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THE ALASKA BUILDING, which now houses the Courtyard by Marriott Seattle Downtown/Pioneer Square, is a 15-floor building in Seattle, Washington completed in 1904 to designs by St. Louis architects Eames and Young. At the time of its completion, it was the tallest building in the state of Washington—and remained so until the 1910 completion of Spokane's Old National Bank Building.

The building was purchased by American Life, Inc. on December 6, 2007 for $38.7 million and renovated to begin a new life as a Courtyard by Marriott in June 2010. The original exterior of the structure was maintained, as were the marble lobby, original crown molding, window framing and wood pillars.[1]

History

The fourteen-story Alaska Building was completed in 1904, following eleven months of construction. It was designed by Eames and Young, a St. Louis architectural firm, under the supervision of local architects Saunders and Lawton. The contractor was James Black Masonry Construction.

The building was the first steel frame building of any height in the Northwest and Seattle's first skyscraper. It remained Seattle's tallest building for ten years after it was built. It was designed using terra cotta and in a style inspired by the Beaux Arts, which is somewhat rare for Seattle (although the Frye Hotel is another major Beaux Arts example in the Pioneer Square-Skid Road National Historic District). The building dates from a period of economic and industrial growth, 1900-1910, in the heart of Seattle and in the city as a whole.[2]

In 1897, when Alaskan prospectors came ashore at a Seattle wharf with a “ton of gold”, the city marketed itself as the “Gateway to the Klondike.” The successful promotional campaign sparked a period of explosive economic and population growth that spurred development of the city's infrastructure, transforming it from a town into a metropolis. In 1903, Seattle's Scandinavian-American Bank, directed by Jafet Lindeberg, John Edward Chilberg[3] and others, purchased the southeast corner of Second Avenue and Cherry Street from the Amos Brown estate with the intention of erecting a new bank building. Shortly after the land purchase, J.C. Marmaduke of St. Louis proposed a partnership to construct the more ambitious Alaska Building. Caught up in the boomtown spirit of the Gold Rush years, the bank's shareholders readily endorsed the project, which was intended to promote business ventures between Alaska and the Pacific Northwest and as a social club. About four years later, a similar club, the Arctic Club, formed as a result of the merger of the Arctic Brotherhood and of the Alaska Club, would erect a building for itself at Third Avenue and Jefferson Street, now the Morrison Hotel.[4]

As the first steel-frame structure of any height in the Northwest, the Alaska Building was Seattle's first “skyscraper” and its tallest building – a distinction that it held until 1911. In addition to its height, it is notable for its Beaux Arts ornamentation, which is a rarity in Seattle. When the building opened, the Alaska Club, a prominent commercial organization of residents and entrepreneurs, convened in the penthouse, and maintained a reading room that featured Alaska newspapers and mineral exhibits; the Scandinavian-American banking hall occupied the main floor. The Alaska Building heralded the development of other imposing structures on what soon became the city's major commercial strip, popularly known as the Second Avenue canyon.

In their book _Hard Drive to the Klondike_, Lisa Mighetto and Marcia Babcock Montgomery state: “This fourteen-story structure symbolized the significance of the gold rush in Seattle. The porthole windows along the top floor looked out over the waterfront, providing a view of the shipbuilding, shipping and rail industries that the gold rush encouraged. For many years a gold nugget embedded in the building's front door reminded visitors of the stampede and the city's connection to the Far North.”

The Alaska Building remains a dominant structure on the northern cusp of the Pioneer Square Historic District, which was created by a City of Seattle ordinance in 1970, and which was listed on the National Register of Historic Places the same year as the Pioneer Square Skid Road National Historic District. The Alaska Building was rehabilitated by the architects Stickney/Murphy in 1982.

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title: Alaska Building

question: What does the text say about the Alaska Building?

answer: The Alaska Building is a 15-floor building in Seattle, Washington completed in 1904 to designs by St. Louis architects Eames and Young. It was the tallest building in the state of Washington at the time of its completion and remained so until the 1910 completion of Spokane's Old National Bank Building. The building was purchased by American Life, Inc. on December 6, 2007 for $38.7 million and renovated to begin a new life as a Courtyard by Marriott in June 2010. The original exterior of the structure was maintained, as were the marble lobby, original crown molding, window framing, and wood pillars.

critique: The article doesn't mention that the building was the tallest building in the state of Washington at the time of its completion.

critique: The answer should mention the building's history.

question: What does the text say about Alaska Building's history?

answer: The Alaska Building was completed in 1904 and was the first steel frame building of any height in the Northwest and Seattle's first skyscraper. It was the tallest building in the state of Washington until the 1910 completion of Spokane's Old National Bank Building.

critique: The answer should mention the building's use in the past.

critique: Since it was the tallest building for far more than the state of Washington, say that as well.

critique: The answer omits the building's use as a Courtyard by Marriott.

critique: The final sentence is irrelevant to the question.

critique: The answer should mention the gold rush.

critique: The article doesn't say that the building was the tallest building in Washington. It just says it was the tallest building in the state.

critique: The answer should mention the building's purchase and renovation.

text: The text provides additional details about the history of the building that is not in the answer (details such as how the building was used, how it was affected by events, changes of ownership, and more). Since history is encompassing of the entirety of the building's past until present day, then the answer should be more reflective of that in order to have proper coverage.

question: What does the text say about Alaska Building's foundation?

answer: No answer

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critique: The answer should mention that the text does not mention anything about the foundation.

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question: What does the text say about historic buildings?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention the Alaska Building.


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[Liebermann, lithograph after a portrait, from Joseph Guerber, _Biographie Liebermanns_, 1880] BRUNO FRANZ LEOPOLD LIEBERMANN (b. at Molsheim in Alsace, 12 October 1759; d. at Strasbourg, 11 November 1844) was a German Catholic theologian.

Life

Having finished his humanities in the college at Molsheim, he studied theology from 1776 to 1780 in the seminary at Strasburg, after which, as he was too young for ordination, he was as subdeacon appointed teacher in the college at Molsheim. He became a deacon and a licentiate of theology in 1782, and was ordained priest on 14 June 1783.

He shortly afterwards became professor in the Strasburg seminary, in 1784 preacher at Strasburg Cathedral, and in 1787 pastor at Ernolsheim near Molsheim. During the French Revolution he was obliged to take refuge across the Rhine (1792), and the Bishop of Strasburg, Cardinal Rohan, appointed him rector of the seminary which had been transferred for the time to the All Saints' Abbey, in the Black Forest.

Here he taught dogmatic theology and canon law, and wrote his unpublished “Institutiones iuris canonici universalis.” In 1795 he secretly returned to his parish at Ernolsheim, where he laboured in secret and in great danger for the cure of souls until 1801, holding at the same time the office of extraordinary episcopal commissary for this division of the diocese. In 1801 he was called to Strasburg as preacher at the cathedral and secretary of the diocese, but returned once more to Ernolsheim in 1802. On 12 March 1804 he was there unexpectedly arrested, and, on the groundless suspicion that he was in secret communication with the royal family, was held a prisoner in Paris for eight months.

When, through the intercession of Bishop Colmar of Mainz with Napoleon, he regained his freedom, he was called by this bishop to Mainz in 1805 as rector of the newly founded seminary there and in 1806 became also a member of the cathedral chapter. In the seminary he lectured on canon law, church history, pastoral theology, and, after 1812, also on dogmatic theology.

Personally and through the clergy trained by him, Liebermann exerted influence in Mainz and the adjoining dioceses. Among his pupils were the future bishops Andreas Räss, Nicolaus von Weis, Johannes von Geissel, and such other distinguished men as Klee, Lüft, Adam Franz Lennig, Franz Xaver Remling, and Nickel. After he had declined in 1823 the appointment to the See of Metz, Bishop Tharin summoned him as his vicar-general to Strasburg. Under Tharin's successor, Bishop Johann Franz Lepape von Trevern, he withdrew more from public life. His last years were spent in retirement in the mother-house of the Sisters of Charity.

Works

His “Institutiones theologicæ” were first published in five volumes (Mainz, 1819–27; 6th ed., 1844) and later in two (10th ed., Mainz, 1870). This work was used as a textbook for years in many theological seminaries in Germany, France, Belgium, and America.

During the time of the Revolution, Liebermann published several anonymous pamphlets in defence of the rights of the Church and against the required oath of the civil constitution of the clergy. Of his sermons several have been published separately, e.g. “Lob- und Trauerrede bei Gelegenheit des Hintrittes des hochwürdigsten Herrn Joseph Ludwig Colmar, Bischof zu Mainz” (Mainz, 1818). After his death appeared:- “Liebermann's Predigten, herausgegeben von Freunden und Verehrern des Verewigten” (3 vols., Mainz, 1851-3). From 1825 to 1826 he was editor of the “Der Katholik”.

title: Bruno Franz Leopold Liebermann

question: What does the article say about Bruno Franz Leopold Liebermann's teaching career?

answer: He was appointed as a subdeacon teacher in the college at Molsheim. He became a deacon and a licentiate of theology in 1782. He was ordained priest on 14 June 1783. He shortly afterwards became professor in the Strasburg seminary. He was appointed rector of the seminary which had been transferred for the time to the All Saints' Abbey, in the Black Forest. He taught dogmatic theology and canon law. He was called to Mainz as rector of the newly founded seminary there and in 1806 became also a member of the cathedral chapter. He lectured on canon law, church history, pastoral theology, and, after 1812, also on dogmatic theology.

critique: The answer should be in chronological order.

critique: "He shortly afterwards became professor in the Strasburg seminary." - this is inaccurate. He became a professor in the Strasburg seminary after he was appointed rector of the seminary which had been transferred for the time to the All Saints' Abbey, in the Black Forest.

critique: It is omitted that he was a subdeacon teacher in the college at Molsheim.

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

critique: "He was appointed as a subdeacon teacher in the college at Molsheim." - this is incorrect. He was appointed as subdeacon teacher in the college at Molsheim.

question: What does the story say about Liebermann's activities during the French Revolution?

answer: Liebermann was a priest, theologian, professor, and subdeacon appointed teacher in the college at Molsheim. During the French Revolution, he was obliged to take refuge across the Rhine and was appointed rector of the seminary. He wrote his unpublished "Institutiones iuris canonici universalis" while he was rector. He returned to Ernolsheim after a while and labored in secret and in great danger for the cure of souls until 1801 when he was called to Strasburg as preacher at the cathedral and secretary of the diocese.

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

question: What does the article say about translations of Liebermann's work?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the article does not mention translations of Liebermann's work.

critique: The answer should mention that the article does not mention any translations.


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((Note: This story is written by me and I have to say it's not grammar and sp checked. It is merely a rough draft that I thought you guys might like. I'm not very good at reddit spacing so i'm sorry for the block of text feel this has. If anyone has the solution please inform me! This is mainly to see if the plot and twists are interesting. Thanks for reading!))

Within the light of day I saw the greatest site. Small butterfly floating to my right. My eyes followed the dreamy creature through it fantasy glide through the cool summer breeze. Not a care in it’s mind aside from that of pollen. The trees around us encased secrets of these woods. No man outside had know of the well of eternity just below my feet.

Immortality hides away here. Having found sanctuary within the realm of magic. Hidden away for eons from the sight and mind of man except to only flourish in tales of myth and false legend. From the well a tree drew it’s source of life. Growing proud and tall around the many dead oaks of the forest. The leafs shone as if silver and gold while the branches seemed to a mere man to be as strong as steel. The tresure lay not in the strength, nor the twirling green, but in the golden fruit i bear only once a few hundred years or so. Some remained held high above while some lay at the bottom of the hill where I stand.

I look to my feet to see a slightly bruised fruit stuck in time. I reach down and scoop up the magic juicy ball and slice in half eating one and offering the other to my new found friend the butterfly. We sit there enjoying the sweet dreamy cream inside while a rustling in the trees begins. To my right I look to see a new path to have formed in the wood. Being adventurous I take up the challenge presented and trot off to the south.

Once I arrive to the opening in the dense thicket I notice a gate made of dark metals slightly ajar as if inviting me to take a stroll beyond into what it guards. I become wary for the trees around have died long ago it seems, the light of the eternity tree seemed dim from where I stood. Temptation grew louder than my guts.

I pushed the gate open to hear a soul wrenching creak that put me even more on edge.

Once I was through the passageway it seemed the sun its self fear this place. Darkness of pitch swallowed me whole as I pushed onward through the thicket of hate. Soon I felt my feet dig into what I believed could only be sand. Toes pushing through and wiggling I wondered if somehow a beach lay in the darkness ahead. With increased caution I carried on.

In the far distance I saw a light. Purple in color it seemed. I could tell it was very far away due to it being merely a spec on the invisible horizon ahead of me. I remained on the path though something inside of me most likely my soul urged me to run the other way. I surprised myself by doing the opposite. My pace quickened and my vision tunneled down to that only of the light. Nothing else seemed to matter. Only to reach that dark goal. To meet whatever fate lay ahead, head on.

As I ran I could feel something was different around me. My vision may be a slave to the light ahead my other senses noticed a change in the night. A rustling and tearing of branches followed on either side of the sandy path. Someone or something was keeping pace with me. Maybe there were other paths? More people like me racing towards the distant beacon like a swarm of moths to a flame? I didn’t know, but at this point my addiction and need to feel the false light had grown pitiful. I drooled, panted, and growled like a dog. My mind began to lose grip of reality. It seemed like all that mattered and will matter is the flame. The purple shining gem now closer, but somehow the same distance all the same.

The noises around me grew louder. Deafening and rabid to what I realized was just like my own. All of a sudden I reached the light. Much unexpected to me considering it was not a lamppost or a fire as I expected but merely a small light-bug floating softly in the air in front of me. I could have sworn as long as I had looked it the little beast smiled an evil grin. To what end I could not come to as to why it seemed so deadly yet my salvation all in one.

Soon I realized the bug grew in altitude. Floating higher yet somehow remaining still. The demon looked down at me and I could have sworn I heard a laughing voice speaking to my corrupted soul, “Should have stayed near the ocean of eternity for now you sink in the shores of false divinity.” With those words of burning truth finished I felt my lungs fill with sand as I slowly lowered beneath the broken path.

title: Sinking From Eternity (x/post from /r/Stories)

question: What does the story say about the name of the main character?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the main character doesn't have a name.

question: What does the story say about the well of eternity?

answer: The well of eternity is a place where immortality hides away. It is a realm of magic and has been hidden away for eons from the sight and mind of man. The well of eternity is the source of life for a tree that grows proud and tall around the many dead oaks of the forest. The tree bears golden fruits once every hundred years or so. The tree's leaves shine like silver and gold, and its branches are as strong as steel. The treasure of the tree lies not in its strength or twirling green but in the golden fruit it bears. The fruit is sweet and dreamy cream inside.

critique: The answer should mention the well's connection to the tree.

critique: The answer should mention that the tree is the only thing that can access the well of eternity.

question: What does the story say about the woods beyond the sanctuary of trees that hide the well of eternity?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention the darkness and the light.

question: What does the story say about the protagonist?

answer: The protagonist is a man who is exploring the woods. He finds a tree that bears golden fruits once every hundred years or so. He eats one and offers the other to a butterfly. He then finds a path that leads to a dark metal gate. He enters the gate and finds himself in a thicket of hate. He continues on and sees a light in the distance. He runs toward the light and reaches it, only to find that it is a light-bug. The light-bug laughs at him and he sinks into the sands.

text: The answer should mention the bug's speech to the protagonist.

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Suzy sat at her grandmother's lap, in the old house that her grandmother had lived in for many years now. She loved nights like these, where her grandmother would tell her stories. To her eight year old eyes, grandma was the wisest person in the whole city... no... the whole world. As her eyes scanned the room as her grandmother told her about how in her days they used to catch dragonflies and tie them on string, something glistened softly on the mantelpiece where the fireplace was. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was a red stone set in what seemed to be a crude flower frame, no larger than her thumb. Curious about the object she turned and asked her grandmother, who had the answer to everything "Gramma, what's that?".

Anna was taken by surprise, because Suzy had been quiet all the while. She looked in the direction that her granddaughter was pointing, and saw the little brooch on the mantelpiece. "Why Suzy, you mean the little flower brooch over there? The red one?" said Anna. Suzy looked confused. "Gramma... what's a broooch?" she asked. Anna laughed and said as simply as she could "Well, it's a shiny thing just like that one, which we sometimes use to pin to clothes". "ohh..." said Suzy, and she got up to take a closer look. Her grandmother motioned to her to bring it closer, and Suzy sat in her lap once more, this time with brooch in hand.

"Where did you get it from gramma? Did grampa give it to you?" asked Suzy. Anna laughed again, then with a slightly more solemn expression said "No, not from grampa. It was a present from someone else, when I was very young. In fact, I think I was just about your age". "Wow... who was it?" asked Suzy, filled with curiousity. Anna smiled gently at her granddaughter, and told her story just as she remembered it...

Anna was playing in the snow then, something she had always loved. Her father had been gone for 2 years at that point, and her mother was busy at work as usual. Her brother was in the house, studying furiously as he had been for some time, and he was never any fun. So she had gone to her secret spot in the hilltop where she could see the whole town and where the air was fresher. There she observed the hustle and bustle as the people went about their day in the city below, and she drew circles in the snow. Ah... bliss.

Not long after she had begun to build a tiny snowman army, she heard footsteps coming up the pathway. Turning around, she saw a man dressed in a winter coat walking up the path. When he caught sight of her, he smiled and winked at her. "Ah, so my secret place isn't so secret after all, is it?" he said. Anna frowned and said "Nuh uh, this is my secret place! I came here first! It's mine, mister!". "Ah, you must be right! My mistake. Well, it's been a tough day, so would you mind sharing your special spot with me for awhile so I can catch my breath?" said the man playfully. Anna inspected him from head to toe before finally saying "Well... you look you're not a bad guy, so I guess I'll let you. But just this once!". The man smiled, and thanked her graciously.

He sat there in the snow watching the city, while she continued building the snowman army. Once that was complete, she started work on the bad guys, big monstrous creatures. Of course, they would still be no match for her army, because the bad guys always lose in the end. All of the stories her mother told her ended that way.

After he had sat there for a long time, he came over to her to see what she had made. "So... what do have here, little one?" he asked again. "These" she said, pointing to the snowman army "are the good guys and they will fight against" then she pointed to the monsters she had made out of snow "these baddies here. And they'll win of course!". The man smiled, a little sadly. "Do the good guys always win?" he asked weakly. "Yes! Of course they do!" said Anna confidently. The man fell silent for a short while. Then he said "I wish I had your conviction little one, but sometimes it feels as though no matter what I do, no matter how hard we fight, the bad guys won't give in". "Don't worry mister" said Anna, "as long as you're a good guy you have nothing to fear, right?". He smiled, and then nodded.

"You're right, little one." he said. "It's hard sometimes. I'm sure even for a little one like you this war has been hard. So many of our people are suffering because of it. Yet it is a necessary suffering, because we have to win against the bad guys. We have to do what is right." he said with a steely resolve in his voice. "I promise you little one, when this war is over, things will be good again. We will have won against the bad guys, and things will be good" he said. Anna jumped excitedly upon hearing this, and danced in the snow. "You better win against the baddies mister!" she said. the man simply nodded in response.

They heard footsteps walking up the hill, and a soldier dressed in full military regalia walked towards them. The man smiled and said "looks like I have to go little one. You have been good company, and I feel refreshed. Thank you for sharing your spot with me". He pulled out a brooch from his coat pocket, shaped like a flower and with a ruby in the middle and handed it to her. "This I bought for someone else, but I think it is better left with you". Anna stared at the shiny brooch, and beamed with excitement upon receiving something so beautiful. She hugged him in gratitude.

Then the soldier spoke "Fuhrer, it is time for us to go". The man smiled at Anna once more, and he left with the soldier.

That was the first and last time she ever saw the man in person.

"Why do you keep it gramma?" asked Suzy. "Well..." said Anna, "I used to believe, just like that man that evil and good were two easily distinguishable things. That there were the good guys and the bad guys, and the purpose of the good guys was to make sure the bad guys were defeated at all costs. People will tell you this Suzy, that this man is bad, or that man is good. In reality I think that it isn't anywhere near that simple." She held her granddaughter close.

" I guess the reason I keep it Suzy, is to remind myself to never lose sight of the humanity that is in us all".

title: Red

question: What does the story say about good versus evil?

answer: The story suggests that there is no such thing as good versus evil. The man in the story, Hitler, is not a good guy. He is evil. The story also suggests that there is humanity in all of us, no matter how evil a person may seem.

critique: The answer should mention Anna's thoughts on the matter.

critique: Hitler was not the man in the story. The answer is wrong.

critique: The story doesn't suggest that there is no such thing as good versus evil. It suggests that good and evil are not easily distinguishable.

critique: The story doesn't suggest that there is no such thing as good versus evil. It suggests that it's not as simple as good versus evil.

critique: The story doesn't suggest that there is no such thing as good versus evil. It says that good and evil aren't easily distinguishable.

critique: "The story suggests that there is no such thing as good versus evil." - this was never implied anywhere in the story and should be removed.

critique: The story doesn't suggest that there is no such thing as good versus evil. It suggests that good and evil aren't easily distinguishable.


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RUTH SHACK (born 24 August 1931 in Brooklyn, New York) is the sponsor of the 1977 Human Rights Ordinance in Miami-Dade County, Florida. She was elected to the Metro-Dade County Commission in 1976, 1978 and 1982. After leaving the commission, she became the president and CEO of the Dade Community Foundation, one of the largest philanthropic organizations in Florida. She retired in 2009.

Education

Shack earned her Bachelor of Arts in Humanities from Barry University in 1970 with a major in English and a minor in Journalism/Communications. In 1975, she received a Master of Arts in Social Science with specialization in Urban Sociology from the University of Colorado. She taught sociology and political science at Florida International University.

Professional career

Shack was elected to her first term as Metro-Dade County Commissioner in 1976, re-elected to a four-year term in 1978, and to a third term in 1982. In her tenure as a commissioner, she made the county and its municipalities reconsider their historic resources, including the Art Deco District on South Beach. In 1981, she sponsored the county's first ordinance for historic preservation.

Human Rights Ordinance

In 1977, Shack as a member of the Metro Dade County Commission sponsored the amendment to the original Dade County anti-discrimination ordinance to add the prohibition of discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation. Later her former friend Anita Bryant led a highly publicized, successful campaign to repeal the ordinance. The campaign was waged based on what was labeled “Christian beliefs regarding the sinfulness of homosexuality and the perceived threat of homosexual recruitment of children and child molestation.”

Reinstatement of Ordinance

In 1998, Dade County repealed Bryant's successful campaign of 20 years earlier, and re-enacted an anti-discrimination ordinance protecting individuals from discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation by a 7 to 6 vote. In 2002, a ballot initiative to repeal the 1998 law, called Amendment 14, was voted down by 56% of the voters.

The Florida statute forbidding adoptions by homosexuals was upheld in 2004 by a federal appellate court, but on November 25, 2008, was struck down by Judge Cindy Lederman. She said the 31-year-old law violates equal protection rights for the children and their prospective parents, rejecting the state's arguments that there is “a supposed dark cloud hovering over homes of homosexuals and their children,” and argued that there was no rational basis to prohibit homosexual parents from adopting, particularly since the state allowed them to act as foster parents. The ruling cleared the way for Martin Gill, 47, and his male partner to adopt two brothers, ages 4 and 8. They had been foster parents to the children since December 2004.

Philanthropy

Shack has served as vice chair of the Council on Foundations and chair of its management committee, on the Board of the Community Foundations for Youth and the Board of Funders Concerned about AIDS. She is a member of the Bertelsmann Foundations' Transatlantic Community Foundation Network and was chair of the Communications Network. She was a founder and former chair of the Florida Philanthropic Network and founder-chair of the Alliance for Human Services.

The Miami Foundation

Shack became president of the Dade Community Foundation, now known as The Miami Foundation, in 1985. During her tenure, she spearheaded a campaign to encourage philanthropy and charitable giving by developing a permanent endowment to meet Greater Miami’s emerging charitable needs. Spurred by her leadership, the foundation diversified its board of trustees, its staff and its grantmaking focus. Shack led the charge to focus all grantmaking against the issue of cultural alienation and the need to help people successfully cross ethnic barriers. Empowerment and seed funding for emerging groups, based in the diverse multicultural communities of Miami-Dade, were the hallmarks of the grantmaking program under her leadership.

On January 27, 2009, Shack announced that she would step down from her post as president by the end of the year. The Miami Foundation has established the Ruth and Richard Shack Society. In addition, each year The Miami Foundation and Leave a Legacy present the Ruth Shack Leadership Award to one of Miami’s most promising young leaders.

Personal life

In 1953, Shack married Richard Shack (1926 - 2012). They have three daughters, five grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren.

Awards

Shack is the recipient of the Governor's Award for the Arts; American Institute of Architects Community Service Award; Presidential Award from the Cultural Executives Council; Tropical Audubon's Conservation Award; Society of the Arts, Florida South Chapter; Miami Beach Taxpayer's Association, Public Enlightenment; and Dade County's Outstanding Citizens Award.[1]

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title: Ruth Shack

question: Summarize Anita Bryant's role in the article.

answer: Anita Bryant led a successful campaign to repeal the ordinance that Ruth Shack sponsored. She did this based on her Christian beliefs regarding the sinfulness of homosexuality and the perceived threat of homosexual recruitment of children and child molestation. In 1998, Dade County repealed Bryant's successful campaign of 20 years earlier, and re-enacted an anti-discrimination ordinance protecting individuals from discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation.

critique: The answer should mention that the ordinance was overturned in 2008.

critique: The last sentence is irrelevant to the question.

critique: The answer should mention that Bryant's campaign was successful.

critique: The second sentence is unnecessary for the answer.

critique: "In 1998, Dade County repealed Bryant's successful campaign of 20 years earlier, and re-enacted an anti-discrimination ordinance protecting individuals from discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation." - this is irrelevant and should be removed.

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

critique: The answer does not mention that the ordinance was overturned.

critique: This sentence is not unclear and the criticism stands; it should be rewritten: "In 1998, lade County repealed Bryant's successful campaign of 20 years earlier, and re-enacted an anti-discrimination ordinance protecting individuals from discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation"

question: Summarize Ruth Shack's contributions to the gay community.

answer: Ruth Shack was the sponsor of the 1977 Human Rights Ordinance in Miami-Dade County, Florida. She sponsored the amendment to the original Dade County anti-discrimination ordinance to add the prohibition of discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation. Later, her former friend Anita Bryant led a successful campaign to repeal the ordinance. In 1998, Dade County repealed Bryant's successful campaign of 20 years earlier, and re-enacted an anti-discrimination ordinance protecting individuals from discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation. In 2002, a ballot initiative to repeal the 1998 law, called Amendment 14, was voted down by 56% of the voters. In 2008, Judge Cindy Lederman struck down the Florida statute forbidding adoptions by homosexuals.

critique: The first sentence is irrelevant to the question, as is the last sentence.

question: Summarize Shack's activities after stepping down from her post as president of the Dade Community Foundation.

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that she retired.

critique: The answer should mention that she retired in 2009.


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The Combined Action Platoon to which I was assigned consisted of 12 Marines and one Navy Corpsman. We later described  ourselves as Peace Corps workers with rifles operating as units in the countryside of I Corps outside of Da Nang Vietnam in 1970.

Winning the hearts and minds was the official mantra we were told when being given an area of operation to conduct patrols, ambushes and operations to attempt to ensure that the Viet Cong and NVA not control the locals by kidnapping village chiefs and murdering them or using their  terrorist tactics to convince some villages that wished to have allegiance to South Vietnam be left unmolested from their influence.

As a nineteen year old Navy Corpsman, I have to admit that my knowledge of politics was minimal and our involvement in Vietnam by the late sixties was obviously a “let’s get the hell out of here,” mentality. We flashed peace signs to each other everywhere we went while hitching rides on military vehicles on Highway One, the main asphalt artery running north to south.

Mainly, our platoon of Marines worked with a larger group of local militia types who were called Popular Forces.These were locals who were their National Guard (young, old and in-between) that we tried to train while living in their hometown villages in our area of operation. I was more idealistic in the beginning trying to work the civic action principles of this very different type of infantry unit.

In the villages I would hold Medcaps which were basically mobile clinics. Where I set up  a wooden table and chair in front of a Vietnamese home on a dusty main street while the villagers all lined up to be examined and diagnosed by me, a nineteen year old navy medic.

The Vietnamese word for doctor is bacsi but they usually just called me Bacsi-Doc. A heady title for a teenage corpsman.

The tedious drudgery and sometimes freakish minutes of terror in the CAPs seemed to blend into the day to day existence of never knowing when you might die or be horribly wounded as we witnessed this around us. Our Vietnamese counterparts seemed to appear to bear the brunt of this since Command had dictated a year previously that the Vietnamese had to take the lead on patrols and operations.

There was always the fear of a sniper round or stepping on a booby trap while on patrol or the knowledge that the same CAP a year previously had been wiped out in an ambush while on patrol.

 I told a Vietnam vet friend of mine recently that my recollection of Vietnam was comprised of two words: Chaos and bullshit. Chaos being the insanity of war and bullshit being the reasons we were there in the first place.

There are so many memories, many of which are blocked and repressed but will still creep up in a sweaty nightmare some forty years later. Basically I was just trying to do my job as a medical corpsman of which I had gone through much training to become.

Before leaving my last duty station at Bethesda Naval Hospital near Washington, D.C.I had worked in the ER learning skills that might only be approved to be performed by medical doctors in the civilian world. After receiving orders for Vietnam the next month, I was officially designated as a Navy 8404 FMF (Fleet Marine Force) Combat Corpsman since we were now Navy personnel officially attached to Marine Corps units which I learned had one of the highest mortality rate of any military occupational specialty.

When arriving in-country we attended Vietnamese Language School which was a two week course to also help us understand Vietnamese customs. We were then assigned to one of the four Combined Action Groups operating in I Corps.

The Lt. Col at the completion of the course seemed to take some kind of sadistic pleasure in telling us forty corpsmen lined up that day that only fifty percent of us would be making it home.

After being there a few months in the CAPs I became resigned  to doing the best I could under the circumstances. One afternoon, I was told that a local farmer had sliced his hand open while in the rice paddies. He was in a nearby hamlet to where we moved that night since being a mobile CAP was now our modus operandi. This was so that the enemy would not know where we might be set up on any given night. We’d learned that the older stationary units could bring on an attack more likely from the Viet Cong.

We became aware that we never knew who to really trust living among the people and  could actually be living with Viet Cong sympathizers. What I learned most interestingly early on was that these poor peasant farmers and their families just wished to be left alone by both us and the Viet Cong it seemed.

As the Marines I was with set up our nightly perimeter and sent out their ambush team, I entered this farmer’s humble straw made home to set up my medical bag on a rough wooden table with a kerosene lamp.

 I tended his wound, cleaning it with antiseptic while laying out my suture kit. I injected lidocaine to help numb the area. Using forceps and needle, I then carefully applied individual stitches along the length of the meaty part of his thumb that he had sliced open.

It occurred to me that this farmer had likely never been treated by anyone in his life for anything medically related and I thought he could also very well be either Viet Cong or a sympathizer.

I learned years later that the Viet Cong actually highly respected us for the humanitarian works we performed while in these CAP units and sometimes didn’t harass us because we were actually helping them in some unforetold way in this strange war nobody wanted.

As I squinted in the poor light to mend this Vietnamese man’s hand, I heard  a Marine who was sitting quietly nearby by say: “ Geez, Doc, where did you learn to do shit like that.?”

title: Bacsi-Doc Short story about the Vietnam war.

question: Why would the Viet Cong attack the CAPs if they respected them for humanitarian works?

answer: The Viet Cong may have been trying to get rid of the CAPs.

critique: The answer does not answer the question. It should be rewritten.

critique: "The Viet Cong may have been trying to get rid of the CAPs." - the answer is self-explanatory and vague. The question is about the Viet Cong's appreciation for humanitarian work.

text: There is no evidence in the text to suggest that the Viet Cong had been trying to get rid of the CAPs.

category: accuracy


text:
“Why is it so bad to say that test raped me?”

“I just don’t think you can compare failing a test to that kind of physical and mental assault. It’s nothing like it,” you replied, remaining calm while I gripped the edge of my desk.

“For some people it is.”

“Not even close,” I shouted as you fell silent. “Failing a test is nothing compared to rape. Don’t ever say that again.”

They looked away.

“I need to talk to you when class is over,” you said, but I couldn’t reply; I was still choking on anger. Everyone stayed still till the bell rang, and I sat next to your desk at the back of class as they filed out.

“I couldn’t just let it go,” I told my trembling hands, twisting them in my lap.

“I know,” you answered, and when I looked up your light blue eyes were darker than I had ever seen them. “There’s something I think I should tell you.”

My chest constricted with something other than the anger, a fear of the unknown, fear of the secret resonating on the tip of your tongue. You could barely breathe, but you still looked at me.

“Mark and I got engaged about twenty years ago while he was at grad school. After his break, he went back to Boston, but I continued to teach here. A lot of students thought I had made him up.” You smiled a little, your lips twisted with something like irony. “He was coming home on a Friday. It had been four months since we had last seen each other, so I left a little early with a few of my colleagues. I remember realizing I had lost my keys when we reached the bus.”

I’ve seen you walk down that sidewalk to the faded bus stop a thousand times, and I could imagine it then: laughing, short heels clacking, and swinging your briefcase—as giddy as you could get. You patted down your pockets, realized you had left your keys in your frenzy.

“I decided not to go back; I knew they’d still be in my office the next Monday, and I kept a spare under a rock in the front yard. And I was excited to be home.” Your eyes fluttered to your hands. “I wasn’t paying attention on the ride. I can hardly remember the faces of the passengers, and I’ve tried so many times to remember. I’m usually more observant than that. I was distracted.” You shook your head as if dispelling the thoughts that were stuck in it. “The ride seemed so slow that when I got off, I was half-jogging down the street.”

Your ankles caught your dress as you walked, punching down the street in dusky light. You held your glasses to keep them from flying off and your dark curls bounced around your shoulders.

“I was almost there when I noticed someone a little ways behind me. I remember thinking it was funny; I had never seen someone go in the same direction as me from the bus stop, but he was twenty yards back and I didn’t think anything more. I didn’t even see his face, just a shadow crossing mine.

I jogged up my sidewalk and set my briefcase on the porch, then I took the key out from under the rock.”

You hopped down the porch steps without seeing anything but that rock and the glimmering key underneath. You pulled it out of the dirt and turned without looking up from it, jumped back up the stairs in one step, and put your hand around the dented bronze doorknob.

“I was fumbling with the lock, but eventually I got the key in and turned it. I can still hear the click that it made. I haven’t lived in that house for a long time, but I can still hear the click. I turned the knob and pushed on the door and it creaked and that second I felt something heavy throw me through the door. It’s funny, I can still remember the arrangement of books on my bookshelf as I crashed through the door, this orange volume I don’t have anymore leaning on a fat purple one. It was right in the entrance hall. My glasses flew off and broke against the shelf. I didn’t realize what was happening at the time. For a second I thought I had tripped or wind had pushed me or something equally stupid, but then I landed on my knees and I think I put it together.

I never got a clear look at his face; he was wearing all black, this long dirty overcoat and slacks and an old dress shirt with pinstripes and this hat that kept a shadow over his face. I only remember certain parts of his face, the way his nose was bent and the way his jaw was set. When I turned over, he kicked me and didn’t say anything, and then I really knew what was happening. That was one of the worst feelings I’ve ever had: realizing what was about to happen. I started kicking. I fought, but I failed.”

Even though you were only five feet against what seemed like seven, you fought like hell. It’s not in your nature to back down, even when he pulled up your dress.

“He raped me. He was so much taller than me I couldn’t see his face, or anything really, just his chest pressing down on me. I felt like I was suffocating. He had my hands pinned down so I couldn’t move. I just couldn’t figure out why. I thought maybe it was that I was short or distracted or alone or so many other possibilities. I was so relieved when he finished. I thought he was going to leave, but instead he took out a fishhook and put it inside me. It felt like I was being torn out of my body, and I thought I was going to die. He never said a word. He just jerked it around for a while, then pulled it out, stood up, and left. He didn’t even shut the door all the way. I couldn’t move, it hurt so much.”

You tried to lift your head, to pull your dress down, but every time you felt like you were falling apart. All you could do was try to breathe, legs spread to the open door as the sun went down. Mark found you that night with blood all over your thighs, trying not to cry because it hurt too much when your chest shook like that, and he lay down next to you, brushing your hair out of your face. You asked him to pull your dress down, and you felt tears falling on your legs and the fabric sticky against them.

“Mark found me and took me to the hospital and luckily everything was alright. It took me a long time to get better, but I married Mark just as we had planned and we moved into a new house and he came back to teach here and we had two kids and life went on. It went on, and I’m happy now, and I don’t think about that house or that night much anymore.

I wanted to tell you this because it still bothers me when people use rape in the wrong context. Sometimes I remember what happened, but I can control it now. I’ll never forget it, but I don’t have breakdowns or panic attacks anymore. He got his hook in me, but I won’t let him tear me out.”

You breathed again, exhaling the story, and I cried over you and all the things I couldn’t stop.

title: Hook - based on a really disturbing dream I had

question: Summarize the negative moments in the story.

answer: The narrator's teacher tells her that failing a test is nothing compared to rape. The narrator is angry at this, and the teacher tells her that she needs to talk to her after class. The teacher then tells the narrator a story about how she was raped twenty years ago by a man named Mark. The teacher also says that she was happy to move on with her life after the attack.

critique: The teacher is not happy to move on with her life. She simply says that she was able to get over it.

critique: The teacher's rape is not the negative moment in the story.

critique: The teacher does not tell the narrator a story about how she was raped. The teacher tells the narrator her story.

critique: The teacher doesn't tell the narrator a story about how she was raped. The teacher tells her that she was raped.

critique: The last sentence should be removed, as it is false and adds no value to the response.

critique: The teacher's rape is not a negative moment.

text: Mark is the teacher's husband who helped her get over the trauma. Her assailant doesn't have a name in the story.

question: Summarize everything relating to Mark.

answer: Mark is the teacher's husband. He found her after she was raped and took her to the hospital. He married her and they had two kids.

critique: Doesn't mention that he took her back to their house after the hospital.

critique: It's omitted that Mark was a teacher at the school.

critique: The teacher's husband is Mark, not the teacher.

critique: Didn't marry her immediately; took time for her to heal

critique: There is no evidence that the teacher is a he.

critique: The teacher is the one who was raped, not the narrator.

text: The answer should mention that the teacher and Mark had plans to marry already.

question: What does the story say about the rapist's arrest?

answer: No answer

critique: The question is asking for the answer to the question, not a summary of the story.

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

critique: The response misses to mention that the rapist was never arrested.


text:
The DUNEDIN COLLEGE OF EDUCATION (_Te Kura Akau Taitoka_, also known as _Dunedin Teachers' College_) was a former teacher training college in Dunedin, New Zealand. Founded in 1876, the College was the oldest teacher training college in New Zealand. In 2004, it merged with the University of Otago's Faculty of Education to form the University of Otago College of Education.[1] The Dunedin College of Education's motto was _maxima debetur pueris reverentia_ (the child deserves the greatest respect).

History

The Dunedin College of Education's roots can be traced back to the DUNEDIN TRAINING COLLEGE, which was established in 1876 to provide training for primary school teachers. The Presbyterian scholar, educator, historian, and social worker Dr John Hislop is regarded as the “godfather” of the Dunedin Training College. The first rector of the Training College was W.S. Fitzgerald. Over the next decades, the Dunedin Training College continued supplying teachers to primary schools. During the First World War, it functioned as a secondary school to meet the shortfall in the new students' knowledge base.

During the Great Depression, the Dunedin Training College was closed down in January 1933 due to austerity measures. The College remained closed until 1936 when it was reopened by the newly elected First Labour Government, which adopted Keynesian social security policies. During the post-World War II baby boom, the Dunedin Training College supplied both primary and secondary teachers to meet the growing population demand. In 1953, the Dunedin Training College was renamed the DUNEDIN TEACHER'S COLLEGE to reflect a nationwide naming trend for similar teacher training facilities throughout New Zealand.

During the post-war period, the College expanded its teacher education programmes to include undergraduate and postgraduate degrees and graduate diplomas in early childhood, primary and primary bilingual and secondary teacher education. In 1980, the College established a satellite campus in Invercargill. In addition, teacher support services were established at its Dunedin and its Invercargill campus. In 1976, the College cooperated with the University of Otago's Faculty of Education to provide a four-year joint Bachelor of Education degree.[2] In 1989, the College was renamed the DUNEDIN COLLEGE OF EDUCATION.

In 2002, the Dunedin College of Education and University of Otago entered into merger talks to address the duplication of courses and programs.[3] In August 2006, the Tertiary Education Minister Michael Cullen formally approved the merger of the two educational institutions, which came into effect in January 2007.[4] Following the merger, the newly-created University of Otago College of Education acquired the Dunedin College's former campuses and the Robertson Library, which is shared with Otago Polytechnic.[5][6] The former Dunedin College's archives are stored at the Hocken Collections.[7]

Notes and references

Further reading

-   Keen, D. (2001) _In a class of its own: The story of a century and a quarter of teacher education at the Dunedin Training College, Dunedin Teachers' College and the Dunedin College of Education._ Dunedin: Dunedin College of Education.
-   Morton J. C. and Morton, H. (1976) _Dunedin Teachers College: The First Hundred Years._ Dunedin: Dunedin Teachers College Publications Committee.

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title: Dunedin College of Education

question: Summarize what happened to the Dunedin College of Education.

answer: The Dunedin College of Education was founded in 1876 for the purpose of training teachers. It was closed down in 1933, it reopened in 1936, and was renamed in 1953. The college merged with the University of Otago's Faculty of Education in 2007, and was closed down in 2008.

critique: The closing and reopening happened between 1936 and53, not in 1953.

critique: The college was not closed down in 2008.

critique: The college merged with the University of Otago's Faculty of Education in 2007, and was closed down in 2007.

critique: The college was closed down in 1933, not 2008.

question: Summarize the founding of the Dunedin College of Education.

answer: The Dunedin College of Education was founded in 1876. It was the oldest teacher training college in New Zealand. The college was founded as the Dunedin Training College to provide training for primary school teachers. It was closed down in 1933 during the Great Depression, but reopened in 1936 by the newly elected First Labour Government. It was renamed the Dunedin Teachers College in 1953.

critique: The college was renamed in 1953, not founded.

critique: "It was closed down in 1933 during the Great Depression, but reopened in 1936 by the newly elected First Labour Government" is unnecessary and should be removed.

critique: "It was closed down in 1933 during the Great Depression, but reopened in 1936 by the newly elected First Labour Government." - this is incorrect. The college was closed down in 1933, but reopened in 1936.

critique: The college was closed down in 1933, but reopened in 1936 by the newly elected First Labour Government. It was renamed the Dunedin Teachers College in 1953.

critique: "It was the oldest teacher training college in New Zealand." - this is incorrect. The Dunedin College of Education was the oldest teacher training college in New Zealand, not the Dunedin Training College.

critique: The college was closed down in 1933 for austerity measures, not the Great Depression.

critique: The college was founded as the Dunedin Training College, not the Dunedin Teachers College.

question: Summarize what the Dunedin College of Education did during World War I and II.

answer:
During World War I, the Dunedin College of Education functioned as a secondary school to meet the shortfall in new students' knowledge base.

During the post-World War II baby boom, the Dunedin College of Education supplied both primary and secondary teachers to meet the growing population demand.

critique: The college's closure during the Great Depression is omitted.

critique: The answer is missing information from the text.

critique: There is no evidence that the college provided early childhood education during the baby boom.

critique: It's omitted that the college was closed in 1933 due to austerity measures, but reopened in 1936 by the newly elected First Labour Government.

critique: The answer omits the college's activities during World War II.

critique: The response is missing information about the college's activities during World War II.

text: It contains irrelevant details about the post-World II period.

category: coherence

question: Summarize the Dunedin College of Education's history since World War Two.

answer: The college was reopened in 1936 by the newly elected First Labour Government. During the post-World War Two baby boom, the college supplied both primary and secondary teachers to meet the growing population demand. In 1953, the college was renamed the Dunedin Teachers College. In 1989, the college was renamed the Dunedin College of Education. In 2002, the college and the University of Otago entered into merger talks to address the duplication of courses and programs. In 2006, the merger was approved.

critique: The college was reopened in 1936 by the newly elected First Labour Government after being closed down in 1933 due to austerity measures.

critique: The college was reopened in 1936 by the newly elected First Labour Government.

critique: The first two sentences could be combined to save space.

critique: The college didn't supply teachers during the baby boom. It supplied teachers during the post-war period.

critique: The second and third sentences are not relevant to the period after to World War Two.

critique: The college was reopened in 1936 by the newly elected First Labour Government. During the post-World War Two baby boom, the college supplied both primary and secondary teachers to meet the growing population demand. In 1953, the college was renamed the Dunedin Teachers College. In 1989, the college was renamed the Dunedin College of Education. In 2002, the college and the University of Otago entered into merger talks to address the duplication of courses and programs. In 2006, the merger was approved.

text: It is omitted that in 1980, the College established a satellite campus in Invercargill.


text:
"Are you Matthew Harding?", Asked one of policemen,he had green eyes and a small baby face and a big round shape for his body.

"Yes I am,why?",Matt asked back,he knew the answer but he was denying the truth anyway he could.

"We are sorry to inform you this Matthew,but your mum was found dead this morning,as well as your relatives and anyone related to you in any way." Said the other policewoman,she was slightly small in height and had long curly black hair which complemented her brown eyes.                                                                                He could not accept the truth,it all crushed down on him like he was holding the whole universe on his shoulders.He turned back to see his hallway turned from a bright colourful hallway into a long,twisted passage of darkness all around.His doormat was a trap of spikes that flew up without warning,spiking his feet till he couldn't feel anything. His heart pounded so fast it felt like it could off pounded out of his body.

"No...", Matt could only utter that one word,his pain was increasing so fast second by second that he was sure in no time at all he would just drop dead.

"YOUR LIEING,THEY CANT BE DEAD!", Matt screamed,he knew the truth but he didn't want to believe any of this at all,he wouldn't.

"Again,we are sorry for your loss,your going to have to come with us for the night where we will give you free hospitality and tomorrow find somewhere for you to live temporarily", Said the woman.

"...", Matt tried to argue back but didn't have the strength to utter a single word now so he just done what they said and followed them down to the car with the last remaining strength he had.

(please note,this paragraph is purely my imagination as I've never actually been inside a police station)

When they arrived at the police station it looked like any normal building,white painting and the parking slot was full of police cars ready to get out on the roads and the word "POLICE" written in big capital letters.When they got inside it looked just as plain and dull,a big building with white walls everywhere.They escorted Matt to a small dull room with the only thing in there simply being a bed,it looked exactly how he imagined a cell to look like,painted with grey instead of white this time though.

"This is where you'll be sleeping for the night,sorry its a bit dull but its just for one night",said the woman smiling kindly. They then escorted him through a dark corridor to a large can-tine,flooded with a lot of rough looking people,presumably prisoners.

It was exactly 6:00pm when they gave him his dinner,a full roast dinner with chicken, potatoes,vegetables and Yorkshire pudding. Normally he would devour any kind of food given to him,but after what had been confirmed this morning his appetite still hasn't grown  back yet. Fortunately, the policewoman allowed him to leave it and head to bad,she seemed nice and was certainly the only one Matt would trust if he had to trust any of them. He decided it would be best if he called it a day and went to bed,besides,he would prefer to be in his room away from everyone else right about now. When he was laying in his bed he still found this all hard to believe,like they were all involved in a huge prank involving him,but he decided to just let it go for tonight.It took about 3 hours to get to sleep but finally he drifted off into a deep sleep.

title: The chosen 6 (part 2) (re-upload)

question: Summarize the main source of tension throughout this piece.

answer: The main source of tension is that the entire main character's family has been found dead, and police are telling him to come with them. This is shocking news and unexpected, and the man is not100% sure he believes it. This is a lot to take in and he is slightly in disbelief.

critique: The answer should mention that the police are treating him as a suspect.

question: Summarize the acts of kindness the police officers show Matt.

answer: The police officers offer Matt free hospitality and temporary housing. They also give him a full roast dinner. They allow him to leave the dinner untouched. They give him a room to sleep in.

critique: The answer should mention that the policewoman is the only one Matt trusts.

critique: "They also give him a full roast dinner." - this never happened. The police only gave him a dinner at 6:00 pm, and it wasn't a full roast dinner.

critique: The police officers also give him a bed to sleep in.

critique: It is omitted that they allowed him to call it a day and go to bed.

critique: The answer should mention that the officers are kind to him.

critique: The police officers do not give him a room to sleep in. They escort him to a cell.

question: What does the story say about the methods by which the murders were conducted?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the story does not mention anything about the methods.

critique: The answer should mention that the story does not provide any information about the methods of murder.


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Crime Fiction
5*s
Eighteen year old Chloe Emery left her father’s house and made her way home to her mother and in these earliest scenes I was left in no doubt at all that something awful is about to happen as her neighbour, Oliver Norris, offers her a lift and drops her home. She dashes inside the house out of the rain and then slowly, very slowly, she realises that all is not as it should be. The house smells funny and there is mud everywhere, only it is not mud, it’s blood.

Maeve Kerrigan has been promoted and she is now a DS, eager to prove herself in the new role and determined that Josh Derwent is going to realise she doesn’t need him treating her like a junior anymore. The pair are called to the Emery house where despite the lack of a body, a murder investigation is launched; Chloe’s mother Kate is nowhere to be found and all her belongings are still at home. This could prove to be a PR disaster for the police if Kate is not dead, but an equal one if they don’t treat it seriously enough.

Right from the off I had masses of questions, was Chloe really as slow as she seemed, and if so why was her bright younger neighbour, Bethany Norris so keen to spend so much time with her? With Chloe reluctant to tell the officers exactly where she’s been since she left her father’s house, or even why she left without saying goodbye, the police are sure they are missing some vital information. But, at least Chloe is safe staying with the Norris’s while the house is a crime scene.

We have a new younger woman on the team too, Georgina who it’s safe to say isn’t a hit with Maeve and so her efforts to impress fall somewhat flat but it takes her a while to cotton on. This is just one example of how Jane Casey gets the tone exactly right. Maeve may well not take to Georgina, but she tries. She doesn’t go for the all-out put downs but tries to temper them with some helpful advice, that way when Georgina screws up, we all know who to blame.

This is, like all the other books in the series, action packed with life-threatening moments coming not just where you expect them, at the end of the book. The pacing is immaculate, once I started this one, I really was terribly reluctant to put it down. There is intrigue as well as all the deadly sins, none as deadly as those inflicted on those who should be closest to us, our family. The casual lies, betrayals and greed are sewn deep into the very fabric of this book, and few of the minor characters come away with anything like an intact reputation which gives plenty of suspects to be suspected!

Now if you want taut plotting and a cast of characters to delight, then you don’t need to look any further, Jane Casey delivers on both. Even better there is an undercurrent of humour which serves to deflect from any of the horrific pictures your imagination may serve up, and believe me, there are plenty of such opportunities.

I was extremely lucky to be given a proof copy of Let The Dead Speak by the publishers ahead of publication date of 9 March 2017!

THE MAEVE KERRIGAN SERIES IN ORDER

The Burning
The Reckoning
The Last Girl
The Stranger You Know
The Kill
After The Fire

First Published UK: 9 MARCH 2017
Publisher: HARPERCOLLINS UK
No of Pages:  352
Genre: CRIME FICTION – SERIES
Amazon UK
Amazon US

question: What does the article say about the story's location?

answer: No answer

critique: The article does not say anything about the story's location.

critique: The answer should mention that the story takes place in London.

critique: The article does say the story is set in London.

critique: The response does not include inferred details from the article.

critique: The answer should mention that the story is set in London.

question: What does the article say about Jane Casey?

answer: Jane Casey is the author of the book. She delivers on both taut plotting and a cast of characters to delight. She gets the tone exactly right. There is an undercurrent of humor that serves to deflect from some of the horrific pictures.

critique: Doesn't mention the series of books she's written.

critique: The article does not mention that Jane Casey is the author of the book.

critique: The answer should mention the series of books.

critique: The article is a review, not an advertisement of the book.

critique: The answer should mention the book series.

question: What does the article say about Maeve Kerrigan?

answer: Maeve Kerrigan is a police detective eager to prove herself in her new role. She is determined that Josh Derwent will realize she doesn't need him treating her like a junior anymore. She is called to the Emery house, where a murder investigation is launched, despite the lack of a body.

critique: "She is called to the Emery house, where a murder investigation is launched, despite the lack of a body." - this is irrelevant and should be removed.

critique: The response is missing several details about Kerrigan.

text: The answer doesn't mention Kerrigan's recent promotion.

question: What does the article say about the story's plot?

answer: The story is about a murder investigation. The victim's daughter, Chloe, is the only one home when the police arrive. She is reluctant to tell the officers where she's been since she left her father's house. The police are sure they are missing some vital information.

critique: The answer should mention that the police are investigating the disappearance of Kate Emery.

critique: Chloe isn't the only one home when the police arrive. She runs into the house with a neighbour.

critique: The answer should mention that the police are investigating the disappearance of Chloe's mother.

critique: The answer should mention that the police suspect the missing mother is dead.


text:
The room had a bright white ceiling and floor. The walls were mirrors and the lights were hidden in a panel on the ceiling. We had a test subject stuck in there for us to experiment. He only stares at the white ceiling, oh, and back at the white floor. There was no log on the man, nothing of significance when we found him. He had been in solitary confinement for 23 years - his entire life, really. He has never seen any human being but me and my researcher, Don. Don and I have been designated to care for the man and continue to watch him until something happens. It’s immoral, disgusting, but we’re assigned to do it and it’s really quite an interesting job.

Ding.

That’s the bell. Don and I enter the room with the subject. The subject paid no attention, just doing what he usually does. Never interacted with us in any way, we don’t even know if he’s developed a language. We tried getting words from him since we met him.

“Hello! How is it? Are you feeling okay? Insane? What’s goin’ on up there, buddy?” Don continued to harass the subject into speaking. “You gonna talk? Anything ya need? Jeesh, what’s the matter with ya?”

“He’s not gonna speak Don, just leave it.”

“Well, if he isn’t going to speak, then what the hell do we do? He’s not interacting with us in anyway and it’s become a waste of our time.”

I crouched down with the subject. I opened my hand in front of him, seeing if he would shake it. Or even look at it. Don tapped my shoulders.

“I got a call, I’ll be right back.” Don left the room and sealed the door shut. I was alone with the subject now, for the first time. I still had my hand out in front of him.

“Hand.” The subject looked at my hand. “Hand.”

To my surprise, the subject spoke. I pulled my hand back and waited for something to happen.

“Hey, can you understand English?” I looked at the subject in his eyes. They looked… different.

“Yes, of course I can. You don’t think I have basic knowledge of a language? You beings have trapped me here for several times and you don’t think I captured all of your words and managed to understand them?”

“Well, you just never spoke. I’m sorry, I guess.”

“How can you be sorry when you have trapped me here for all this time? Why do you feel sorry as soon as I speak? What is it that you beings are getting out of this?”

“I, uh - well…” I didn’t have a clue as to what to say. I was completely confused and embarrassed. “It’s just my job and I -”

The door opened. Don came in and stood next to me. “So… anything? Did he speak? Or nothing as usual?”

The subject looked Don in his eyes. “Yes, I have spoken to your friend. Is there anything you would like to say to me, now that I have spoken? Your friend seems to be at lost at words.”

Don laughed and caught himself. “Oh, sorry! Yeah, actually, there is something I would like to say. What’s up with yourself? Why did you speak all of a sudden?”

The subject tilted his head and said nothing. Making the atmosphere of the room even more awkward I decided to play on my phone to stay away from their little conflict.

Don was infuriated. “So, you decided to stop speaking, huh? Like the little bitch you are. Hey, guess what? I have a little surprise for you, and I think you’re gonna like it!”

I was scared what Don was going to do next. I kept quiet and watched Don exit the room to get something. The door opened once again and someone else had entered with Don.

That someone else was the twin of the subject. The twin looked exactly like the subject, same physical features, clothes, haircut, etc.

Don pushed the twin near the subject. “Subject, meet yourself!”

I looked at Don. “Don, what are you doing?”
	“Don’t worry! I’m just introducing Subject to himself.”

The subject looked at the twin and touched it. “Is this… me?”

Don laughed. “Yep! This is your real body, brain, soul, everything really! If this thing dies, you die.”

The subject opened his eyes in shock. “Then, what am I in?”

Don continued to harass the subject. “You’re a robot! You’re just thinking from your real body, this body right here!”

The subject no longer spoke. He just stared at the twin in silence. I wanted to say something to the subject, but I couldn’t. I was eager to see why Don was doing this.”

Don pulled out a handgun. “You see, Subject, like I said: if this body dies, you die. And you have come to the point where you are virtually a waste of matter. So, why not end you, right?”

The subject still sat in silence, staring at the twin. Don pulled the cock on the handgun and aimed it at the twin’s head.

“Should I pull it? Or are you gonna prove to me you’re gonna do something?”

The subject continued to sit in silence, but no longer staring at the twin.

Don smirked. “Ha, okay… If you say sooo…” Bang. The twin fell to the ground.

The subject looked at the dead body of the twin, convinced that he, himself, had really died.

“I’m dead?” The subject touched himself everywhere, vigorously.

Neither Don nor I spoke. We just looked at him in silence, but I was in complete shock.

“What happens to me?! I still feel alive?! Why have you done this?!” The subject started to spaz out. Don and I walked back to the control room to watch the subject.

“Don, why’d you do that?” I asked.”

“He’s doing something now, isn’t he? Let’s just do this and say it was a psychological experiment.”

I was angry at Don, but the experiment had become interesting as ever. The subject started pulling on his hair, trying to bit his skin off, banging his head on the floor, and trying to rip his tongue out. He continued to yell random words such as hatchet, elephant, light, and process. Over and over.

“Okay, Don, I think we’re done with this subject.” I shut the lights off and the subject stopped.

title: [SF] Subject Testing

question: Summarize the narrator's convesation with the test subject.

answer: The test subject is in a room with a white floor and ceiling, and the walls are mirrors. The subject has been in solitary confinement for 23 years. The narrator and Don are assigned to care for the subject and watch him. They try to get the subject to speak, but he doesn't. The narrator crouches down to the subject and opens his hand in front of him, but the subject doesn't react. The subject finally speaks to the narrator and asks why the narrator feels sorry for trapping him. The subject asks the narrator what the beings are getting out of this.

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

critique: The response is missing the part where the subject asks the narrator what happens to him when he dies.

critique: This is not a conversation; it is a monologue.

critique: The narrator asks a question to which the narrator doesn't know the answer.

question: Summarize everything relating to the test subject's identity.

answer: The test subject has never interacted with the two humans who are assigned to care for him. Both Don and the narrator are confused as to the test subject's identity. Don wants to test whether the test subject is a robot, and is willing to kill the test subject to see if it dies, too. The test subject is convinced that he is dead when Don kills his twin, but he does not die. Don and the narrator are satisfied and leave.

critique: The answer omits the test subject's identity as the narrator's twin.

critique: The answer omits the test subject's name and the fact that he is a clone.

critique: The highlighted portion doesn't pertain to the test subject's identity.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: The answer omits the test subject's identity as a robot.

question: What does the story say about the purpose of the experiment?

answer: The story doesn't say anything about the purpose of the experiment.

critique: The story does say something about the purpose of the experiment.

critique: The answer is wrong. The story does say something about the purpose of the experiment.

critique: The response is inaccurate. The purpose of the experiment is to see if the subject will speak when he is alone with the narrator.

critique: It is implied that the purpose of the experiment is to see what happens when a human is placed in a room for 23 years, and then when introduced to a clone of himself, and then when the clone is killed.

critique: The story does mention the purpose of the experiment, but it is not explicitly stated.


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Hi everyone! I have always taken a liking to writing stories and recently have gotten into writing prompts. I thought I would share one that I typed up at work based off the sentence "I just had to laugh." Its loosely based off of my childhood with my brother. I would really love some feedback! Thanks everyone!
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         My brother and I grew up in a small town on the outskirts of a city called Maywood, which to us, seemed like a dead end town full of has-beens and welfare occupants. Nick, my brother who is 14, and I would get into it a lot. We were always fighting about who could have the next round on a video game, or who was going to take the blame for something we broke. It never dawned on me that the town we lived in had so much to offer, but we were about to find out soon enough, or were we?

	       I think it was a Friday when we fell upon the key that would change our lives. As usual we would walk up to the woods and hang out in the fort we had built last year. It was beautiful, to us at least, and stood about nine feet up off the ground so nothing could get us in there. We painted it red and had put some old chairs we found out in the brush up there we used to sit on and hang out. One day though we were sitting in the fort looking out over the house down the hill and he asked me, “Why have we never tried to dig for something under the fort? Maybe something awesome is down there.” I quickly dismissed the idea being as mature as I thought I was being 16 and just told him to forget about it. After a few days though, it started to bug me. It was clinging to my mind what could be down there. Treasure? Rocks? Dead people? Who knew what it could be, and so we started digging.

         It never dawned on me how hard the ground could be after not raining for a few days. Even in the middle of the summer Mother Nature could have let up on us a little bit. We had been digging for hours, and still we never hit anything so we took a break. After going to the house and back we decided to trudge on. Thrust after thrust dirt was moved and sweat replaced it. Until it happened. “DAN COME HERE!” is all I needed to hear before I ran over to my brother and saw him looking down at the hole he had dug. What I saw next took me by storm. His shovel was broken, and he was just standing there looking at it. I just had to laugh. Really, I thought to myself. This is really what he had screamed at the top of his lungs to show me? I took a double take at the shovel though, not because I just couldn’t believe it, but there was a key literally in the handle.

      	I don’t think we have looked at each other and ran to the house with something in hand so fast before. It seemed like it only took us a minute to get home when it’s usually a 30 minute hike. We threw the key on to the table and started talking back and forth in gibberish about what it could be. Upon hearing us slam into the house like a bomb hitting a target, our dad had run down the stairs to check what had happened. He took one glance at the key and instantly knew what we had found. “Where did you guys find it?” he asserted. I thought we had hit the jackpot. Even our dad was into what we had found. Those hopes were crushed though after he took it and ran off into the basement and into the coal room.

           We chased after him in pursuit of finding the meaning of the universe, or something close, only to find him kneeling next to an old safe we couldn’t ever open. He placed the key in, we could hear the tumblers locking into place, and gave the key a good twist. The door slowly opened, the room grew quite, and my brother and I expected dad to pull a gold bar out of the safe. Instead, he just stood up and sighed. He turned to us and just shrugged, “I guess your grandfather just did this thinking it would be hilarious someday.” He held out a piece of paper for us to read. It wasn’t the answers to life. It wasn’t a bank note for $1,000,000. Not even a sentimental letter expressing his love for us. Just a note with this written on it, “This is where your inheritance should be, boys.” All that trouble, digging, running, sweating, blisters, and pain just for our deceased family member to trick us like always. We all looked at each other, and just had to laugh.

title: I Just Had To Laugh

question: What is the twist in the story?

answer: The boys dig up a key to a safe, thinking it will contain their inheritance, but it turns out to be a joke.

critique: The answer should mention that the safe contains a note.

critique: It is not stated that the key turns out to be a joke.

question: Describe where the narrator lives.

answer: The narrator lives in a small town on the outskirts of a city called Maywood.

critique: The answer could be more specific about the location of the town.

question: What does the narrator's younger brother say they could do?

answer: Go dig under their fort for something.

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

critique: The answer should be more specific about what they were digging for.


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[The tomb of Louis XII of France and Anne of Brittany at the Basilique Saint-Denis, mostly by Jean Juste and his nephew Juste de Juste, who was responsible especially for the _Virtues_ at the corners. Completed 1531.]

JUSTE or GIUSTI is the name conventionally applied to a family of Italian sculptors.

Their real name was Betti, originally from the area of San Martino a Mensola, a church in Florence. GIUSTO BETTI, whose name was afterwards given to the whole family, and Andrea are the first two known to us. Neither seems to have gone out of Italy. But Andrea had three sons - Antonio or ANTOINE JUSTE (1479-1519), Andrew (born about 1483), and John or JEAN JUSTE, the best known of the house (1485-1549) - all of whom early emigrated to France and figured prominently during the Renaissance. With Francesco Laurana they stand as the most brilliant representatives and the most active emissaries of Italian art beyond the Alps. Juste de Juste (ca. 1505-ca. 1559), son of Antonio and pupil of Jean, has been widely accepted as the author of some well-known etchings of naked or écorché (flayed) male figures signed with a complicated monogram. He also worked as a stuccoist of the School of Fontainebleau under Rosso Fiorentino.[1]

As early as 1504 the three brothers were in Brittany, at Dol, executing the monument of Bishop Thomas James. Later, they separated. Antoine worked for the Cardinal d'Amboise in the castle of Gaillon; while Jean, attracted to Tours, spent a few years in the atelier of Michel Colombe, famous as the sculptor of the “Entombment” in the Abbey of Solesmes. Colombe was the last representative of the Dijon School, founded by Claus Sluter under the first dukes of Burgundy. At his school Jean Juste became imbued with the realism of Flanders, slightly softened and tempered with French delicacy. Through this combination of qualities, he created for himself a style whose charm consisted in its flexibility and complexity. At the death of Michel Colombe (1512) the Justes worked again in concert and inherited his fame. Francis I of France commissioned them to execute the mausoleum of Louis XII at St-Denis, and this occupied almost fifteen years (1516–31). But Antoine's share in this work was slight, as he died in 1519. The honour of this work belongs entirely to his brother Jean.

The original conception seems to have been Perréal's, and yet it was not wholly his. The iconography of tombs was extremely rich in France in the fifteenth century. Its main theme consists of a _gisant_ or recumbent effigy of the deceased, laid upon a funeral couch surmounting the sarcophagus, upon the sides of which a procession of mourners is represented. The most celebrated example of this style is the monument of Philip the Bold by Claus Sluter, at Champmol, Dijon (1405–10), of which there have been several variants, down to the monument of Philippe Pot (1480) in the Louvre. The tomb of Louis XII inaugurated a new tradition, or rather a colossal development of the subject. The hero is represented kneeling on a catafalque beneath which the _gisant_ appears as a naked, emaciated corpse, “such as death has made it for us”.

Jean Juste also executed the tombs of Philippe de Montmorency and of Artus Gouffier in the church of Oiron (Deux-Sèvres), that of Jean Rieux, at Ancenis, of Thomas Bohier, at St-Saturnin, Tours, and of the Abbé Louis de Crévent at the Trinité, Vendôme. He had one son, John the second, with his cousin Juste de Juste the last sculptor of the family, who died in 1577, and of whom some works are to be seen in the churches of Oiron and Champeaux.

Notes

[1] British Museum Juste de Juste. Dates from the Getty Union Artist Name List, [http://www.getty.edu/vow/ULANFullDisplay?find=Juste&role=&nation=&prev_page=1&subjectid=500099815 who have him] as “Just de Juste” and variants, but not “Juste de Juste”. The British Museum have his dates as 1505-1549. See also Fuhring, Peter, in Karen Jacobson, ed (often wrongly cat. as Georg Baselitz), _The French Renaissance in Prints_, 1994, pp. 282-286; Grunwald Center, UCLA, . There are on line images from Spamula - click on details to see whole image.

title: Juste family

question: Summarize everything related to Italy.

answer: The Juste family were originally from the area of San Martino a Mensola, a church in Florence. They were the first two known to us. Neither of them seem to have gone out of Italy. Andrea had three sons, all of whom emigrated to France and were the most brilliant representatives and the most active emissaries of Italian art beyond the Alps.

critique: 'They were the first two known to us. Neither of them seem to have gone out of Italy' is irrelevant and unnecessary.

critique: The answer should mention that the Juste family was from Italy.

text: The answer should explicitly introduce the initial two people of the family, Giusto Betti, and Andrea.

question: Summarize everything relating to religion.

answer: The Juste family were Italian sculptors. They were commissioned to execute the mausoleum of Louis XII at St-Denis. The Juste family also executed the tombs of Philippe de Montmorency and of Artus Gouffier in the church of Oiron.

critique: The Juste family's religious affiliations are not mentioned.

critique: The Juste family were commissioned to execute the mausoleum of Louis XII at St-Denis. The Juste family also executed the tombs of Philippe de Montmorency and of Artus Gouffier in the church of Oiron.

critique: Install Abbey of Solesmes for better context

critique: The response is missing the part about the Juste family's work in the church of Oiron and Champeaux.

text: The answer should mention that the Juste family came from San Martino a Mensola, a church in Florence.

question: What does this article say about the defining features of the Renaissance art style?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the article does not mention any defining features of the Renaissance art style.

critique: The answer should mention that the article does not mention any defining features.

text: Since the Juste family is an important part of the Renaissance, the answer should mention their styles as an example of potential defining features.

question: Summarize everything related to offspring.

answer: Andrea had three sons: Antonio, Andrew, and John. Antonio had a son, Juste de Juste, who was a pupil of Jean. Jean had a son, John the second, with his cousin Juste de Juste the last sculptor of the family.

critique: The last sentence is incorrect. Jean had one son, John the second, with his cousin Juste de Juste the last sculptor of the family.

critique: The response should include that John the second was the last sculptor of the family.

critique: A genealogical summary of the Juste family is beyond the scope and in the interest of this text.


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KIMBERLEE GREEN (born 5 March 1986 in Sydney, Australia) is a former Australian international netball player. Green was the captain of the Giants Netball team in the Suncorp Super Netball league and represented the Australian national netball team on 74 occasions.[1]

Biography

Green is the daughter of South Sydney Rabbitohs footballer Michael Green and Olympic & Commonwealth Games swimmer Denise Langford;[2] her great-grandfather is former New South Wales politician Fred Green. She is also married to New South Wales Blues cricketer Trent Copeland.[3]

Green played six years in the Commonwealth Bank Trophy, for the Sydney Swifts and AIS Canberra Darters.[4] With the start of the ANZ Championship, Green signed with Sydney franchise the New South Wales Swifts, which won the inaugural championship in 2008. Later that year, she was selected for the Australian Netball Diamonds team.[5] During her international career, Green has won a bronze medal at the 2009 World Netball Series in Manchester, and a silver medal at the 2010 Commonwealth Games in Delhi, a gold medal at the 2011 World Netball Championships in Singapore and a gold medal at the 2014 Commonwealth Games in Glasgow.

In 2011, for the first time for Australia, Green played at the Wing Defence (WD) position in the first of three tests against Jamaica. In 2014 Green was named in the Australian Netball Team to compete at the 2014 Commonwealth Games who went on to win gold. Green went on to captain NSW Swifts in the 2014 season. After the 2015 Netball World Cup, which Green was part of as a gold-medallist with Australia, she announced her retirement from international netball.[6]

In 2017, she was appointed inaugural captain of the Giants Netball team. She suffered a season-ending ACL injury in the Giants' round five win over the Adelaide Thunderbirds in Canberra.[7] She returned to captain the Giants to a preliminary final in the 2018 season.[8] On 22 August 2019, Green announced her retirement from professional netball.[9]

Awards

-   2014 ANZ Championship joint-MVP[10]
-   2014 FOXTEL ANZ Championship All-Star Team (WA)
-   2013-2014 QBE NSW Swifts Most Valued Player
-   2011-2014 NSW Swifts' Members' Player of the Year
-   2010 NSW Swifts' Players' Player

Netball Career Facts

-   2015 World Championship gold medal
-   2014 Australian Netball Diamonds Captain (England Series)
-   2014 Australian Netball Diamonds Commonwealth Games Netball Gold Medal
-   2014 Australian Netball Diamonds Vice-Captain
-   2014 NSW Swifts Captain
-   2013 Australian Netball Diamonds Vice-Captain in two-test Malawi Queens series
-   2012-2013 NSW Swifts co-Captain
-   2011 World Championship gold medal (extra-time)
-   2010 Commonwealth Games silver medallist (double extra-time)
-   2008 ANZ Championship victory with the NSW Swifts (inaugural season)
-   2006-2007 CBT Champions

Personal Life

Green married NSW cricketer Trent Copeland in August 2012. In June 2020, the couple announced on Instagram that they were expecting their first child, due in December 2020.

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title: Kimberlee Green

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

answer: Green is the daughter of South Sydney Rabbitohs footballer Michael Green and Olympic & Commonwealth Games swimmer Denise Langford. Her great-grandfather is former New South Wales politician Fred Green. She is also married to New South Wales Blues cricketer Trent Copeland.

critique: The answer should mention that Green is expecting her first child.

question: What does the text say about Green's education?

answer: No answer

critique: The text does not mention anything about Green's education.

critique: There is no answer because the text does not say anything about Green's education.

critique: It is omitted that there is no information about Green's education.

critique: The answer should mention that Green's education is not discussed in the text.