text:
Strange Encounters

"It's weird officer, real weird." Mark Henderson was at the local police station in Alberton, Ontario on 4: 36am August 8th, 1951. Strangely enough, a building he's never seen, in a town he's never been to before, yet familiar.

"All right smooth talker, let's take it from the top once more. I know there's not much to it as you've continued to repeat but let's see if anything else pops out at you and then we will pay for your gas home." Officer Dan Richardson was becoming more and more tired with the story was hearing.

There just can't be anyway. Dan thought becoming more and more enraged within. The moment he walks out of here I'm just going to throw this case out. Hocus pocus my ass, what does he take me for, an idiot?! At best this is the best damn way to get free gas.

"Well like I said before, I had just filled up at half past 10pm, so I could drive out and get to the place that sells tobacco by the pound still..."

Yes, yes we all go out to New Market for cheaper cigarettes, not relevant.

"...and I was driving out to Bakersfield like I said,"
He didn't refer to it as Bakersfield before? The puzzled Officer thought.

"...on the way there I had to swerved out of the way of a truck with these god forsaken bright lights. I guess I was a bit sleepy Officer and woke up in the nick of time but after that I found myself just driving around an unfamiliar road.

I was having awful headaches, for a bit around that time too. Images that started accompanying them are hard to distinguish but almost always included me in a white setting... I don't know it sounds crazy now. Anyways, I pulled over till they subsided and drove straight here in hopes that you could help me figure out where I am so I can get home, but I still can't remember where that was again. Some rest will cure this forgetfulness. I feel like I've been up all night." Mark felt like that was all the information that he could give, he couldn't remember what town he lived in nor his wife or his phone number. He kind of felt a helpless feeling fall over him.

"We'll now that you've told us where you were driving to we can call that regions station and see if there is a match to your name anywhere close to there. It should only take a few hours."

Not long after that another Office came into the room and asked if Officer Dan could speak with him for a moment.
What did the results turn up Frank?

"He wasn't lying when he said things were weird. It turns out that there isn't  even a Bakersfeild anywhere near here. In fact, you have to drive 14 hours north to get to a small town called Bakersfeild." Officer Frank said as he started to debrief.

"...here's where things get truly disturbing. When we searched his name through the local police department Mark has a missing person out because his wife...."

"Wow, his wife sure gets worried quickly. Seems a bit much don't you think he's only been gone for half a day at most. Can't remember his name or town he lives in, probably doesn't remember setting out on a road trip. Likely to get away from her if she's that crazy." Office Dan remarked crudely as if this was all an elaborate funny joke.

"If you'd let me finish, his wife reported him missing August 8th, 1950, sir. This was reported after she spent a full day returning home from a place that was 8 hours away from their town. She reported being in the passenger seat of a driverless car after being at a gas station for an unknown reason. All she could remember before waking up was that there was a blinding white light that she couldn't help but look at. It actually says 'forced' in the report." Frank said growing more and grimmer as he read from the file between his trembling hands.

Officer Dan, started to sit in the closest seat he could find. He couldn't believe that Mark was 14 hours away from home. That would make his whole time scale false. Not to mention the fact that he has been missing for a full year, a full year exactly he would later realize.

He began to think about the crazy aspects of them all, his wife's story at the time; driverless cars, being at a gas station for no reason, it all makes sense now, only after hearing Marks story.

"Sir there is one more thing in the reports." Frank said with a grave look in his eyes.

"What more could it be?"

"The wife had three cuts into her skin going the length of her back; she said that's the first appearance  of them in her life. It was like they were skillfully cut as the doctors said there was no way any doctor could stitch a cut that clean without some kind of pain. She reported none."

"All right Frank thanks for all the intel." Dan has a hard enough time giving gratitude in the first place and was finding it particularly challenging to give it with what he just learned.

The door opens to the interrogation; with it brought an energy that mimetic death. Officer Dan began relaying the frightening news to Mark, which still hasn't sunk in, himself.
"One last thing before we send you on your way home to your wife, if you will Mark. Your wife reported three cuts on her back that she had never seen before that night. Could you remove your shirt and pants please, I just want to know if we should have medical look at you first." Officer Dan asked Mark in the most genuine and sincere way he could.

"No problem Sir, it was starting to itch a bit anyways. It'll be nice to readjust it." Mark said in a cheerful way. For he sees this all as a blessing. Finally, he can see his wife and start the laughing process.

As Office Dan brought his coffee cup down from a big deep, delicious gulp, the liquid left his mouth as fast as it came in. in one fellow motion Office Dan vomited, dropped his cup, and tripped on his own two feet.

With his eyes wide open from shock; he gazed at a man whose skin, from head to toe, was scalped. Only his muscles were visible. Each and every muscle strand picked clean of its protective layer of skin. No blood was seeping through, it was as if there was its own invisible skin that covered him. Which is likely why he hasn't miraculously died.

As Mark turned around to confront a mirror, the last thing to pass through his mind was his beautiful wife; he pictured the way her soft cherry red hair flowed over her shoulders like a creek over an edge. Her rosy cheeks gently glowing in the sun. It was comforting to his mind to have such a lovely mental image cross it because once his  eyes focused on the mirror, his hideously deformed body sent his body into a trauma that it couldn't handle and  at  10:29PM August 8th Mark Henderson collapsed dead.

As for Dan Richardson, well he wishes that the story ended there.

title: [SF] Strange Encounters

question: Summarize the source of tension in the story.

answer: At the beginning of the story, a man named Mark shows up at the police station with nobody having any idea of where he came from or why he is there. He seems disoriented, but appears to hold on to his identity, at least at the beginning. As he tells his story, it's revealed that he stated getting lost three years earlier. It appears his wife was in the car with him at that time, as she reported a similar scenario, however, she was missing for a year.

critique: The answer is incorrect. Mark was missing for a year, not three years.

critique: It is omitted that when Officer Dan questions the man to remove his shirt and reveals that he is missing his skin. (And metal rods are instead what supports his muscles.)

critique: The response inaccurately mentions that Mark's wife was missing for three years, however it was only a year.

critique: The answer is incorrect. Mark's wife was not in the car with him three years ago. She was in the car with him the night he disappeared.

critique: This is incorrect. The woman was missing for a year and the story happened in 1951, not three years earlier.

critique: The story does not state that Mark stated getting lost three years earlier.

critique: The story does not state that Mark got lost three years earlier.

critique: The response inaccurately mentions that Mark stated getting lost three years earlier, however he was missing for a year.

text: There are further key details that contribute to the tension that the answer omits. For example, Mark recalls that he was driving to Bakersfield, a town for 14 hours away, which causes the police to question his story, and he was reported missing exactly one year early after his wife woke up in a driverless car with strange cuts on her back.


split: train

text:
This Saturday is finally it; I get to complete my long con. This will be the best Valentine’s Day of my life!

It all started nearly 20 years ago in middle school. I was a little awkward, had no close friends. All the other boys played football or basketball together. I didn’t see the point. I was happy when I got home after school and could continue my game of Dungeons & Dragons. There was nothing more soothing than creating and controlling this world, especially when I played all the characters.
Everything changed when Stacy moved to town. She was absolutely gorgeous when she showed up at school the first time. She wore a purple dress with brown stockings, pink shoes, and a yellow bow tie in her long, straight black hair. I loved the way her glasses magnified her stunning brown eyes like she was always watching your every move. At recess the boys were playing a big game of football and the girls were gossiping about the cutest boy of the week. I sat in my usual corner between the brick walls of the building thinking about my next D&D adventure when Stacy came up.

“Whatcha doin’? She asked. I put on all my charm.

“Thinking about my 26th level elf. Last night he single-handedly took out the evil Orc to save the princess.” I said proudly. I never understood why everyone laughed when I told them about my adventures.

“Ooooh.” She genuinely replied. “Maybe he could take my 15th level druid along next time.”

That was the start of something amazing. Every day we would plan our adventures, then once the bell rang would run home to play it out. We were inseparable. Not a care in the world about what the other kids thought. That is until high school started. She started to mature and care about more “adult” social interactions while I still enjoyed getting lost with her in our world together. Our daily games turned into weekly games and I was getting lonely. But it wasn’t until lunch half way through freshman year that I realized that I had lost her. She was talking with a group of her friends. I came right up to her and told her about my adventure ideas for the night. Obviously embarrassed, she pretended like she had no clue what I was talking about and that I should get a life and “go away you weirdo.”

I was devastated. I had lost my best friend. And even worse, I couldn’t play D&D anymore. It just wasn’t the same without her. She ruined my life. Nothing was fun, food didn’t taste good, and I could barely drag myself out of bed in the morning.

I had a miserable time finishing high school, but made it into college and became a computer programmer. I was doing pretty well by myself. Stacy was no longer in my thoughts, I was making good money, and being a bachelor, I owed a pretty nice house. That is when Stacy entered my life again. Twelve years ago she became the new secretary at my company. Out of all the people, it had to be her. All the rage came back, I started missing work trying to avoid her, and I became more recluse. That’s when the idea came to me. I can get her back for what she did to me. That bitch will pay!

I came back to work pretending like nothing was amiss.

“Where have you been?” She asked.

“Oh, there’s this new project idea I have. Was just trying to sort through the details.”

“Really?” She said intrigued. “What’s the idea?”

“How about over dinner tonight?” I asked.

“Sure!” She giggled, excited about going out.

We had a nice dinner and I told her all about a new game the company had been working on, my “great idea.” After a few drinks we went back to my place. It was much easier than I though. I guess having a nice house and extra spending cash was more attractive than I had imagined. She quickly fell for me. Before long we were going out or I would cook for her every night, and she moved in within the year. It didn’t take much convincing once I planted the seed that she wouldn’t have to pay rent anymore.

Then the day came. I proposed to her. We had traveled to the Caribbean for one of our long weekend getaways. After a romantic dinner, we walked up to the top of a hill for a nice view of the beach where I had hundreds of candles laid out to say, “Marry me, Stacy.” She was aghast, and crying said, “Yes! Of course, I love you so much!” I had her. She was in my pocket. She won’t know what hit her.

We planned our wedding for Valentine’s Day of 2005. How romantic. We were married in the French Riviera with all her friends and family out for the ceremony. She was so happy. Little did she know. We had three kids together and had many wonderful family vacations. Every Valentine’s Day we would leave for a weeklong romantic getaway to celebrate our anniversary. I treated her like a goddess and she ate up every bit of it.

But now, finally, our ten-year wedding anniversary is this Saturday, Valentine’s Day 2015. We are renewing our vows with all our friends and family invited back to our wedding venue. I finally get to tell her the truth in front of all these people, that this whole life of hers has been a lie. I have never loved her or those god-awful kids that came out of her. It's going to be amazing. I can’t wait to see those tears pouring out of her eyes when she understands. Let that be a lesson to you, Stacy. You don’t mess with a D&D master!

title: [RF] The Long Con

question: Summarize the theme of revenge in the story?

answer: The narrator is a computer programmer who has been in love with Stacy since middle school. Stacy was his best friend and they used to play Dungeons and Dragons together. However, when they got to high school, Stacy matured and started hanging out with other people. The narrator was devastated and couldn't play D&D anymore. He was so hurt that he decided to get revenge on Stacy by marrying her and making her life a lie. He plans to tell her on their tenth wedding anniversary.

critique: The narrator's revenge is not to marry her, but to reveal the truth on their tenth wedding anniversary.

critique: The narrator's revenge is not to marry Stacy, but to reveal to her that he never loved her and that her life has been a lie.

critique: The answer is missing the part where the narrator gets Stacy to fall in love with him and then marries her.

critique: The narrator's motivation for revenge is omitted.

critique: This is not a summary of the theme of revenge. It is a summary of the plot.

critique: How she ruined his life because she didn't show up for D&D like in college isn't mentioned in the story.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator married Stacy to get revenge on her.

critique: The narrator's revenge is not to marry her, but to reveal the truth to her in front of all their friends and family.

question: What does the story say about why the narrator chose to wait ten years into his marriage with Stacey before revealing her offence to him?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the story does not say why the narrator chose to wait ten years before revealing Stacy's offence to him.


text:
804 NAVAL AIR SQUADRON (804 NAS) was a Naval Air Squadron of the Royal Navy, formed in November 1939 from part of 769 NAS Sea Gladiators which had been detached to RNAS Hatston. The squadron was merged into 800 NAS in June 1944 and subsequently reformed in September.[1]

World War II

During World War II, she was equipped with various aircraft types in differing roles. When formed at Hatston, 804 used Gloster Sea Gladiators in defence of the naval base at Scapa Flow, but was transferred in April 1940 to to provide air cover for the ferrying of 269 Squadron RAF's Gladiators to Norway after the German invasion. This was a brief assignment and in early May the squadron was transferred to at Campbeltown, thus missing _Glorious_{{'}}s sinking. Between May and September 1940 804 squadron returned to Hatston, and was subsequently recognised as one of the two FAA squadrons that operated with RAF Fighter Command in the Battle of Britain.[2]

[The last picture of _Glorious_ before her final battle, escorted by ] In October 1940 804 Squadron was re-equipped with Martlet I fighters, and first operated the new fighters out of RNAS Skaebrae in the Orkney Islands in October 1940. On 25 December 1940, two of the squadron{{'}}s Martlets shot down a Junkers Ju 88 off Scapa Flow, thus scoring the first aerial victory in Europe by any variant of the Grumman F4F Wildcat.[3] Further re-equipping occurred in February 1941 at RNAS Yeovilton with Fulmar IIs and Sea Hurricanes.[4]

In April 1941 the squadron was assigned to operate from catapult-armed ships (CAM ships and fighter catapult ships) until this role was taken over by the RAF's Merchant Ship Fighter Unit in May 1942. During this assignment, the squadron had aircraft on , (until sunk on 27 September 1940), , and (until sunk on 2 June 1941).[5] In August 1941, an 804 Squadron Sea Hurricane from HMS _Maplin_, piloted by Robert Everett, shot down an Fw 200 Condor, the first such victory for a catapult launched aircraft.[6]

In July 1942, the squadron escorted Gibraltar convoys on board and later, in October, now equipped with the Sea Hurricane IIc, joined for the North African landings. The squadron was re-equipped yet again in August 1943 Hellcat Is and in October joined No 7 Naval Fighter Wing. Two months later they embarked on and accompanied a US-bound convoy.[7]

[A Fleet Air Arm Hellcat F.I] The squadron participated in the successful attack on 3 April 1944 on the German battleship Tirpitz (Operation Tungsten) in Altafjord, northern Norway. Fleet Air Arm Barracuda dive-bombers from and were covered by the 7th Naval Fighter Wing, including 804 NAS.[8]

In June 1944, 804 was absorbed into 800 squadron.[9] The squadron reformed in September 1944 at Wingfield airfield, South Africa with 24 Hellcat IIs and in January 1945, they embarked on to provide cover during the landings on Ramree Island, and subsequently missions over Sumatra and Malaya. In April 1945 the squadron embarked on and also for attacks on the Andaman Islands and the coast of Burma, returning to HMS _Ameer_ in June for attacks on Sumatran airfields and Phuket Island, only returning to the United Kingdom after VJ Day in November 1945.[10]

Post-war

She participated in the Korean War, flying off HMS _Glory_.[11] She was recommissioned at RNAS Lossiemouth on 1 March 1960. The squadron was equipped with 6 Supermarine Scimitar F MK1 aircraft under the command of Lieutenant Commander T. Binney RN. The 800 Series of Naval Air Squadrons were allocated to carrier and land based operational squadrons of the Fleet Air Arm. After a four-month work up period the Squadron embarked in . Other than for two periods ashore at Lossiemouth, the squadron operated from _Hermes_ until the unit disbanded in September 1961. The squadron took part in both the Farnborough Airshow and the Paris Air Show in 1961, operating from the deck of _Hermes_ rather than a shore base and flying directly to and from the shows.

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title: 804 Naval Air Squadron

question: Summarize everything that happened in 1940.

answer: 804 Naval Air Squadron was re-equipped with Martlet I fighters. The most exciting thing (or at least one of the most exciting things) that happened in 1940 was that two of their Martlets shot down a Junkers Ju 88 off Scapa Flow, the first confirmed victory by any variant of the Grumman F4F Wildcat. Another plane they operated was shot down in September 1940, this time an aerial plane. The plane in question was the first plane to be sunk by catapult launched aircraft.

critique: The squadron operated the Martlet I in October 1940, not in January.

critique: The second sentence is not relevant to the question.

critique: "The most exciting thing (or at least one of the most exciting things)" is unnecessary. I would just delete it.

critique: The second sentence is confusing and unnecessary.

critique: It is not stated that the plane shot down was an aerial plane.

question: Summarize everything that took place on an island.

answer: 804 Squadron was assigned to operate from catapult-armed ships in April 1941, a role that was taken over by the RAF's Merchant Ship Fighter Unit. A Sea Hurricane from HMS Maplin shot down an Fw 200 Condor in August 1941. After joining No 7 Naval Fighter Wing, the squadron was based on and sailed to several islands. In June 1944, it was absorbed into 800 Squadron, reforming in September 1944 at Wingfield airfield, South Africa. In January 1945, it embarked for the Andaman Islands and the coast of Burma.

critique: The answer omits the squadron's attacks on Phuket Island and Sumatran airfields in 1945.

critique: The answer omits the squadron's participation in the Korean War.

critique: "804 Squadron was assigned to operate from catapult-armed ships in April 1941, a role that was taken over by the RAF's Merchant Ship Fighter Unit. A Sea Hurricane from HMS Maplin shot down an Fw 200 Condor in August 1941. After joining No 7 Naval Fighter Wing, the squadron was based on and sailed to several islands. In June 1944, it was absorbed into 800 Squadron, reforming in September 1944 at Wingfield airfield, South Africa. In January 1945, it embarked for the Andaman Islands and the coast of Burma." - this is irrelevant and should be removed.

critique: It does not make sense to include the information about the squadron reforming in South Africa if the question is about what happened on an island.

critique: It is omitted that the squadron embarked on and also for attacks on the Andaman Islands and the coast of Burma, returning to HMS Ameer in June for attacks on Sumatran airfields and Phuket Island, only returning to the United Kingdom after VJ Day in November 1945.

critique: The squadron was based on and sailed to several islands in October 1940.

critique: The answer omits the squadron's activities in VJ Day.

question: What does the text say about 1961?

answer: In the text, the 804 Naval Air Squadron was re-equipped with 6 Supermarine Scimitar MK1 aircraft in early 1960. The squadron was recommissioned at RNAS Lossiemouth in 1961 and is commanded by Lieutenant Commander T. Binney RN. In 1961, the squadron participated in the Farnborough Airshow. After a four-month work-up period, the squadron embarked in September 1961. The squadron didn't operate from shore base for two periods due to operating from the deck of Hermes during these two periods because of it being their home base.

critique: The squadron was recommissioned in March 1960, not early 1960.

critique: The answer is quite confused and would make more sense if written and ordered in a chronological manner.

critique: The squadron's home base is irrelevant to the question.

critique: "in early 1960" - this is incorrect. The squadron was re-equipped with 6 Supermarine Scimitar MK1 aircraft in early 1961.

critique: The answer should mention the Paris Air Show.

text: The first two sentences mentions events that occur in 1960.

category: accuracy

question: What does the text say about prime ministers?

answer: No answer

critique: There is no evidence to suggest any connection between prime ministers and the text.


text:
VLADIMIR SLEPIAN, a.k.a. ERIC PID (; 1930 – 7 July 1998) is a French artist and writer of Russian-Jewish origin.

Biography

Son of a repressed and executed Soviet functionary, Vladimir Slepian was born in Prague and resided in Leningrad before moving to Moscow. He began his university studies in mathematics, continuing as a student of fine art. In 1956 Slepian moved to Moscow. He attended the Picasso exhibition at the Pushkin Museum and presented his paintings to David Burliuk, who was then staying at Hotel Moskva. Burliuk inspired Slepian to look towards the way Jackson Pollock deposited paint on canvas with broad, lunging, spontaneous gestures. Slepian’s style evolved towards happening and performance art. He devoted several years to action painting. On one occasion, Slepian conducted a séance of simultaneous painting in collaboration with Yuri Zlotnikov. They suspended a bedsheet in the middle of a room and each of them painted one side of it whilst following the actions of his partner on the other side through the translucent fabric. Slepian created abstract paintings using a gas torch and paint dispensed out of a pump. He is said to have worked on a canvas a few kilometers long, by pouring paint on it from a truck. Slepian also made a pilgrimage to Nazım Hikmet, who assured him and his friends that modern art will prevail over political oppression. In 1957 Paris' Right Bank Galerie Daniel Cordier mounted an anonymous exhibition of paintings by Vladimir Slepian, smuggled out of Moscow by its owner.

Vladimir Slepian emigrated to France in 1958, by way of Poland. In 1960 he conducted a performance of “transfinite painting” (“трансфинитная живопись”) in Paris. Slepian sprinted along a roll of paper a hundred meters long, depositing paint in a manner that recalled calligraphy. Slepian competed with Georges Mathieu, by creating a picture in ninety seconds. He is said to have turned a road into an action painting by throwing paint onto it whilst riding a motorcycle. In 1963, Slepian gave up painting, resolving to concentrate on writing. He founded a successful translation bureau, explaining his ambition as using his intelligence to put others to work for his benefit, whilst enjoying idleness. His business operated successfully until its manager quit in a protest against Slepian’s despotism.

In his only published French text, a short story _Fils de chien_, Vladimir Slepian writes of a man who decides to become a dog. He transforms himself one limb and one organ at a time, mapping the effects of the canine body across a human form in a kind of diagramming. Since dogs are quadrupeds, he ties shoes to his hands and feet. When his paws prevent him from lacing the fourth shoe, he uses his mouth, which becomes a dog's snout. This metamorphosis almost succeeds, until the hero comes to the dog’s tail, for which he can find no analogue among human limbs. For him to involve his sexual organ in this transmogrification would tear him away from the society that he has begun to flee. Who would he be, if his identity could not be inferred from his anatomy? The story ends with a descent into childhood memories of the protagonist's mother. It appeared in n° 7 of the _Revue Minuit_ alongside texts by Samuel Beckett, Robert Pinget, and Alain Robbe-Grillet. It served as inspiration for discussion by Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari in _A Thousand Plateaus_.

Several years later, Vladimir Slepian renamed himself Eric Pid. He explained his new French name as an anagram of the blind king Oedipus, alluding to blindness at the etymological origins of his Russian family name. In his later years, Slepian succeeded at having his dramatic text staged as an interpolation in _A quand Agamemnon ?_, an adaptation of Aeschylus’ _Agamemnon_ by Philippe Brunet and Demodocos, a band of young artists specialized in classical theatre, performed in French, Latin and/or ancient Greek. He went around Paris, distributing framed photographs of this performance for wall display at restaurants. On 7 July 1998, Slepian collapsed on a sidewalk at Saint-Germain des Prés. The cause of his death is variously reported as hunger and a cardiac crisis. He was buried as an indigent, at the state’s expense.

Vladimir Slepian’s life served as inspiration for Viktor Atemian, the protagonist of 2007 feature film _L’Homme qui marche_ by Aurélia Georges.

title: Vladimir Slepian

question: What made Vladimir Slepian stand out as an artist?

answer: Slepian is said to have turned a road into an action painting by throwing paint onto it whilst riding a motorcycle.

critique: Slepian did not turn a road into an action painting; he threw paint onto it whilst riding a motorcycle.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

critique: This is not the only thing that made him stand out.

critique: Vladimir Slepian is also renowned for his abstraction and performance art.

critique: Doesn't mention his style of action painting.


text:
My dad and I used to play catch a lot.  We’d go out to the backyard and just toss the ball for a little bit.   I loved watching baseball, so I went out to play any chance I could get.  I think my dad did it to blow off some steam.  He hated his job, so he blew off steam a lot.  Sometimes he would just sit looking out the window in the middle of the night.

	On Thursdays my dad would get out of the factory early.  He would go to the bars at around four, and be back before eight.  My mom and I would be watching the 7 o’clock news.  He would get back and stand to the side of us without saying a word.  He would look at me and ask me to go to the front yard and break a twig off of the small tree by the mailbox.  I’d look at him, and I’d look at my mom, then back at him, and say “ok.”  So I did what I was asked and brought him the switch.  He’d then calmly ask me to take off my shirt, and so I did.  For the twenty minutes after I’d be whipped with the switch.  It never hurt too bad.  When he was finished, he’d tassel my hair and say he’d love me, and I would respond, “I love you too.”  I’d go to hug my mom, and with tears in her eyes she’d hug me too, and then I’d go to bed.

	Every now and then, my dad would bring me to go bowling with him and his friends.  They would always cheer me on, and every time I had a good shot, my dad would yell, “that’s my boy!” and give me a high five.

	Sometimes at night I’d sneak into my parents bedroom when they were sleeping.  I would grab my dad’s snub-nose out of his nightstand drawer, and aim it at his head from about an inch away.  I’d cock it as quietly as possible, and just stand there with my finger on the trigger.

	As a joke, my dad would occasionally kick me down the stairs if he was right behind me.  It would just be a light kick, and I’d stumble down a step or two.  I would always look back at him and smile, and he would be laughing too.  One day he did it again, but for some reason I couldn’t catch myself.  I just kept on tumbling and tumbling down the steps.  I landed on the wood floor at the bottom, not in any pain at all really.  I looked up at him expecting to see a smile, but he just had this horrified look on his face.  I saw my hand, and I just had a couple broken fingers.  Not a big deal, we’d just tell them that I shut my hand in the door like we always did.  But, then I looked at my right leg.  Instead of the knee bending the normal way, it bent the same way, but forward.  The bone was sticking out, and blood was pouring on the floor pretty fast.  I looked at him, and he looked at me, and for the first time I could see remorse and fear in his eyes.

	A couple months earlier, my dad brought me to the drive-in.  Instead of leaving after the first film, we just stayed until the third movie was over.  We were making up life stories about everyone we could see.  My dad was really good at making up stories.  We left at about midnight, and both of us could not stop smiling until we got home.  It was a good day.

	Three days earlier, and twenty years later, my dad died in prison.
	I visited him every Tuesday for the most part.  Some days I just didn’t have time, but I always warned him ahead of time.  The day he died I had to stay at work late.  I didn’t call him, because I didn’t have time to even think about it.  That day he stayed in his cell alone, and then went to the visiting center to window #3, the same window as always.  He would then wait at the window to be visited by a non-existent visitor.  He just looked at the window.  The memory of not having the memory of looking back at him I will never forget, and always regret.  An hour and a half after our usual visit time, my dad died on his cot.

	During the summer sometime, we played catch in the backyard.  It was a little later in the day than usual, but I didn’t care.  It was about midway through, and he stopped and looked towards the sunset.  Seeing him, I put the ball in my mitt and looked too.  It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

title: [RF] Catch With My Dad

question: How would you describe the relationship between the narrator and their father?

answer: The relationship is rather exploitative.

critique: The answer is too vague. It should be more specific.

critique: The answer should mention the father's tendency to physically abuse his son.

text: The answer should mention the complexity of the son's feelings for the father.

category: coverage

question: Would the narrator be a better dad than his own father?

answer: The narrator is a father himself, and it is implied that he is a good father.

critique: This answer is insufficient. While it is true that the narrator is a father, there is no evidence that he is a better father than his own father.

question: What are some memories of their father that the narrator has?

answer: Some memories of their father that the narrator has are when he would play catch with his dad, go bowling with him and his friends, and go to the drive-in with him.

critique: The answer does not mention the punishment.

critique: The answer can be more specific about the bowling and the drive-in.

critique: The answer should mention the discipline.

critique:
- The answer omits mentioning that the narrator would visit their father in prison every week.
- The memories of the narrator don't stop at those mentioned in the answer. The answer should be tailored to include all experiences the narrator's father had with the family.

text: These are specifically good memories; a more balanced answer should contain negative ones as well (such as the physical abuse).


text:
A shrill tone filled the room, jolting Jim awake. A sense of mild panic gripped him as he thrashed around the bed looking for the source of the noise that sounded as if it could peel paint off walls if applied in the correct manner. His hand searched the spot on his nightstand where he usually kept his phone, but his fingers only grasped at empty space. His foggy brain finally determined that the sound was not coming from the usual spot on the nightstand, but rather it was directly next to his left ear.

At this point he opened his eyes, which felt like they were glued together with the remants of sleep goo. He jabbed at the phone screen until he finally made the correct gesture and the room was blanketed in silence. He wondered if the alarm had woken up his roomate Jed, who was in the next room over. Jed was a nice guy and rarely complained, but he didn’t get home from his shift at a distribution warehouse until about 4:30am most days, and then 3 days a week he had to be up by 8:00am in order to be on time for class at the local community college.

Jim couldn’t help but feel bad for the guy, he had next to no free time, yet he was almost always upbeat and cheery, both of which were things Jim could rarely manage. As he was pondering the complexities of living with roomates, his brain connected on where he had found his phone. Suddenly fully awake, he sat bolt upright and looked at the screen and saw the battery status was a red 8%.
“Shit.”
He must have fallen asleep browsing Reddit again. He plugged in the charger, knowing it wasn’t going to do much good since he had to be out the door in a little over 10 minutes in order to catch the bus to work. The phone reported that it was 6:34am, meaning his morning routine was already behind schedule by about 1 minute. Jed’s routine was scripted down to the minute, there was very little time for deviation.

He plugged int the water boiler for his breakfast, but noticed he had forgot to fill it up with water the night before.
“Shit.” This time a little louder.

The floor creaked as he brought the boiler with him to the bathroom and set it under the faucet while he relieved himself of the liquid built up from the night. Instead of walking back down the hall risking waking up his room mates, he plugged it in in the bathroom so it could start warming up while he went through the motions of shaving, brushing, washing his face, and applying various scented products. This part of the routine usually took about 5 minutes if everything went smoothly, which thankfully seemed to be the case today.

The "ready" light wasn't on yet, but he unplugged the water boiler and walked as quietly as possible down the hall back to his
bedroom. Plugging it back in would probably not accomplish much, so he crunched up a package of ramen noodles and emptied it into a large ceramic mug, and then poured the lukewarm liquid into the mug over the noodles.

He glanced at battery indicator on his phone, which now showed 7%.
“Shit!” He wasn’t expecting it to charge much, but he sure as well wasn’t expecting it to drain more! He looked at the charger and noticed he could see exposed metal wire at the point where the wire portion of the cable connected to the hard plastic connector. As he touched the connection, the phone made a “boo-beep” noise about 3 times and he watched as the charging icon on the phone flickered on and off.
“Fucking shit!” He had been putting off getting a new charging cable, and was obviously paying for that decision this morning. “Well, can’t do anything about it now.” He mumbled to himself.
He kicked at a pile of clothes in the corner of the room and found a shirt and pants he had only worn a few times and put them on. “Nothing a quick spray of cologne can’t fix” he thought to himself. He grabbed the warm mug of noodles, wallet, and nearly dead phone and headed out the door. Despite a few setbacks, he walked out the front door of house at exactly 6:45, and couldn’t help but feel good about that.

The walk to the bus stop took about 10 minutes. It was only 3 blocks down and if he hurried he could probably cut the time down to 2-3 minutes, but this was just about the only part of the day he had to himself where he could think in peace, so he took his time.

He walked up to the bus stop right at 6:58. He was early but he could already tell he might as well have taken 10 more minutes to have a real breakfast judging by the snarl of cars, busses, and pedestrians clogging up the street. Finding a seat under the bustop shelter was beyond useless at this time of the day, so he stood by with his back against the wall of the closest building. He noticed a familiar face staring out into nowhere about 6 feet away. He didn’t know the guy, but he saw him falmost every morning. Jim made nodded at his nameless traveling companion, who then returned the gesture.

Traffic was insane, he hadn’t seen it quite this bad before. It was always bad, but there must have been some kind of accident somewhere, which caused a chain reaction that rippled throughout the city, causing the mood of anyone caught in its path to sour.

As he contemplated the mathmatics of traffic, he heard a bus whisper up to the stop. He didn’t bother to look, he could tell by the sound it was one of the private busses that used the busstop. One of the people standing in the crowd stepped forward and boarded. The bus whisked off with surprising speed, only to have another bus that looked almost identical take it’s place.

This time about 4 people slowly made their way towards the bus. They were all wearing what Jim had started to think of as the Tech Uniform, which usually consisted of jeans, a t-shirt that had some retro brand or defunct video game system plastered on it, and of course some sort of shiny gadget either in their hand, ear, face, or even both hands. He watched as they ambled towards the bus and boarded, the tinted windows blocking his view of the interior, but not before he could see the first row of empty reclining seats. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, but his thoughts quickly turned back to intricacies of the cracks in the sidewalk.

He turned his gaze down the street, and could see 3 other private busses lined up in the traffic that he knew would be stopping here. He let his thoughts wander as the cycle of a buses pulled up and left. Only one more person was able to take advantage of the private busses, despite 2 more stopping.

Finally he heard the signature sound of the citiy public bus. It roared up to the bus stop and stopped abruptly with brakes squealing and spewing a cloud of diesel exhaust that lingered over the busstop. The remaining 15 or so people waiting crowded around the door, jostling to get a good position. The doors opened with a whoosh and passengers started climbing on, their electronic bus passes beeping as they entered and tried to find a place to stand among the already crowded interior.

Except for one.There is always one person that doesn't have a an electronic pass, and starts digging in their pockets, looking for the $1.50 for the fare. Today the driver was in no mood for slow passengers. As the hapless person stood there counting change, without about 5 people still waiting to get on, the drive finally just said in exasperated manner, “Just get on the damn bus man! I ain’t got time for this shit.” The sound of coins could be heard falling and rolling around the floor, but no one made a move to pick them up. The startled passenger looked up with a wounded expression, and then quickly scurried towards the back of the bus. The remaining passengers filtered in, the beep sounding for each one.

title: The Bus

question: Summarize Jim's negative interactions with people.

answer: He feels bad for Jed, who has no free time. He also feels bad for the person who can't pay the bus fare, who seems to be in a bad mood.

critique: It's not clear that the bus driver is in a bad mood. Certainly nobody argued with the driver.

critique: The answer omits the driver's impatience.

critique: The answer is a bit misleading here. The person who can't pay the bus fare is not in a bad mood.

critique: The person who can't pay the bus fare is not in a bad mood.

question: What does the text say about traffic?

answer: Jim is on his way to work and is waiting for the bus. He notices that traffic is insane and there must have been an accident somewhere. He sees a bus and watches as it pulls up and leaves. He notices three other private busses lined up in traffic. He waits for the city public bus.

critique: The response is missing a few details about traffic.

critique: This doesn't describe the problem traffic one bit.

critique: It is omitted that the traffic is bad because of an accident.

critique: The answer should mention that the traffic is so bad that the bus is late.

critique: The answer should mention the traffic jam.

critique: The response is missing the part where Jim is waiting for the bus.

critique: The response misses to mention that the traffic is so bad that Jim is late for work.

critique: The line about the city public bus is irrelevant.

question: Summarize Jim's thoughts on Jed.

answer: Jim thinks Jed is a nice guy and rarely complains. He wonders if Jed's routine is scripted down to the minute. He feels bad for Jed because he has no free time.

critique: The answer should mention that Jim is impressed by Jed's upbeat attitude.

critique: This sentence should have "Jim" replaced with "he" because it is referring to Jim.

critique: It's omitted that Jim admires Jed's ability to stay upbeat and cheery.

critique: The answer should mention that Jed is upbeat and cheery.

critique: "He wonders if Jed's routine is scripted down to the minute. He feels bad for Jed because he has no free time." - this is unnecessary and should be removed.

critique: The answer omits that Jim feels Jed is always upbeat and cheery.

critique: The answer should mention that Jim is impressed by Jed's cheery attitude.


text:
Sorry in advance, my new year's resolution was to try my hand at writing at least once a week, so this is my sloppy first attempt at a pointless short story. Bear with me, it really is pretty short.

	I looked down and saw the little pock marks on the long bruises I called arms, and rolled down my sleeves. There was a whistling sound in my head driving me bad shit mad.

...

	So he looked at me with his sad face, with his petty remorse and his puppy dog eyes. “I have to do this, and I’m offering you a place in my committee because I want you to be here with me, making more money than you already do and hopefully living a better life.”

	I was fuming but something was gnawing at me in the back of my head. What if he was saying this kindly, not sarcastically? It took me a second to register that he wasn’t faking any emotions.

	I realized that the entire life I had known him he was a real, authentic individual. I guess the past several years had taken its toll on me, and I may have become slightly cynical. I looked up and into his eyes and saw no dark spots of mal-intent. He was a businessman, yes, and a wealthy and calculated one at that. But he had a core, sensible and clean, that he had always held within him since before he was picking my sorry ass off the floor after fights in junior high. He legitimately cared for me, but as I usually did, I dug deeper. I thought about his goals. He had a family, and however poorly he treated his kids, the real kindness you can find in a man isn’t reflected by how often he treats his children, but simply how he treats them. Molding them to have traits for success isn’t a poor thing of him to do at all, and when he was kind and loving to them it was golden with no itemistic parts. He never treated them to ice cream or toys as rewards, they had birthdays and christmas, but even then maybe a surprise toy wasn’t the worst thing in the world for them. It was more the principle that a reward system was right for his kids, he would rather them be content with what they had. It was important to him, contentedness, the rich, bussiness-expanding, effluent douchebag.

	He just gave them his holy words and that was more than enough to have them happy for that day and give them a lingering dad-high for the rest of the week.

But in the end, he valued his family over me. He knew that in the end, he would have to do something about me, and bringing me in was the best he could do. No, he just wanted to do it, the difference being that I could tell he wanted this all along, for me to with him.

I selfishly said no.

I told him I had more important things to do than to be in his heartless rich-boy 401k club and told him my family relied on me and it was all lies, every word. I wanted to tear up and give him the hug I had held in since junior high, but my head was somewhere else. It was as if somebody else had taken over my body and was headstrong, pessimistic, and a complete and utter liar. I told him to fuck off, and I told him to kill himself. I wanted to be dead. My family hated me and I was going down the rabbit hole. I was going to be homeless in a week and a day if by tomorrow he decided to go through with his plan.

	I walked up, sarcastically thanked him, feinted him a handshake and then punched him in his jaw. As hard as I possibly could. Who did he think he was? Toying with my emotions as he did.
	 He took another blow to the face. Somebody other than me was doing it, I swear. I was next to the man doing it, looking at HIM over his shoulder, but he was getting bloodier and bloodier. I got up and saw blood on my knuckles. That’s weird, I thought. There was no blood from my first hit on him. His lip split on the third blow. I shrugged, confused, and left the room. I could hear him crying. Maybe it was me. My world was bending, swirling into a hole, and I wasn’t even fighting the current dragging me into it. I laughed and fell into the rabbit hole, cursing love and intentions, where they could never hurt me again. I looked up, saw the sky and broken glass, which was falling, increasing in velocity, but never passing me. It was a curious sight, I wonder why it wa-

title: Out of place and into the dark (Cheesy as fuck title)

question: Why does the narrator think that the man treats his children poorly

answer: Because he doesn't give them ice cream as a reward, but he gives them toys as a surprise.

critique: The narrator thinks he treats his kids poorly even though he doesn't give them rewards.

critique: The answer is presupposed. The text does not say the man's kids don't get ice cream.

text: The narrator doesn't think that the man treats his children poorly.

question: Why does the narrator hit the man?

answer: The narrator is angry at the man for offering him a place in his committee.

critique: The narrator is also angry at the man for toying with his emotions.

critique: There is no mention of a committee in the passage.

critique: The answer is a bit vague. It should mention that the narrator is angry because the man was toying with his emotions.

text: The narrator doesn't really know why he's rejecting his friend's offer and hitting him.

question: Under what circumstance did the narrator and the man meet?

answer: The narrator was homeless and was asked to join his men's clubs.

critique: This is false. He invites him to join his committee.

critique: The answer is not supported by the text.

critique: The narrator was not asked to join his men's clubs.

text: The narrator is about to go homeless, his family hates him, and his friend is offering him a job that pays well. That's the context of their meeting.

question: What is the likely cause of the narrator's current social position.

answer: The narrator is likely struggling with addiction. The narrator has both mental and physical scars. The scars are likely self-inflicted.

critique: The narrator is not struggling with addiction.

critique: There is no evidence to suggest the narrator is struggling with addiction.

critique: The narrator's mental scars are not explicitly stated to be self-inflicted.

critique: The narrator is homeless, not struggling with addiction.

critique: The scars are not likely self-inflicted.

critique: It is not clear that the narrator is struggling with addiction.


text:
“Where am I? Who are these people around me?” I thought to myself when I first woke up. I slowly lifted myself up and rubbed my eyes thoroughly as if there was something in them, but nothing was. I looked over; a lady kindly greeted me and handed me a folder. As soon as the folder was within my possession I knew what must be done; it was pure instinct. I immediately opened it up and read all of the information.
     I remembered that my name was Bob Lamron. I am 23 years old, have neither children nor a wife; they were only given to you if you had proven yourself faithful and intelligent enough. I asked the women who handed me the folder where I was and what events had occurred that left me in this situation. She just looked at me and smiled.
Two rather large males, who appeared to be body guards disguised as physicians, led me out the front door. As soon as I walked out, a car appeared out of nowhere. From the car came a robotic voice; it addressed me by name and commanded me to enter the automobile.          As I got in the car, the voice spoke again. It asked me what my home address was. I had no clue; I could not even remember if I had children 10 minutes ago. How was I supposed to answer the voice with details of my forget life? The women who had presented me with the folder, a nurse, that I had woken up next to, ran out of the building and handed me the same folder that I had left behind in the room. I opened it up and aloud, “2534 Egareva Rd.” As soon as the words had left my mouth, the taxi immediately sped off, presumably to the address.
As I saw the things I passed by I started to remember details, like I had never forgotten them at all. Trees, Birds, people, restaurants, fountains, everything! It was all flooding in as if there was a dam in my brain and it had just been ruptured without notice. We arrived at my house and I opened the front door. I walked into my room and sat down. I could not recall the events that had occurred before I woke up. It was like the dam of knowledge in my mind had been concealed. My mind had locked away any memories of the events and I could not do anything about it. The more I thought, the more my head hurt.
It felt like one of those moments when you are mid conversation with someone and another person, uninvolved in the conversation, calls your name. You stop talking in order to address the interjection of your name, but when you try to come back into the original conversation, you can’t remember what you were talking about no matter how hard you try. I sat there on my couch and tried as hard as I could to recall what had happened.
I then positioned myself so that I could see out of the window. I saw a grey, bleak world. Everything was so average, so normal. The only color people were given permission to wear were different shades of grey. The lighter your color, the higher up your social class was. I was just an average grey.
As I was thinking through all of this, my eyes were fixed upon a section of peeling paint in the right corner of my peripheral vision. For some reason I knew I was supposed to go over to it; it was like I had some kind of cosmic urge. My hand lifted from my side and I started to peel the paint. It came off fairly easily, far too easier than any paint should have, for that matter. Suddenly, I saw something concealed under the peeling paint. I knew I had to uncover it. As I tore the paint off a fit overcame me. Next thing I knew, I was tearing, ripping, and enjoying this more than anything I had enjoyed before. I was ripping everything in sight off the wall.
I stepped back and looked at my wall and there was writing everywhere. The memories started flooding back into my head of what had happened. I had uncovered something big. The government had been spiking everyone. Now they wouldn’t just bug a room, or a camera in a park to see what was going on, they were putting microphones in you. They had put chips in your brain so that they could see, think, hear, and smell everything you have ever come in contact with. Knowing I had just remembered this I knew they would be after me. I shut the blinds and closed the door in my room.
I lightly lifted a blind cover and looked out the window. I saw a slim, black, shiny car pulled up to the front of my building. The same two men who had accompanied me out of the hospital got out of the black car. I sat there shaking, wondering what I could do. The second I saw them barge in through the front door, I jumped out of my second story bedroom and landed on the pavement. My ankle buckled and I felt a sharp pain but I knew I had to get out of here and tell someone what is going on. I screamed names but no one would listen to me. I was living in a selfish world where people only cared about themselves. I gave up. I fell to the floor, my ankle throbbing, and looked at the door to my building, expecting the two men to walk through. I was doomed.
The two men eventually came out of my building and grabbed me. They didn’t say a word; all they would do is stare straight forward. Then they put me in the back of the car and drove off. It was the exact same route that led back to my house. I had only been out for an hour, at most and here I was, being dragged back.
When I got there the female nurse was sitting there with a needle filled with what appeared to be a sedative. As she inserted it in my vein, two doctors walked into the room. The first said, “Okay, begin sedation and we’ll get ready for the micro-chip reset.”
The other doctor responded, “Looks like this one didn’t turn out to well again like the last time.”
	As they finished their sentences I realized something. They have been resetting everyone until they get every single one of us to be perfect for their society. They don’t want people to have character or personality; they are just looking to create the most generic human being, like emotionless robots. As I thought this, I started to black out.
“Where am I? Who are these people around me?” I thought to myself when I first woke up. I slowly lifted myself up and rubbed my eyes thoroughly as if there was something in them, but nothing was. I looked over; a lady kindly greeted me and handed me a folder.

title: Deja Vu

question: What does the story say about Bob Lamron?

answer: Bob Lamron wakes up in a room with a folder in his possession. He reads all the information in the folder and remembers that his name is Bob Lamron. He is 23 years old, has neither children nor a wife, and is an average person. Bob is taken to his house by a taxi, and there he remembers that the government has been spiking everyone. Bob is taken back to the hospital, and the doctors reset his microchip.

critique: The answer omits that Bob is taken back to the hospital by the two men he saw at the beginning of the story.

critique: The answer should mention that Bob is taken back to the hospital by two men.

critique: The answer should mention that Bob has deja vu.

text: It should be explained that Bob's realization about the hospital is why his microchip is reset.

question: What does the story say about amnesia?

answer: The story begins with the protagonist being late to work, forgetting how to get there. Other than that, he's sure of his name, how old he is and where he lives. When he arrives at work, he is drugged. When he wakes up he begins to forget who he is again.

critique: The story does not mention that the protagonist is late to work.

critique: The response inaccurately mentions that the protagonist is late to work, however he is not.

text: The entire answer is incorrect. There is no mention of the protagonist being at work or drugged at work. The microchip he receives at the hospital causes amnesia when its reset.

question: What does the story say about the two men and Bob Lamron?

answer: The two men are bodyguards disguised as physicians. They are sent to pick up Bob Lamron and take him to a car. They take him to his house and then to the hospital. They are sent to bring him back to the hospital.

critique: The answer should mention the microchip.

question: What does the story say about its society?

answer: The society is a dystopian one where people are not allowed to have children or a wife unless they have proven themselves faithful and intelligent enough. Everyone wears grey, and the lighter your color, the higher up your social class is. The government has been spiking everyone, putting chips in their brains so they can see, think, hear, and smell everything they have ever come in contact with. The government is resetting everyone until they get every single one of them to be perfect for their society. They don't want people to have character or personality; they are just looking to create the most generic human being, like emotionless robots.

critique: The answer should mention the narrator's discovery.

critique: The answer should mention the narrator's discovery of the government's micro-chipping.

critique: Smaller bits of world-building are missing from the answer, such as how the society runs.

critique: The answer should mention the narrator's realization about the society.

critique: The answer should mention what happens to Bob.

critique: It's omitted that the government is resetting everyone to be perfect for their society.

text: "everything they have come in contact with" should change "they" to "people" to avoid any confusion.

category: coherence


text:
“MICKEY MOUSE CUP” is a subjective term in football, particularly in English football.[1][2] The term has been applied to lesser Confederation competitions such as the UEFA Super Cup, it has also been applied to the FIFA Club World Cup.[3][4]

The English Football League Cup is often referred to as the “Mickey Mouse Cup” by larger Premier League clubs[5] as is the EFL Trophy which has been known by various sponsors' names and which was previously the _Associate Members Cup_.[6]The perception of a cup as “Mickey Mouse” may not be universal, since smaller and lower standard competitions give a chance for lower league clubs to win silverware, and additionally gain extra revenue from playing a much larger club.[7]

Often, a club that perceives a competition as a “Mickey Mouse Cup” – usually a stronger Premier League side – will field a weakened, reserve or youth team in the competition, resting more high-profile players and further weakening the perception of the competition.[8] However, this often has the effect of giving chances to play to developing players, who may progress into the first team.[9]

The term may also be applied to a competition to intentionally disparage the winning of it by a rival side, or to minimize the importance of the competition to a club if knocked out. This may be done as part of a mind game with rival clubs in other competitions, or for reasons to maintain team morale.[10][11]

Since 2010, the term has been used as a nickname for the Walt Disney World Pro Soccer Classic, a preseason tournament played by teams in the Major League Soccer, a league that itself has been called a “Mickey Mouse League”.[12][13]

Other uses

The terms _Mickey Mouse Treble_ and _Mickey Mouse Double_ have been used subjectively to disparage the winning of what are perceived as multiple lesser trophies by larger clubs in a single season, in comparison to the European treble and the Double. Such terms are usually applied by a rival club. The term 'Mickey Mouse Treble' along with 'plastic treble'[14] has been used to describe Liverpool's 2001 win of the Football League Cup, UEFA Cup and FA Cup, compared to United's win of the Premier League, FA Cup and UEFA Champions League in 1999.[15] United themselves got criticized for celebrating a 'Mickey Mouse Treble' in 2016–17 when they won the FA Community Shield, League Cup and UEFA Europa League,[16][17][18] especially since domestic super cups are perceived to hold little, albeit still official, status in Britain.[19]

The term has also been used to undermine football referees. After a questionable decision by an official in a Newcastle United match, manager Joe Kinnear reacted by criticising the quality of refereeing, saying: “It was a blatant foul, a blatant push prior to the penalty, and he ignores it...it was just a Mickey Mouse ref doing nothing.”[20]

In recent years the term has also become popular amongst Australian Football League fans when referring to the fruitless and seldom taken seriously NAB Cup.

In 2019, Lionel Messi was trolled by fans of Cristiano Ronaldo for winning a Mickey Mouse cup known as Superclásico de las Américas.[21]

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title: Mickey Mouse cup

question: Summarize how the term got its name.

answer: The term "Mickey Mouse Cup" is a subjective term in football, particularly in English football. The term has been applied to lesser Confederation competitions such as the UEFA Super Cup and the FIFA Club World Cup. The English Football League Cup is often referred to as the "Mickey Mouse Cup" by larger Premier League clubs as is the EFL Trophy which has been known by various sponsors' names and which was previously the Associate Members Cup. The perception of a cup as "Mickey Mouse" may not be universal, since smaller and lower standard competitions give a chance for lower league clubs to win silverware, and additionally gain extra revenue from playing a much larger club.

critique: Doesn't mention the other uses for the term.

critique: The answer is a summary of the article, not an answer to the question.

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

critique: The answer does not answer the question.

critique: The answer does not mention the term's use as a nickname for the Walt Disney World Pro Soccer Classic.

critique: The answer does not mention the origin of the term.

question: Summarize the types of sports in which the term is, or has been, used.

answer: The term is used in football, particularly in English football. It has also been used in Australian Football League.

critique: There is also baseball, rugby and, strangely enough, in Spiderman.

critique: The response misses to mention that the term is also used in soccer.

critique: The article also mentions the term being used in other sports, such as in the Walt Disney World Pro Soccer Classic and the Major League Soccer.

critique: The article does not say that the term is used in Australian Football League.

critique: The answer should mention the other sports in which the term is used.

critique: The answer is incomplete. It should mention that the term has also been used in the MLS.

question: Explain the history of the usage of this term.

answer: It likely began as an expression of football players and managers, but it has since become a recurring expression to describe football as a child's activity.

critique: It is not stated that the term has become a recurring expression to describe football as a child's activity.

critique: The answer should mention the original use of the term.

critique: There is no evidence of a history before the 2010 usage of the term.

critique: The article does not answer the question.


text:
Living in Texas, my husband and I are huge football fans so naturally we love all things Dallas Cowboys and that includes watching “Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders: Making The Team.” Now before you go rolling your eyes at our reality TV guilty pleasure, I want to share some serious personal branding lessons from this show that we can all learn from.

  But first a quick question: Do you know what your current personal brand even says about you? If you can’t answer this question quickly and confidently, you are not currently in control of your brand, and that could be hurting your future opportunities whether you work in the corporate world or have a business of your own.

  You may be saying to yourself right now, “But, I’m not a brand?!”, and I am here to tell you friend that nothing could not be further from the truth. If you have not been deliberate with building your personal brand, then what you have been doing is building a brand unaware of the impact you are not only making on other people, but your own reputation.

  What exactly is a personal brand? It’s your energy, your vibe. It’s that first impression you give when someone lands on your Facebook account. It’s everything from your appearance to the way you conduct yourself in a meeting, to how you treat the people around you.

  Jeff Bezos, founder and CEO of Amazon, defines a personal brand as “Your brand is what people say about you when you’re not in the room.”

  What has intrigued me about watching young women pursue their dreams of becoming a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader is how many of these young women while talented and have worked very hard to make a team of elite few are so unaware of how much their personal lives plays a role in whether or not they will land a job for an NFL team.

  Many of these young women are entering their final stages of making the cut; their dreams are just within reach when they are called into the Director’s office to explain their online activities. A simple search of their name has revealed explicit sexual photos, binge drinking on a college campus and public tweets that are distasteful and crude.

  One by one they are each informed that they will not continue on as a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader despite passing all other requirements because as a national brand and franchise, the Dallas Cowboys have a reputation to uphold and they can’t risk a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader’s past tarnishing their own brand.

  One by one they are dismissed and asked to clean out their lockers. One mistake. One moment of lapsed judgment stopped their dreams dead in their tracks. What a shame, right?

  What does a simple Google search reveal about you and your personal brand? What do potential clients or employers find when they search for your name? Have you been passed over for opportunities and didn’t even realize it?

Here are three ways your personal brand could be sabotaging your future opportunities:

1. Online Persona

Are you constantly complaining online about politics and voicing your opinion in a negative way about world events? Are you getting smashed at parties and taking selfies to post online?

  Someone landing on your social media will form an opinion of who you are just by looking at your first few social media posts. Are you condescending? Disrespectful? Have a harsh tone? Appear to lack good judgment in the company you keep?

  While you should always be authentic and true to yourself, there is always a way to voice your views with respect and kindness without isolating everyone in your space, and there are lots of ways to have fun without it getting out of control and becoming a permanent part of your online brand.

  THINK ABOUT IT: would a potential client or employer hire someone who is always ranting on their social media pages and seems to have a hard time controlling themselves in public? Hardly the type of person that looks or sounds attractive to hire or work with.

2. Personal Appearance

Do you show up for work or networking events neatly put together? You don’t need to wear the latest Prada fashion or look like a super model but being clean and tidy speaks volumes especially if you want to be paid what you are worth. When you value yourself, others will too. Do you follow and respect the dress code at work? Do you show up for meetings with clients on time, well rested and on your A-Game ready to contribute?

  THINK ABOUT IT: is an employer more likely to promote an employee and a client more likely to re-hire or refer someone who is well put together, takes pride in their appearance and meets expectations?

3. Personal Interactions

How you treat others online and in private conversations is a critical piece to your personal brand. Are you respectful and helpful? Are you argumentative and defensive? Are you commenting on social media posts trying to drive your point home?

  A simple screenshot of your comment or private message and it can be shared and posted thousands of times. Our words matter and they can leave a lasting online footprint and impression on people’s minds. They can strengthen our personal brands, or they can tear it down. When communicating online, through private message or text, it’s important to use discretion and discernment in how you react. The online world becomes a very small one very quickly.

  THINK ABOUT IT: While I don’t condone these types of actions, there are people who will put others on public blast. Once something is online its hard or nearly impossible to remove it. The next time you want to react defensively to another person, take a step back and ask yourself if you would be okay with what you have to say going public for all the world to see. You may think twice and spare your brand from any negative backlash.

    Guard the brand of you, for it’s the greatest asset you have. Your personal brand can work in your favor and bring incredible opportunities your way, or it can sabotage your dreams and hard work. Like so many young women who have been so close to fulfilling their dreams of becoming a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader, you could find yourself being turned down for a dream job or working with that dream client because a Google search led them to a moment of bad judgment.

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question: What does the article say about online activities that aren't brand-friendly?

answer: The author sites a number of examples of everyday online behaviors that reflect badly on a personal brand. Among these are the sharing of inappropriate photos, getting drunk and posting about it, speaking ill of world events, etc. The examples the author sites are mostly the types of actions that one would engage in on a site such as Facebook.

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[Frontpage French newspaper “Le Petit Parisien” September 4 1939] _LE PETIT PARISIEN_ was a prominent French newspaper during the French Third Republic. It was published between 1876 and 1944, and its circulation was over two million after the First World War.

Publishing

Despite its name, the paper was circulated across France, and records showed claims that it had the biggest newspaper circulation in the world at this time.[1] In May 1927, the paper fell into a media prank set up by Jean-Paul Sartre and his friends, announcing that Charles Lindbergh was going to be awarded as _École Normale Supérieure_ honorary student.[2] During the Second World War the paper, under the editorship of Claude Jeantet, was the official voice of the Vichy regime and in 1944 was briefly published by Jeantet in Nazi Germany before closing down.[3]

Background

Prior to the twentieth century, newspapers were largely political such as Paris's _La Presse_. This is largely because newspapers held close ties with political parties in order to profit. However, this led to a stunt in circulation. The creation of Joseph Pulitzer's newspaper _Le Matin_ inspired a new type of journalism. It prompted the start of _Le Petit Journal_ and _Le Petit Parisien_ which launched French journalism into a mass medium. These newspapers offered sensationalized news rather than relying on political propaganda which also meant they avoided the tax held on most political newspapers. This new style, reporting on topics such as finance and fashion, targeted mid to lower class readers. Appealing to this demographic helped launch _Le Petit Parisien_{{’}}s circulation to the millions.[4]

Illustration

_Le Petit Parisien_ featured a weekly, Sunday illustration located on their front pages. These illustrations were often visual representation of current events and paired with an article located within the newspaper. Because photography was not readily available, the newspaper relied on local artists to provide drawings and sketches for human interest stories. The purpose of these illustrated covers was to capture the eye of the passerby. Some illustrations are noted as risqué or scandalous, with the intentional use of getting the attention of readers.[5] These covers are studied by many artists for their aesthetic appeal and many researchers for their impact on sales.

Writers

Up until the mid twentieth century, there was no formal school for journalism in Europe.[6] Therefore, the writers for _Le Petit Parisien_ had no journalism education and were often activists and elite authors with many areas of expertise. Among the newspaper's guest writers was international correspondent Andrée Viollis.[7]

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During the interwar years, the heavy swap of editors suggests that _Le Petit Parisien_ was suffering the effects of unregulated media ownership that plagued France until the 1980s.[8] _Le Petit Parisien_ did not survive its policy of collaboration with the German invaders during World War II, in spite of its efforts towards rehabilitation.

National Library of France—Gallica

All copies of _Le Petit Parisien_ can be found at the National Library of France—Gallica website.[9]

[1]  Fonds du Petit Parisien, Archives nationales (French national archives)

[2] Hayman, Ronald (1987) _Sartre: a life_ pp.69, 318

[3] Philip Rees, _Biographical Dictionary of the Extreme Right Since 1890_, 1990, p. 198

[4] Eaman, Ross. _Historical Dictionary of Journalism_. Scarecrow Press, 2009.

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[7] Brunazzi, Elizabeth. “Andrée Viollis: A ‘Grand Reporter’ in the Intellectual Resistance, 1942−1944.” _French Cultural Studies_ 22, no. 3 (1 August 2011): 229–37. .

[8] Eaman, Ross. The A to Z of Journalism. Scarecrow Press, 2009.

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title: Le Petit Parisien

question: Why is the Le Petit Parisien a notable newspaper during the French Third Republic?

answer: It held the largest circulation in the world.

critique: The answer should mention that the newspaper was published between 1876 and 1944.


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BRAZIL–NIGERIA RELATIONS refers to the current and historical relations between the Federative Republic of Brazil and the Federal Republic of Nigeria. Brazil and Nigeria maintain a traditional and diversified relationship, with a strong Nigerian influence on Brazilian cultural and social formation.[1] Both nations are members of the Group of 77 and the United Nations.

History

During the Atlantic slave trade, Portugal transported many African slaves from Nigeria to Brazil, primarily to the Brazilian State of Bahia.[2] In the 19th century, many emancipated Afro-Brazilians traveled to West Africa to settle. Brazilians in Nigeria became known as _Agudas_ and created a Brazilian quarter in Lagos.[3] A census taken in 1888 by the British colonial government in Nigeria recorded 3,221 Brazilians in Lagos.[4]

In October 1960, Nigeria obtained its independence from the United Kingdom. Brazil was the only South American country invited to Nigeria's proclamation of independence and both nations established diplomatic relations.[5] In 1961, Brazil opened a resident embassy in Lagos and in 1966, Nigeria opened a resident embassy in Brasília.[6] Initially, relations remained relatively basic, centered more on cultural sentiments and historical affinity than on any deep commercial connection.[7]

In 1983, President João Figueiredo became the first Brazilian head-of-state to visit Nigeria. In 2005, Brazilian President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva paid a visit to Nigeria and the Brazilian embassy in Lagos was transferred to Abuja. That same year, President Olusegun Obasanjo became the first Nigerian head-of-state to visit Brazil.[8] There have been several high-level visits between leaders and foreign ministers of both nations.

Brazil and Nigeria continue to maintain close cultural links. There have been joint efforts between Nigeria's Centre for Black and African Arts and Civilization and the Brazilian government (through Brazil's Special Secretariat) to promote policies on racial equality.[9] In December 2019, Brazilian Foreign Minister Ernesto Araújo paid a visit to Nigeria and met with Foreign Minister Geoffrey Onyeama.[10] During his visit, Foreign Minister Araújo stressed that three fundamental pillars should guide Brazilian-Nigerian cooperation: economy (trade and investment), defense and security, and the enhancement of human relations. Furthermore, both nations cited the potential of agricultural cooperation, with the development of technologies for agribusiness that ensure greater productivity without putting the environment at risk and highlighted the bilateral agricultural development program called _Green Imperative_.[11]

High-level visits

[Nigerian President Olusegun Obasanjo and Brazilian President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva attending Brazilian Independence celebrations in Brasília; September 2005.] [Brazilian President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva and Nigerian President Umaru Musa Yar'Adua in Brasília; 2009.] HIGH-LEVEL VISITS FROM BRAZIL TO NIGERIA

-   Foreign Minister Mário Gibson Barboza (1972)
-   Foreign Minister Ramiro Saraiva Guerreiro (1981)
-   President João Figueiredo (1983)
-   Foreign Minister Roberto Costa de Abreu Sodré (1986)
-   Foreign Minister Celso Amorim (2005)
-   President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva (2005, 2006)
-   President Dilma Rousseff (2013)
-   Foreign Minister Aloysio Nunes (2017)
-   Foreign Minister Ernesto Araújo (2019)

HIGH-LEVEL VISITS FROM NIGERIA TO BRAZIL

-   Foreign Minister Okoi Arikpo (1974)
-   Foreign Minister Joseph Nanven Garba (1977)
-   Vice President Shehu Musa Yar'Adua (1979)
-   Foreign Minister Ike Nwachukwu (1988)
-   Vice President Atiku Abubakar (2000)
-   President Olusegun Obasanjo (2005)
-   Foreign Minister Oluyemi Adeniji (2006)
-   President Umaru Musa Yar'Adua (2009)
-   President Goodluck Jonathan (2012)
-   Foreign Minister Olugbenga Ashiru (2013)
-   Vice President Namadi Sambo (2013)
-   Foreign Minister Geoffrey Onyeama (2018)

Bilateral agreements

Both nations have signed several agreements such as an Agreement for Cultural and Educational Cooperation (2000); Agreement on Trade and Investment (2005); Agreement on Technical Cooperation (2005); Agreement on Cultural Cooperation (2005); Agreement for Regular Political Consultations (2005); Agreement on Energy Cooperation (2009); Memorandum of Understanding on broad areas of Cross-National Cooperation (2010); Agreement on Defense Cooperation (2010) and a Memorandum of Understanding for the creation of a Bilateral Strategic Dialogue Mechanism (2013).[12][13]

Resident diplomatic missions

-   Brazil has an embassy in Abuja and a consulate-general in Lagos.[14]
-   Nigeria has an embassy in Brasília.

[1] Brasil-Nigéria (in Portuguese)

[2] How enslaved Nigerians in Brazil helped usher in the end of international slave trade in 1835

[3] Is Nigeria's Brazilian heritage under threat?

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[7] Nigeria and the BRICs

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[10] Chanceler destaca papel da Nigéria na aproximação Brasil-África (in Portuguese)

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[14] Embassy of Brazil in Abuja

title: Brazil–Nigeria relations

question: What does the text say about Brazil and Nigeria before the 1900s?

answer: Brazil and Nigeria had a traditional and diversified relationship, with a strong Nigerian influence on Brazilian cultural and social formation. During the Atlantic slave trade, Portugal transported many African slaves from Nigeria to Brazil, primarily to the Brazilian State of Bahia. In the 19th century, many emancipated Afro-Brazilians traveled to West Africa to settle. Brazilians in Nigeria became known as Agudas and created a Brazilian quarter in Lagos. A census taken in 1888 by the British colonial government in Nigeria recorded 3,221 Brazilians in Lagos.

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critique: This is a response to the current and historical relations between Brazil and Nigeria. It should be omitted.

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question: What does the text say about Brazil and Nigeria in the 1960s?

answer: In October 1960, Nigeria obtained its independence from the United Kingdom. Brazil was the only South American country invited to Nigeria's proclamation of independence and both nations established diplomatic relations. In 1961, Brazil opened a resident embassy in Lagos and in 1966, Nigeria opened a resident embassy in Brasilia.

critique: The answer should mention that Brazil and Nigeria established diplomatic relations.

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[Henryson addressed his _Testament_ to a readership of women. Painting by Robert Campin, 1438. ]

[Diomede and Cressida, perhaps]

_THE TESTAMENT OF CRESSEID_ is a narrative poem of 616 lines in Middle Scots, written by the 15th-century Scottish makar Robert Henryson. It is his best known poem.[1] It imagines a tragic fate for Cressida in the medieval story of _Troilus and Criseyde_ which was left untold in Geoffrey Chaucer's version. Henryson's cogent psychological drama, in which he consciously resists and confronts the routine depiction of Cressida (Cresseid) as simply 'false', is one of the features that has given the poem enduring interest for modern readers and it is one of the most admired works of northern renaissance literature. A modern English translation by Seamus Heaney, which also included seven of Henryson's fables from _The Morall Fabillis_, was published in 2009.

Narrative outline

Diomedes, an Achaean hero with whom Cresseid begins a romantic relationship after being separated from and subsequently losing romantic interest in Troilus, banishes Cresseid from his company thereby leaving her destitute. After wandering for a while amongst the Greek soldiers, seeking their company, she returns to the home of her father Calchas, a keeper of the temple of Venus. Though Calchas welcomes her heartily, Cresseid desires to hide away from a disapproving world and encloses herself in a private oratory, where she weeps and rages against the cruelty of Venus and Cupid in, as she sees it, leading her on. The gods take offence at this blasphemy, and assemble to pass judgement on her, and the poem features graphically-realised portraits of the planetary pantheon of gods in the dream vision at its heart. They strike her with the symptoms of leprosy which remove her youth and good looks, leaving her disfigured and blind. She is thus considered a social outcast and decides she must join a leper colony. There she laments her fate until a fellow leper woman encourages her not to sigh over things which cannot be changed, but instead to take her cup and clapper[2] and join the other lepers to beg for daily alms.

As Cresseid joins the lepers to go out begging, Troilus and the garrison of Troy happen to pass by. She lifts her eyes to his, but since she is blind she cannot recognise him. Troilus, similarly unable to recognise the disfigured Cresseid, yet being reminded of her, without quite knowing why, is spontaneously moved to give up to her all the wealth he has about him at that moment (his belt, a full purse of gold, and jewels) before riding off, almost fainting for grief when he reaches Troy. The lepers are astounded at the unexpected show of beneficence and when Cresseid asks of her benefactor's identity and is told, she, like Troilus, too is overcome with emotion. She berates herself for her treatment of him and renounces her previously 'selfish' complaints, before sitting down to write her testament, or will, dying soon after.

Henryson's portrayal of Cresseid's 'disgrace' and ultimately tragic end, through the narrator of the poem, is observed with a largely rigorous objectivity. Where the narrator comes to judge, rather than reinforcing the institutional admonishment of a 'shocked' or disapproving society, he 'confesses' to his natural pity for Cresseid's misfortune, against the standard view of 'false womanhood' which she was taken in his day to represent. This is perhaps all the more expressive for having been apparently withheld or 'repressed' within the conceit of the poem. The most explicit statement of this breaks through in the passage:

             Yit nevertheless, quhat ever men deme or say
             In scornefull langage of thy brukkilnes,
             I sall excuse als far furth as I may
             Thy womanheid, thy wisdome and fairnes,
             The quhilk fortoun hes put to sic distres
             As hir pleisit, and nathing throw the gilt
             Of the, throw wickit langage to be spilt!

Characters

-   Cresseid, daughter of Calchas, who is punished for breaking her vow of love to Troilus
-   Troilus, one of the sons of Trojan king Priam, and former lover of Cresseid
-   Calchas, Cresseid's loving father. In the Testament, he is a priest of Venus and Cupid.
-   The gods Cupid, Saturn, Jupiter, Mars, Phoebus, Venus, Mercury, and Cynthia.

Structure

-   Throughout the poem, Henryson makes use of the rhyme royal, a rhyme scheme introduced and popularised by Geoffrey Chaucer, and set out as follows- ABABBCC. The stanzas are generally seven lines each in length, and in iambic pentameter. However, in the section in which Cresseid laments her fate from the leper colony (a Complaint), the stanzas are nine lines in length, and with the rhyme scheme AABAABAAB

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[2] http://www.dsl.ac.uk/entry/dost/clapper

title: The Testament of Cresseid

question: What action of Cresseid offends the gods?

answer: She rages against the cruelty of Venus and Cupid.

critique: The answer should mention that Cresseid is also blasphemous.

critique: The answer should mention that she rages against the gods.

critique: The answer should mention that she is angry at the gods for leading her on.

critique: She rages against them in a private oratory, away from society and those that could be offended. In her heart she does not break her vow to Troilus; rather it is not mentioned whether or not she broke it orally. Her reasons for being angry at the gods' cruelty are found in the passage above.

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answer: Cresseid and Troilus were once lovers, but they were separated and Cresseid lost interest in him.

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critique: The answer should mention that they were separated by Diomedes.

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