inaccurately mentions that Meru laughs at Simoon and then she commands him to release him. However, Meru laughs at her because she is a wizard who hires only men to govern her ship.

question: What does the text say about Meru's romantic interest.

answer: No answer

critique: No answer. Add that there is no an indication that Meru has any romantic interest.

critique: While there is no direct mention of Meru's romantic interest, it is inferred that he is interested in women.