text:
You're working at a corner store during the summer to save money for when you have to go back to college in August. It's not a hard job. Ring items up. Put them in a bag. When it's time to go home you turn off the lights and lock up the store. It's not much but it's a job.

You're not quite an adult, not quite a boy. Sure, you're legally an adult, but you don't pay bills. You're really only working at this place so you can afford to have fun when you go back to school. You have about an hour left on your shift, and you're spending it watching soap operas you can't understand and eating candy bars you haven't paid for. That's when he walks in the door.

This is the guy that made your childhood a living hell. He's not quite an adult, not quite an child, but he's more of an adult than you. He's the same age as you. Same grade. You haven't seen him in years, but you've heard some things. You know he got married out of high school, and was divorced soon after. You know he has a kid that he struggles to support. And just looking at him you know you're far better off than him. Finally.

You see this guy in front of you. The reason why you chose to walk three miles to school instead of take the bus. The reason why you faked sick so many days back in middle school, and the reason you ditched so many classes in high school. You see this guy in front of you, and you can't help but be a little happy. You can see the gap of time from when you last saw each other hasn't been kind to him. He's fat now. He looks dirty. His clothes are the same ones that he wore in high school only worn down with time. He still has hair only now it just sits in a tangled heap on top of his head. He has a beard that looks like it's there because he can't afford to shave. And even his voice sounds like it's degraded. If you hadn't known him before now you might have mistaken him for a bum wandering in the store for some alcohol.

Which isn't too far off.

This man that made you kneel in dog shit in elementary school. This guy who used to take your lunch money. This guy who would make fun of you until you cried is walking up in down the aisles of the store. He makes his way to the alcohol section and starts combing over the different selection of beers.

He's taking a while so you let your mind wander for a bit. You think of those women in those soap operas you can't understand. How you wouldn't mind having women like *that* at your school. You think about what it would be like to act on one of those shows. You think about how you used to love acting in school plays when you were younger until this homeless looking guy looking for beer in your store harassed you about it. How he'd call you a faggot or queer. How he caused you to have such bad anxiety when you tried to act that you simply couldn't do it anymore. You think of nervous you felt when he was around that he caused you to stutter. Which of course only led to more insults.

This guy who used to beat the shit out of you anytime he could. This guy who told all your friends that they were losers for hanging out with you finally chooses his beer and brings it to your cash register. And of course it's one of those bad beers. Six beers for six dollars. And of course it's beer.

Cheap beer.

High school beer.

And as your ringing him up you think of how much fun you used to have at parties until he started showing up. Until he held you under his arm and poured beer over your head in front of the whole party. You think of how many parties you must have missed because of that incident.

And this guy who made you the self-conscious, self-loathing wreck you are today asks for a pack of cigarettes too. Of course he wants cigarettes. And as you ring him up you can smell the quality of his life. Cigarette smoke, alcohol,  and body odor. His smell is his life. And as he goes to reach in his wallet you can't help, but notice a couple of his fingers are missing. Partially. The last joint on his index and middle finger. The second joint on his ring. Gone. And of course he can't help but notice you noticing.

Construction accident.

These words he mutters under his breath before he collects his things and turns to leave. And for a moment you feel bad for him. You pity him. He makes you hate him more, because you can't really hate him. And as he turns to leave he asks you a questions that takes away all the pity you just had for him.

*Do you have any jobs available?*

This man who made cry most nights out of fear during elementary school. This guy who is the reason your parents wanted to sign you up for therapy. This guy who made you contemplate ending your life in high school is asking you for a fucking job. Your fucking job.

And you take a moment to take it in. A thousand different responses flood your brain, but it's difficult to select the right one. So you decide to answer his question with a question.

*Do you know who I am?*

You ask wanting a response, but not expecting an answer. And the man pauses for a moment before answering. He looks at your face. Into your eyes. He looks at you with a blank expression on his face before answering no.

title: Bully

question: What does the story say about the school the narrator goes to?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention the relationship between the bully and the narrator.

critique: The response misses to mention that the narrator goes to college.

question: What does the story say about the narrator?

answer: The narrator is working at a corner store during the summer to save money for when they go back to college in August. They are not quite an adult, not quite a boy. They are legally an adult, but they don't pay bills. They are really only working at the store so they can afford to have fun when they go back to school.

critique: The narrator is also affected by the bully from their childhood. Ensure that this is brought up in the response as well.

question: In what ways did the bully negatively affect the narrator's childhood?

answer: The bully made the narrator's childhood a living hell. He made the narrator kneel in dog shit in elementary school. He took the narrator's lunch money. He made fun of the narrator until he cried. He caused the narrator to have anxiety when he tried to act. He caused the narrator to stutter. He beat the narrator anytime he could. He told the narrator's friends that they were losers for hanging out with him. He caused the narrator to be a self-conscious, self-loathing wreck. He made the narrator contemplate ending his life in high school.

critique: Doesn't mention that the bully harassed the narrator at parties.

critique: The narrator's response to the bully's question is omitted.

critique: The narrator's anxiety and stutter are not necessarily caused by the bully.

critique: It is omitted that he harassed the narrator about acting in high school.

critique: The narrator contemplated suicide in high school, not elementary school.

critique: The narrator's life was not ended by the bully.

critique: "He caused the narrator to be a self-conscious, self-loathing wreck. He made the narrator contemplate ending his life in high school." - redundant and should be removed.

question: How does the narrator's sentiment towards the bully change over the course of the story?

answer: The narrator is initially angry at the bully for being a bad person and causing them so much pain. The narrator feels bad for the bully when they notice that the bully has lost some of his fingers. The narrator then feels pity for the bully when he asks for a job.

critique: The narrator's sentiment towards the bully does not change.

critique: The narrator's feelings towards the bully are not explicitly stated.

critique: The change in sentiment is in the opposite order

critique: While the narrator does feel pity for the bully, it is not expressed at the end of the story.

critique: The narrator's sentiment towards the bully does not change over the course of the story.

critique: The narrator's sentiment towards the bully doesn't change.


split: train

text:
[Wow! Make this washable Valentine plate with scrapbook paper by using dishwasher safe Mod Podge!]

You can knock me over with a feather. Well, almost.

I recently learned that there is a special Mod Podge. One that make craft projects dishwasher safe!

Imagine that!

So of course I had to give it a try. Of course!

Since it is so close to Valentine’s Day, I decided to make a Valentine plate — a plate that I can use to serve up yummy Valentine cookies!

Here’s what you’ll need for this project:

-   A plain glass plate from the dollar store
-   Valentine scrapbook paper
-   Special Mod Podge (it has a blue label and says that it is dishwasher safe)
-   Foam brush
-   Waxed paper

[Here are the supplies that you'll need.]

First, spread some Mod Podge on the back of the plate. When you have a good coat on it, put the plate upside down on a piece of waxed paper.

[Spread Mod Podge on the back of the plate.]

Then, spread some Mod Podge on the FRONT side of the scrapbook paper. Yup, you read that right. Put it on the side with the design on it.

Place the front side of the paper to the back side of the plate. (This is so the pattern of the paper can be seen.)

Gently press the paper to the plate. Because the plate is curved, you will get some wrinkles in the paper. You can either accept the wrinkles or you could make some cuts into the paper to make it lay flat.

I didn’t care about the wrinkles. They weren’t obvious. I suppose if the pattern on the paper wasn’t so ‘busy’ that wrinkles might be more noticeable.

[Put the front of the scrap book paper on the back side of the plate.]

Let the plate dry 2-3 hours. When it is dry, cut the excess paper off.

[Wow! Make this washable Valentine plate with scrapbook paper by using dishwasher safe Mod Podge!]

Ta da! You’re almost finished.

Apply 2-3 more coats of Mod Podge making sure that you wait 2-3 hours between applications. Also, make sure that the edges of the paper is glued snugly down to the plate. It would be horrid to have water get under an unglued spot and ruin the paper on your lovely Valentine plate.

[Here's the finished plate.]

Isn’t that plate a cutie?

[Here's the finished plate full of cookies.]

When I use it to serve sugar cookies, everything looks so delicious — both the plate and the cookies!

[Yum! I love sugar cookies!]

The label on the Mod Podge said to wait 28 days before washing the item in the dishwasher. Twenty-eight days?!?

Of course I couldn’t wait that long to use it. So, I’m just using it with food that won’t really get the plate dirty. I’ll just wipe off the plate with a damp wash cloth until the 28 days are past.

Now let’s think about this craft for a moment. You could make a plate for any holiday — St. Patrick’s Day, Easter, 4th of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas.

It would be fun to do a birthday plate that you used for your grandchildren’s birthday.

Your granddaughters could use a small salad plate and a fun scrapbook paper to make a dish to hold jewelry. She could put it on a glass for a special drinking glass at your house. She could put it on the outside of a vase for flowers. She could put it on a tray that you get from a thrift store for a snazzy serving tray.

The possibilities are endless!

question: What does the text say about dishwashers?

answer: The text says that there is a special Mod Podge that is dishwasher safe. This means that you can make a craft project, such as a Valentine plate, and then wash it in the dishwasher without the Mod Podge coming off. The Mod Podge is a special glue that is dishwasher safe.

critique: The Mod Podge is dishwasher safe, not the Valentine plate.

critique: The answer makes it sound like the dishwasher is the only way to wash the plate, which is not the case.

question: Summarize what the text says about uses for dishwasher safe Mod Podge.

answer: The author of the text uses the dishwasher safe Mod Podge to make a Valentine's Day plate. They also suggest using it to make a birthday plate for grandchildren, a special drinking glass, a vase, and a serving tray.

critique: It's omitted that the dishwasher safe Mod Podge can be used for other holidays, such as St. Patrick's Day, Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas. The dishwasher safe Mod Podge can also be used for a craft that girls can make using scrapbook paper.

critique: The answer should mention that the author also suggests using it to make a plate for other holidays.

question: What does the text say about tie dye?

answer: No answer

critique: Does not mention that the article does not mention tie dye.

critique: The answer should mention that the text does not mention tie dye.

question: What does the text say about birthday cake?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer given is inaccurate, however there is no direct answer for the question in the text.

critique: The answer should mention that the text doesn't mention birthday cake.

critique: The article mentions a birthday plate that can be used for a birthday cake.

critique: The answer could mention that the craft could be used for a birthday cake.


text:
A DEPARTURE CARD, also known as an OUTGOING PASSENGER CARD or EMBARKATION CARD, is a legal document used by immigration authorities to provide passenger identification and an effective record of a person’s departure from certain countries.[1] It also serves as a declaration in relation to health and character requirements for non-citizens entering a particular country.[2] The departure card can come attached with its corresponding arrival card with the former being retained in the passport after passport control clearance. The card is then surrendered to passport control upon departure.

Information on the card itself

[Outgoing Passenger Card from Australia] [The Singapore embarkation card contains a warning to visitors about the death penalty. Warning signs are found at the Malaysia-Singapore border and airports] Typically the information on the departure card includes

-   Full name
-   Nationality
-   Passport number
-   Flight number or name of aircraft, ship or vehicle
-   Purpose of trip: vacation, education/study, visiting relatives/families, business, diplomatic
-   Duration of stay
-   Destination (next stop of disembarkation)
-   Address in country

Travelers are also required to sign, date and declare the information is true, correct and complete.

Passengers on international flights required to fill in departure cards need a valid boarding pass and Passport to proceed through immigration checkpoints.

Retirement, exemption and integration with arrival card

ASEAN

Depending on the jurisdiction, an immigrant will be issued a card that both has an arrival and departure portion where both share a common serial/control number to facilitate identification. The traveller is usually required to retain the latter in his passport and use that same card to exit the country. Some jurisdictions that have this system are Hong Kong, Macau, Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia, USA, Brazil and Thailand. Hong Kong and Macau have the departure portion as a carbon copy of the landing card but the flight number, next destination and signature are left blank while the latter six have a shorter portion for departure cards which require less information, but they are joined together as with other to enable immigration officers to tear off one portion as with most ASEAN nations.

For a short time between 2009 and 2010, the Philippines also had a card with portions pertaining to arrival and departure. All passengers, regardless of nationality, are required to fill out the arrival portion and immigrants were required to retain the departure portion. Filipino citizens on the other hand would fill out a separate departure card on their next flight leaving the Philippines. Later in 2011, the Bureau of Immigration reverted to the older cards. In 2014, the Bureau of Immigration switched to the new color-coded cards, with the arrival card being blue, and the departure card being red. In 2018, the looks of the card, along with the color-coding was changed, with the arrival card being red, and the departure card being green. Since 2014, the Bureau of Immigration only required Filipino citizens to complete departure cards, while foreigners/visitors to only complete arrival cards.

From September 16, 2017, departure/arrival card are no longer required for Thais to leave/enter Thailand through immigration check-points.[3][4]

Australia

Departure cards were completely retired across Australia on 1 July 2017 marking the end of a procedure that has been in place for aircraft and ship departures since the 1960s. Before that in March 2015 Brisbane Airport offer its passengers to use an app to print departure cards at Departure Card Kiosks within its international terminal.[5] Over the years the cards were refined (made smaller) and used different designs. Up until the 2000s departure cards were also stamped with an immigration departure date and port stamp along with the travellers passport.[6]

India

From July 2017, Indians flying out of India are exempted from filling the departure card. The exemption is only applicable for travel through airports only.[7]

USA

In the United States, the most common example of this is the Form I-94. Prior to its digitization in 2013, the departure portion of a paper I-94 form must be retained by the passenger at all times during their stay (passport control officers would usually staple this portion to the passport). As the US is one of the few countries that doesn't have a formal passport control for departing passengers, visitors would need to return the card through the staff at the departing carrier's check-in counter at the airport (if leaving by air) or to border officers (if leaving by land). After its digitalization in 2013, the paper I-94 is phased out for all air and sea arrivals, while at the land border officers continue to issue paper I-94 which is now linked to the database.

[1]

[2] New Zealand Passenger Departure Card - Questionnaires and Forms - Statistics New Zealand

[3] http://www.ratchakitcha.soc.go.th/DATA/PDF/2560/E/227/1.PDF

[4] http://www.ratchakitcha.soc.go.th/DATA/PDF/2560/A/095/1.PDF

[5]

[6]

[7] http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/departure-cards-for-indian-passengers-flying-abroad-to-be-discontinued-from-july/articleshow/59206036.cms

title: Departure card

question: Why are citizens sometimes exempted from filling departure cards when traveling?

answer: The Bureau of Immigration in the Philippines exempts citizens from filling departure cards when traveling. The reason for this is not stated in the text.

critique: The reason is not stated in the text, but it is stated in the text that the Philippines no longer requires the cards.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

critique: This response gave a nation as an answer, while the article just gave information.

critique: There is no direct evidence that it is the Bureau of Immigration that exempts citizens from filling departure cards.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The Philippines are not exempted from filling departure cards.

critique: The Philippines are not the only country to exempt citizens.


text:
He sat silently in his bedroom with the shades pulled down and the lights switched off. It was afternoon, so this failed to create the effect of complete darkness. Rather, it caused a bluish dimness to permeate the room. How dramatic, he mused, but it soon passed from his mind, replaced by a shade of some other train of thought.

It was only a shade because he had never truly had a fully formed thought about it. ‘It’ was an emotionally destructive event that had happened only a day prior. The thoughts he had had about it weren’t full in that they lacked any amount of emotion; they were totally logical, totally reasonable.

He was no stranger to such a thing; this had happened to him a number of times before in similar situations, but an emotional shock had always come a few hours later. Not this time. The fact that it had been a full day and nothing of the sort had transpired was enough for him to know the shock would never come.

The event was that his girlfriend had broken up with him. Naturally, the few people he had informed had given him plenty of advice on the matter. “There are other fish in the sea”; “Don’t give up! You can get her back!”; “Don’t be too sad”.

‘There are other fish in the sea’ was entirely obvious. The boy knew he would eventually find someone else, forget about his old girlfriend, and be happy. He knew that there was no such thing as “the one”.

‘Don’t give up! You can get her back!’ was foolish: no he couldn’t. The only way she would want to be with him again would be if she made the decision of her own accord. People were stubborn. Unwavering. Illogical. Their minds could not be changed on these matters.

‘Don’t be too sad’ was the most curious. Its stupidity and uselessness aside, the boy seemed to be following it of his own accord with his aforementioned lack of emotional thoughts. He had felt no rush of sadness, of helplessness or of desperation. His sadness had been private, internal. Its effects on his behavior were nothing more than some tiredness, and perhaps a tendency not to laugh as hard at jokes. Anyone who was unaware what had happened would assume he was just low on sleep; not that an event of immense consequence had just occurred in his life. Quiet sadness.

The boy knew from experience (both personal and of others) that ‘getting over a breakup’ typically involves a feeling of superiority, of maturing, of scorning your former partner. This was foolish, he felt. It was natural, and he had nearly given into it, but he had stopped himself. Perhaps he was above her, but not by all that much. He tried his best not to think any lower of her than she objectively deserved.
The silhouette of a tree outside his window shone through the shades. He stared as it danced in the wind for half a minute, then blinked.
Seemingly out of nowhere, the words ‘stupid bitch’ entered his mind, but he shook them off. There it is again, he thought; that unrelenting desire to show himself that it didn’t matter. That she was inconsequential, and that the prior event had been a fortunate one. But it hadn’t been. And he knew that he could never truly ‘get over her’ unless he accepted that it had indeed been a bad occurrence.
And she truly was not a stupid bitch. She was a wonderful, intelligent girl, who had been nearly perfect for him. And yet, she possessed a select few qualities that made the two of them incompatible. It was a terrible shame.

At that moment, his mother opened his bedroom door, bringing in light from the hallway, “There you are, sweetie. I’ve been looking for you. What are you doing in here all by yourself?”

“Nothing, Mom. I was just going to go mow the lawn.”

She smiled, nodded and left the room. The boy followed a few moments later, and went to get the mower.

title: Quiet Sadness

question: Summarize the narrator's responses to his friends' advice.

answer: The narrator is not surprised by the advice he received from his friends after his girlfriend broke up with him. He already knew that he would eventually find someone else, forget about his old girlfriend, and be happy. He also knew that there was no such thing as "the one". The advice he received was foolish because he knew that the only way his girlfriend would want to be with him again was if she made the decision of her own accord. He also knew that he could never truly "get over her" unless he accepted that it had indeed been a bad occurrence.

critique: The narrator's response to the advice he received is not fully expressed.

critique: The narrator's response to the advice is not relevant to the question.

critique: This response is a direct copy of the passage and should be edited.

critique: The response should include the advice to "not be too sad" because it was the most interesting to the narrator.

critique: The narrator's response to the advice he received is omitted.

critique: The narrator isn't surprised by the advice he received. He's in a depressed state and has no emotional reaction to the advice he receives.

critique: The narrator's response to the advice he received was not to give up on getting his girlfriend back.

question: What does the text say about the reasons contributing to the breakup?

answer: No answer

critique: The text does not explicitly state the reasons for the breakup, but it does mention that the two were incompatible.

question: What does the text say about the narrator's ex-girlfriend?

answer: She is described as a wonderful, intelligent girl who was nearly perfect for him, but they possess a few qualities that make them incompatible. She's not a stupid bitch, but the narrator has some negative feelings towards her. The narrator wants to get over her by not showing that she is inconsequential and that the prior event was a fortunate one.

critique: The narrator's ex-girlfriend is not described as a wonderful, intelligent girl who was nearly perfect for him.

critique: The last line lumps together some ideas, "want to get over her by not showing," which are quite minor into the same point. The last sentence can be cut.

question: Summarize the primary source of tension in the story.

answer: The primary source of tension in the story is the narrator's ex-girlfriend breaking up with him. He is struggling to deal with the emotional pain of the breakup. He knows he will eventually get over it, but he is having a hard time dealing with the emotional pain of the breakup. He is struggling to accept the reality of the situation.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator is struggling to accept that he is sad.

critique: The response contains repetitive information.


text:
Us four sat ensuring my stay.
In conversation, Rick was indirectly called a liar by Rob and Megan
because of me.
The price of being a father.
Any words spoken to him sounded like "Liar".
Any words spoken to me were in question.
As if I was being interrogated.
I had nothing to say unless asked.
The house was a mansion.
My cousin played the role of Keith Cozart.
I looked forward to good times as the house was left mostly
unattended.
As we spoke my mind wandered into flashbacks and daydreams.
Rob was showing me the room where I was going to stay.
There were many rooms and hallways.
Some rooms were connected by doors and weren't connected to hallways.
I opened a door to a bathroom and there was someone in the bathtub.
At first I laughed and looked away but Rob quicly put his arm around me and
led me away, and as he did I caught another quick glimpse of the bathtub and
noticed that it was a body. I was shocked and Rob started to remind me that I
didn't see anything that there was no one there. I instantly protested to
staying in the adjacent room which was where we were headed. I threatened to say
what I saw if forced to stay there. I was led away. The confusion and
unknowingness turned into fear and Plan. We returned downstairs and played it
off, acting as if that didn't happen. Later I spoke with Rob's sister about
what I had seen and she told me that it was not infact a body but pieces of
bodies that were created from insecurities. That she herself had created some
of the pieces that were in the bathtub. We walked and talked. I thought about
what I heard. Generations of insecurities brought about what was in the
bathtub. They all knew. Did Rick know? Did Megan know? I didn't know.
Who was it? Was it one of their own. We ended up back at the bathroom and I
looked in again and what I saw shocked me to the point that I couldn't clearly
make out what it was. Was it a body or was it pieces? It was entirely
underneath the water. I faked emotion and accepted the pieces of insecurities
and agreed to stay in the adjacent room. It was the only way to survive.
I spent most of the first week alone in the room.
I heard them speaking about me. About how I spent time alone.
I was genuinely afraid. The first chance I would take it.
It was a Saturday. I had stolen a few grams of Rob's cocaine and
over the course of 2 days had made it injectable with no one knowing.
The owner of the mansion, the famous Dr. Bob, had syringes in the
downstairs bathroom. Everyone left late in the night.
The only ones left were Rob and Megan. Who were passed out. I stabbed Rob with
the needle and injected it. As he woke and saw me he knew what my
intentions were but could not prevent them as the high almost instantly kicked
in and he fell into a euphoric state. Megan didn't even wake up.
The thought crossed my mind. Did she know about the bathtub? Had she noticed the
change in my behavior? I weighed the risk of foiling my Plan in my mind before
deciding to leave her behind as I escaped into the night. I stole a car from
the mansions garage and left leaving no trace of where I was going.
The insecurity of being insecure. Being insecure was my only security, the
only thing that led me to escape the fate that awaited me. Where all others had
failed and gave in to become part of the fate themselves I had broken free.

title: the fate that awaited

question: Summarize Megan's descent into madness.

answer: No answer

critique: Megan is not described as descending into madness.


text:
He’d been thinking a lot lately.  The only conclusion he’d come to was that thinking was clearly dangerous.  An activity which should be engaged in only under duress, or when otherwise absolutely necessary.  He wondered what it was that attracted people to it.  IT didn’t appear to get him anywhere that was for sure.  In fact all it ever seemed to do was confuse..

The metro car was filled with about a dozen people - a pretty blond in a floral patterned dress, a less pretty brunette in a tight business suit, and a number of boring looking men of various ages and weights.  Everyone in the car was frowning.  The D.C. frown as he liked to call it.  The inward focused intense frown of someone who’s grinding away a job they have worked their whole life for but don’t really believe in.  The frown of bureaucrats and DOD contractors.  He wondered when it would happen to him, and glancing at his reflection in the window realized it already had.

When?  He thought and quickly admonished himself.  Better to loosen the muscles and move on than think.  Thinking was dangerous.  The frown lines were saddening though.

A stop was called out which he knew to be his, but he didn’t get off.  There wasn’t any reason for it, not one speck of reason at all really, but he rode the train out.  He remained unmoved as the stops were called out and people flowed slowly out of the car “Fort Totten” - rang the unusually clear voice of the conductor, “College Park” it said some time later.

His name was Barron.  He had  a first name, but there were a lot of other people in the office who shared it.  Better to use his last exclusively where possible. It was almost never an issue though, people rarely used his name anymore. Even the bartenders knew him visually now and didn’t need to be told when he asked to close his tab.  That was one good bit about his burgeoning alcoholism.  That and the lowering sex drive - he’d been really wild for a while there and after a couple of scares with various STD’s was glad for the excuse to limit his promiscuity.

“Greenbelt” mumbled the car’s operator, while the lights flashed on and off, repeatedly.  There wasn’t anyone else on the train.  “This train is no longer in service, I repeat this train is no longer in service”.

A auburn haired woman was fleeing from him, first up stairs, then out windows, via horse drawn buggies and cars, boats and airplanes.  Always giggling and turning with smiles, egging him to catch her, but always just out of reach.  Exotic lands blew through his minds eye, and fortunes were spent in the chase, men and women alike were crushed under his feet as he strove for her and yet still she was always just beyond him.  Finally his hand reached out and was a mere inch from hers - At Last he would have her, his love…..

His head bounced up, eyes wide and confused while he slowly realized he was sitting in the off black of near light-lessness..  He reached a hand over and found tbe computer bag.  It was stained with food and other less knowable substances and had very little going for it save that it’s low price point - free.
After a moment or two of collection, bones and muscles moved together to list his body upright.  He was unusually stiff and achey and began to wonder just  how long he’d been asleep.

No one paid him any mind as he wandered around the train yard, idly investigating wheels and other things he didn’t know the name ofs.  The vocabulary to describe what he saw was severely lacking, and what was saved were fantasy images of machinery.  The soft black of rubber was remembered most vividly - it was something he was familiar with at least.  After several hours he wandered away from the train yard and found a cab home.  It was very expensive.

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Breakfast consisted of a bagel.  Sometimes eggs or sausage, but generally a single bagel.  He would pump his body full of protein shakes, unseasoned chicken, whey protein and bananas later in the day but for breakfast it he was a slave to routine.  In the early evenings on alternate days he would run - usually around six miles.  The remaining days were gym days - brazilian jiu jitsu, boxing and greco roman wrestling were his favorites.  He would mix in Muay Thai occasionally but his shins would hurt too much for his runs.  In the intervening time he would read, drink alcohol and do various recreational drugs.  If he wasn’t engaged in any of the above activities he was at work.

	“You’ve been with us for awhile now.”

Days blend.   It’s what happens as you age.

	“You’ll be taking on more responsibility.”

	I’m excited for the opportunity.

	“I want to make sure you’ve got all the support you need.”

	I’ll make sure to reach out when I need it.

	“We’re looking forward to seeing what you do here.”

	Me too. I’ll make sure we do an excellent job..

It didn’t come with a raise.

title: First page or two of something I've recently started working on...

question: What does the story say about finding the perfect job?

answer: No answer

question: What does the story say about the narrator's views on thinking?

answer: The narrator believes that thinking is dangerous and should only be engaged in under duress or when absolutely necessary. He wonders what it is that attracts people to it. He thinks that thinking doesn't get him anywhere and only confuses him.

critique: The narrator's views on thinking are not explicitly stated in the story.

critique: The response should include that the narrator believes that thinking is dangerous and should only be engaged in under duress or when absolutely necessary.

question: What does the story say about why the narrator's train ride?

answer: The narrator is riding the train and riding it out without getting off at his stop. He doesn't have any reason for doing this, but he does it anyway. He rides the train all the way to its final stop, where he gets off.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The narrator does not reach the final stop; the train is no longer in service.

critique: The answer is not accurate. The narrator does not get off at the final stop.

question: What does the story say about the narrator?

answer: The narrator is named Barron. He's a young man with a good physique and a love for the gym and sports. He's an alcoholic and his sex drive is low. He's a loner and his only friend is a bartender. He's a computer programmer.

critique: The narrator is not a loner. He has coworkers.

critique: The narrator is not a computer programmer.

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

critique: It's omitted the narrator rides the train home extravagantly and subsequently has a meal of a bagel and eggs.

critique: The response could include more details about the narrator.

critique: The response is missing the part where the narrator is on a train and falls asleep.


text:
UW and the community  |  UW News blog

May 18, 2018

[Student veterans and other volunteers place nearly 7,400 flags on the HUB lawn to recognize the number of U.S. veterans who died by suicide in one year.]

Student veterans and other volunteers place nearly 7,400 flags on the HUB lawn to recognize the number of U.S. veterans who died by suicide in one year.Dennis Wise/U. of Washington

For the past three years, a striking visual statement has marked Memorial Day on the University of Washington campus: thousands of miniature flags dotting the HUB lawn.

The first year, student veterans placed hundreds of flags as a solemn gesture to underscore the significance of the holiday. The next year, the office of Student Veteran Life placed some 4,400 flags, to recognize the number of soldiers killed in the Iraq War. And in 2017, more than 5,800 flags honored the fallen in Vietnam – one flag for every 10 U.S. deaths.

This year, nearly 7,400 flags will mark the number of veterans who died by suicide in 2014 (the most recent year for which statistics are available). The display, along with a series of events beginning May 21, is meant to call attention to veteran mental health issues and the ways friends and loved ones can respond.

These statistics aren’t simply data points, said Sam Powers, director of the UW office of Student Veteran Life. In 2017, two student veterans at the UW died by suicide.

“Instead of ignoring it and pretending it doesn’t happen here, we thought we’d open that dialogue,” said Powers, an Air Force veteran who served in Iraq and Afghanistan. “We want to make sure that the resources are known, that veterans have a family here, and that this is a safe place for them to be.”

Veteran mental health has gained increasing attention in recent years. A 2014 study found that nearly one in four active-duty service members suffered from a mental health condition. In addition, statistics from the Veterans Administration show that veterans also have a higher rate of post-traumatic stress disorder than the general population. The risk of suicide among veterans is 22 percent higher than for civilian adults, according to the VA.

The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline is at 1-800-273-8255. Press 1 for veterans.

At the UW, the office of Student Veteran Life was established in 2016 as a way to formalize a student group and provide programs and services beyond financial aid and other administrative needs. Funding was just renewed, for example, for the second year of a psychologist dedicated to serving veterans at the campus Counseling Center.

This academic year, a little more than 1,000 veterans – members of the reserves or National Guard, those who have been discharged or on active duty – are enrolled at UW’s Seattle campus. About three-fourths are male, and their average age is a decade older than the typical undergraduate: 33. Student Veteran Life’s office in the HUB sees at least three dozen veterans a day, from those who stop in with a question to those who like to hang out for hours with friends.

The weeklong build-up to Memorial Day is one of the largest community-oriented events that Student Veteran Life sponsors each year. In addition to the flag laying, there is a photo exhibit; a workshop geared toward faculty and staff on spotting students, especially student veterans, in crisis; and a session on coping strategies with the UW Resilience Lab and Forefront Suicide Prevention, “Coming Back from the Ledge” for student and alumni veterans.

“Our intention is to acknowledge barriers that may develop for student veterans, while simultaneously not perpetuating the stereotype that all veterans are broken,” Powers said. “Veterans bring amazing strengths to our university.”

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For more information, visit the office of Student Veteran Life website, email vetlife@uw.edu or call 206-221-0830.

Tag(s): Forefront • Sam Powers • Student Veteran Life

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question: Summarize everything related to the motivation behind the Memorial Day display.

answer: The display is meant to call attention to veteran mental health issues and the ways friends and loved ones can respond. It is meant to open a dialogue about veteran mental health and make sure veterans have a family and a safe place to be.

critique: The response should include that the display is meant to call attention to the number of veterans who died by suicide in 2014.

question: What does the article say about the deaths of Iraqi soldiers?

answer: No answer

critique: The response is incorrect and should be rewritten.

critique: The article does not mention the deaths of Iraqi soldiers.

critique: The article does not mention the death of any Iraqi soldiers.

critique: The answer should mention that the article doesn't mention Iraqi soldiers.

critique: The article does talk about soldiers killed in the Iraq war.


text:
It's been two years; Everyone's confused and no body knows what to do any more. Everyone is just begging praying, for someone else to have the answers. Even our governments have lost control; even they are crying in complete confusion; no plans or back up and the whole world is confused, even the doctors, psychiatrists themselves and that's what I mean, by 'everyone'.

But I'm trying to keep it together; I have done so for the last two years. There has to be someone out their or something, anything that has the answers. I'm driving, with my child at the back seat and I'm trying my best to keep her calm, because she is scared, looking at everyone else outside, being scared and worried.

I'm determined, I will find the answers and all I can hear from everyone else is "help me please help me I'm so confused" and all over the radios, media; just cries of confusion. My car has ran out of petrol and I start to walk with my child, in my arms to a hospital near by. There has to be at least, some doctors or professionals that have kept it together.

When I get to the hospital: it's just full of people, crying sobbing and mumbling, that they are confused and don't know what to do any more, even the doctors. My daughter starts getting scared and starts to cry and I take her outside somewhere quite.

"daddy why is everyone confused?" my daughter asked crying

"they are not well honey" I tell her

"but even the doctors and other proffessional looking people are also doing the same thing and mommy she is also one of them" my daughter cried out to me

"darling listen to me, the whole world might be confused but not me ok" I tell her firmly

"ok daddy" she replies

I steal another car and going past loads of crying people; hurling out "I'm so confused I don't know what to do any more help me!" wasn't really helping me at all. I drive for hours and hours trying to find anything and I needed a break; so I get out of the car, on my own, just for a moment though. to give my self some time to think.

"I feel so confused...NO NO NO I am not confused I refuse to be confused!" I shout to my self

I get back in the car and when I drive past the white house; so many politicians and leaders yelling, that they are confused and also yelling "the world is rudderless!" and I drive on. I break into a house; so me and my daughter can sleep in and rest for the night. My daughter a sleep soundly; I think to my self constantly, very hard that there has to be something out their, when everything goes upside down, there should be a secret organisation or group, that deals with this sort of thing or is that only in the movies?

The next day I just felt terrible; for some reason and I was in a bad mood. Wherever I went or found, it was always a dead end or a complete fail. Then suddenly: I couldn't take it any more and I got out of the car, screamed angrily and then softly and quietly; started to mutter "I don't know what to do anymore I've tried everything for the last two years can you help me please help me!" my daughter becomes very scared, hearing loud and clear, at what I am saying and not even she knows what to do, because she's just a child.

"Daddy your scaring me what's wrong daddy don't be confused please!" she yells

title: Rudderless

question: What does the story say about how everybody around the protagonist and his daughter feels?

answer: No answer

critique: The response misses to mention that the protagonist and his daughter are trying to find someone that has answers to the current world situation.

critique: The answer should mention the general feeling of confusion.

critique: The answer should mention that everyone is confused.

critique: The narrator is seemingly the spokesperson for how everyone feels.

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

answer: The narrator is determined to find answers. He is trying to keep his daughter calm because she is scared. He steals another car and breaks into a house so that he and his daughter can sleep in and rest for the night. The next day, he gets out of the car and screams because he can't take it anymore. His daughter becomes very scared.

critique: "The next day, he gets out of the car and screams because he can't take it anymore. His daughter becomes very scared, hearing loud and clear, at what I am saying and not even she knows what to do, because she's just a child." - this is irrelevant and should be removed.

question: What does the story say about why everybody is confused?

answer: No answer

critique: While the text does not say why people are confused, it offers a few suggestive possibilities. The world is rudderless, no one knows what to do, and even mental health professionals are themselves confused.

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


text:
*November 21, 2077 02:33 AM*

*Allen William Brier, 1st Class Mechanical Technician aboard the Belle Celeste.*

               Wormholes, it turns out, are real. They don’t have shape or structure like a worm, but more of a layer on another layer. Coming in or out of one? I’m not sure how that feels, possibly similar to being forced hard against a wall, turning it sideways and being thrown into an unknown oblivion. There may be paths wormholes take, but all I experienced was the ship coming out, or ‘layering’ on top of us; and the damage was extraordinary.

               I am a survivor, being outside of the ship at the time, doing repairs to an external fuel tank. I do not consider myself lucky, but how I survived the explosions and splintering metal collisions...I’ll never know. A word washes over me as I move silently through space…*walking*.

               *Walking*…that word, it makes me nauseous. I think how an amputated arm might feel; reminiscent it existed, but still no tangible way to reflect its memories. *Walking*…that word meant nothing now…swimming with a sick twist knotting my stomach and complete freedom washing over my body. The non-structure heats an intrinsic need to pull my body into a fetal position. I don’t want my limbs dangling out there, and I need to feel close to myself. I was all I had left to grasp. Arms pressed, knitted tightly across my chest, the suit wouldn’t allow them to get closer than six inches to my body, but I try to pull them close, holding them tightly; until my muscles scream at me. I refuse to let go. I try to bring my legs up to my chest and grip the slippery suit with my arms, which is no good, the suit is too bulky...so all I can muster is my knees bent and legs crossed.

               Memories leak out, of a dark tunnel in a water park, the water gushing past and my body sliding up the walls, being in a fetal position, trying to catch my breath. The feeling of nostalgia is overwhelming and I weep.

               Terrible dreams, my mind in denial…I fall asleep after my muscles give out and my arms fall apart and legs uncross. I’m dreaming I am sitting up in a bed and looking through the window, the blurriness of sleep coating my eyes. I coughed into my hand and black mucus slaps into my palm. With a grunt of disgust I rub it onto the bed sheets and stare as the blackness spreads slowly across the cotton, sinking in and then expanding and pulsing. The substance begins to pour out of the spot where I initially rubbed, and as though reaching for me, it touches my leg, very wet and very cold. All at once the bed was soaked in black, and my face twisted into horror as I sunk into it. I prop my hands on the bed and made for a small jump onto the floor…

               This is where I wake up, disoriented and my feet flailing. Sudden terror hits me, and my heart begins to spasm and race, my limbs search out for something to hold onto. There was nothing; nothing to grab or step on, kick or rest against. I was floating, and there was nothing to stop me, and nowhere to go. I was obliviously lost to myself, and swallowed up by darkness; murky, cold, oily darkness.

               My stomach bows, and I am going to be sick. My legs kick out and hyper extend, causing a burning sensation in the back of my knees, and I try twisting my body, but it doesn’t work. Maybe I am upside down…but that concept doesn’t apply anymore. I am whichever way, down or up. All at once, I contract my body into a fetal position, slam my eyes shut and breathe heavily, my heart pounding in the back of my ears. My sickness subsides, and I start to cry again. After some time, a rage sinks in and I tear my vocal cords screaming and howling. I would pass out if I didn’t hyperventilate first with infinite insecurity. Endorphins bubble out of my brain. I black out; my body goes limp.

               Drifting in and out of consciousness, I realize my oxygen is running low, having only approached the work outside the ship with enough in my tank for a few hours.

               My body begins to take in the air with long hard breaths, my fears subsiding for the moment. As I stare out into the darkness, small shapes of dimly lit suns and galaxies glow softly as if a painting in the distance. I begin to cough, causing flares of pain in my torn throat tissue. Blood spat out into the inside of my helmet, causing my view to be through a red Rorschach image, complete with mental interpretation. Blood slowly drips down, leaving opaque streaks of red, drying there, permanently hazing my only view.

               I can feel blood drying on my neck and lips, itching me, and the inside of my helmet is beginning to smell of old copper and sweat, my tears mixing with the blood, invigorating my sense of being alive. This was not what I wanted. I know the eventuality…but wish for my mind to stop analyzing. I told myself to just stop…I wouldn’t listen, and darkness takes me over.

               Some time has passed; everything is calmer now, my oxygen is running out. Drifting in and out of consciousness, my body feels limp and drained.

               I open my eyes for the last few seconds and stare into the distance, the painting in the background is beautiful. So beautiful, it is only fate to be enjoyed for the last few seconds of my life. Dying alone, to the only sound, my faint shallow breathing; the blackness swallows me, and everything is gone.

title: [SF][HR] Float

question: What does the story say about Allen William Brier's fellow technicians?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the story doesn't say anything about Allen William Brier's fellow technicians.

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

question: What does the story say about the cold?

answer: The story describes long, cold hours in space. The narrator says he thinks how an amputated arm might feel unaffected, but he wasn't sure. His mind was in denial. Tony was cloaked in cold darkness, submerged in black matter. The darkness was murky, cold and oily. Even when oxygen runs out, the narrator gasps and breathes hard. The tension in which the protagonist feels is unreal. The narrator breathes in hard, though becoming calmer. The darkness blankets the narrator, he opens his eyes for the last seconds, his heart pounding. He died in the darkness tinged with his blood.

critique: The answer is a summary of the story and not a description of the cold.

critique: The response contains irrelevant information.

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

critique: The story does not talk about long hours in space. Instead, the narrator experienced an explosion and was left outside in space where the temperature is lowenough.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

question: What does the story say about darkness?

answer: The story's narrator was outside the ship when it exploded, and managing to survive only to drift among the darkness away from the ship. The darkness made the narrator feel sick and his body felt limp. The darkness also requires the narrator to cherish the last few seconds of his life.

critique: The answer should mention the darkness of space.

critique: The answer should mention the narrator's fear of darkness.

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

critique: The response misses to mention that the narrator is floating in space.

critique: The answer should mention the narrator's fear of the darkness.

critique: The darkness of space is not the same as the darkness of the narrator's mind

critique: The narrator's body felt limp because he was floating in space.

text: It is omitted that the darkness swallows the protagonist at the end.

category: coverage

question: What does the story say about legs?

answer: The narrator is a survivor of the explosion of the ship. He is outside of the ship, doing repairs to an external fuel tank. He is floating in space, and his suit won't allow him to get closer than six inches to his body. He tries to bring his legs up to his chest and grip the slippery suit with his arms, but the suit is too bulky. He bends his knees and uncrosses his legs.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator is afraid of his legs.

critique: The answer omits that the narrator is floating in space, and his suit won't allow him to get closer than six inches to his body.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator falls asleep and his legs uncross.

critique: His suit will not allow him to get closer than six inches when it's zipped up, but his limitation is really the bulkiness. It should be noted again that he doesn't want his limbs dangling outside and finds it nauseating to be forced to walk.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator eventually succumbs to his situation and dies.

critique: The answer should mention the narrator's fear of his legs floating away.

critique: The answer omits the narrator's final moments.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator is in a fetal position.

text: It is omitted that his legs are very wet and very cold.


text:
I like being barefoot in the cold. People always stare at me awkwardly, when I start peeling off my shoes and socks to walk across a frost-laden pitch of grass, but they wouldn’t if they just tried it. Society only tells you it’s not okay to go outside with shoes on. It’s actually an entirely novel concept, really; I’d rather focus on my feet freezing, than sit back idly as my night travels in reverse.

I don’t think I sleep well anymore. I always feel tired; like the coffee I had last night, doesn’t want me to drink the coffee I’ll drink in the morning. And I’ll roll over in my bed, and that sting of the familiar pain in my side shakes me so hard I can’t go back to sleep. And the feeling of my heart, almost burning, with every few beats, scares me enough to get out of bed and drink some water. I’ll go outside, instead of having coffee, in an attempt to offset the ritual that lead to my dismay. Walking barefoot into the yard while I’m smoking, just to let my mind travel somewhere else for a while. And then I stepped on that fucking dart. The serenity of chills is met with the sound of anguish, and my scream pierces the early morning, and I’m left wondering why I ever threw that dart out the window. I hung a map on my wall, and I blindfolded myself; just to throw a dart, and see where it’d land, well, it landed in the yard. I threw the dart to see where it wanted me to go, and through the bitter irony, it ended up being what stopped me from going anywhere. Because now there’s a dart sized whole in my foot. I don’t think I think anymore. If I had been thinking at all, I wouldn't of went into the back yard barefoot; there’s so much dog shit out there.

I think, through out the course of the last hundred years, all anyone ever wanted was to be listened to. To know that their sorrow was heard. I wake up, and my side hurts every day; I’m too exhausted to run, because I don’t sleep well anymore. After drinking coffee all day, going to bed, is comparable to sleeping on something incredibly hot and itchy. Yeah, you can manage it, but you have to stand up every forty-five minutes to scratch your balls and cool off. My heart hurts after drinking so much coffee. Sometimes, enough that I contemplate going to the hospital, but then I remember that I don’t like hospitals anymore; that if I walk in there, complaining of heart pain, I’d probably be locked in a room for four hours until I stroked out all together. Yeah, I don’t like hospitals. This is my pain. And I carry it with me every day, along with seven cup’s of coffee and two red bulls. I feel like I’m slowly killing myself everyday, and I’m screaming in torment at the wall; no one hears me, and I don’t feel heard. I feel muffled. The pain in my chest and coffee cup in my hand tells me I’m not being dramatic, but reality taught me a long time ago, that help doesn’t usually ever come. And I don’t know what to do, because this life leaves me feeling empty and void, and in a significant amount of pain. I just don’t want to drink any more coffee. My side hurts.

title: It's 8 a.m. and my eyes burn.

question: What does the story say about why the narrator drinks so much coffee?

answer: The narrator drinks so much coffee because he is too exhausted to run. He doesn't sleep well anymore. He drinks coffee all day, going to bed is comparable to sleeping on something incredibly hot and itchy. His heart hurts after drinking so much coffee. Sometimes, enough that he contemplates going to the hospital. He doesn't like hospitals because he would be locked in a room for four hours until he stroked out. He feels like he is slowly killing himself every day.

critique: The response is a summary of the narrator's feelings about coffee, not about why he drinks so much coffee.

critique: The response is a copy of the narrator's inner monologue.

critique: The answer doesn't mention that the narrator drinks so much coffee because he feels like he's not being heard.

critique: The narrator's heart pain is not the reason he drinks so much coffee.

critique: parts of the response are inaccurate to the text and should be omitted.

question: Summarise the reason(s) the narrator likes to walk barefoot outside in the cold.

answer: The narrator likes to walk barefoot outside in the cold as they find it relaxing. When the narrator is outside in the cold the people stop staring awkwardly at them. The narrator feels the cold on their feet which then lets their mind travel somewhere else for a while.

critique: The narrator's reasons are not explicitly reasoned out by him. He says society only tells you it's not okay but not its beneficial effects.

critique: The narrator's reason for walking barefoot is not to relax.

critique: The narrator's feet are not the only reason they like walking barefoot in the cold.

critique: The narrator's walking barefoot in the cold is not the reason they like to do it.

critique: The narrator doesn't necessarily like to walk barefoot outside in the cold, but they do it anyway.

critique: The narrator's reason for walking barefoot in the cold is to offset the ritual that lead to their dismay, not to relax.

critique: The narrator is not concerned about the people staring at them.

critique: The narrator's walking barefoot in the cold is not the reason they like it.

question: What does the story say is the effect of too much coffee consumption on the narrator's health?

answer: The narrator has had a habit of drinking too much coffee every day. The effect is that they feel like their heart is burning every few beats. They are too exhausted to run, and sleep doesn't come easily. The narrator feels like they are slowly killing themselves every day. And they are left wondering why they are drinking so much coffee.

critique: The narrator's side hurts, not his heart.

critique: The narrator's side hurts, not their heart.

critique: The narrator is not left wondering why they are drinking so much coffee.

critique: The narrator isn't left wondering why he is drinking so much coffee. He is just tired of it.

critique: The narrator is drinking two Red Bulls, not coffee, every day.


text:
**The Oncoming Storm**

A man sits, watching the stars. His breath calm, his eyes focused.

Five people walk up to the man. All in grey robes. They encircle him looking anxious, at the ready, wary of the man. A man speaks older than the others in his group "We are sorry." As he removes his weapon, a steel sword, from his belt while the man stays silent. The rest bring out their weapons, all made of cold steel glinting in the dark. "We have come to take you in. We know of your plan, we can not allow it."

The man gets up slowly, and the circle of people spring back in defensive position but the man just only speaks. "You warned me once, not to come, but here I am at the end." He says the last bit sardonically. He sigh’s. "It is the only way."

"We thank you, what you did saved us, saved us all. Can’t you see why we forbade you. You are worse than any threat the legion were."

"You thank me, yet in your next breath you still claim what I did was wrong, you still speak of me as a runaway child, not of the one who turned back the legion, the man who united the five armies prevented the fall of the Empire. Without me, you would all be dead." He spits the last words out.

"We argued for patience"

"You argued for **death**!"

The man’s voice silences the very earth. Not a creature, the wind or even the nearby camp of the million men he man commanded could be heard.
"The legion is broken, these men should not be doomed just for your revenge."

The man starts to laugh. "Revenge, I do not do this out of revenge. You have not seen what I have seen, the legion are nothing compared to what is coming."
"Then why do you plan to destroy them and your army, can’t you see it is madness!"

"Madness." As he speaks, he pulls out his own weapon, a weapon not of steel but of black metal. "Madness was watching as the legion broke the borders and we sat doing nothing." As he speaks the man paces the circle, inviting them to attack. "Madness was forbidding those of the order not to join me, madness was watching as the valley of Banyan burn!"

The youngest of the group attacks the man, as his back was turned. As if in slow motion the man turns around, grabs the blade with his hand and uses his own to slice the man’s stomach. "I am sorry little Yanni." The man says as his assailant, little more than a boy collapses to the ground.  "Stop this, you can not win. Put down your weapons and see why I must do this!"

"Yanni, no!" An older man, the boy’s teacher react’s at the loss of his pupil. He can not hold back his own attack, and strikes a blow, but the man blocks it with his own sword.
"Gabriel, I am truly sorry." The man’s foot comes out of no where and pushes Gabriel to back, and he falls to the ground. The man pounces down but his strikes was stopped by another of the order. The man spins and finds room away from the group.

 "Ah, Omar. I had always hoped to fight you, but upon different circumstances." Omar’s eyed the man while he extends his hand to Gabriel, bringing him up off the ground.

"As you warned me once, and I did not listen, I now shall warn you, and know you will not listen. Drop your weapons."

The old man of the order speaks, "We can not. Attack!" The old man charges forward and his fellow order members join in the fray. The man responds not with a block but with a jump forward stabbing the old man in the chest. The other’s seemingly uncaring with the loss of the old man attack the man but he pulls out his weapon quickly to block the strike to his left while using the old man as a shield to block the one from his left. Out of nowhere Omar blade comes forward striking. The man escapes downward but Omar’s blade pierces his cheek.

**"Enough"** The man’s speaks and the the ground convulses.

The order members fall to the ground violently. All except Omar who ignores the rumbling ground. He charges towards the man, the shaking ground seemingly nothing to him. Omar’s blade comes over his head but suddenly he stops, and falls, an arrow in his back.

The man see’s a woman, her hair white, walk over, knocking the order’s men out with her blunted weapon. "It is time Arashi, the sun is rising." Her voice is sorrowful, she knows what is about to happen.

The man nods, "I sense it."

The woman, picks her arrow from Omar’s body and walk back to the camp.
The man starts tying up the surviving order, his thoughts of their use and of the oncoming storm.
"Arashi, you must not do this."

"The old man lives, huh." Arashi walks toward the old man, and get on his knees. "Teacher, the world is burning, this will stop it. You must see why I do this"

The old man’s voice gets quieter as he speaks, "What you are doing is wrong."

Arashi speaks pulling out another weapon, a small black knife, "I know." A black knife pierces the man’s heart.

title: The Oncoming Storm

question: Summarize the various casualties during the course of the story.

answer: The earliest death mentioned is that of Nadim, Yanni and Thomas in the initial attack on the camp. Yanni and Thomas are also killed in the fight with Arashi. Omar is killed by Arashi and Gabriel appears to be dead but there isn't an explicit mention in the story.

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

critique: The response is incorrect in that it mentions two deaths that were not mentioned in the story.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: The answer has some factual inaccuracies.

critique: The answer should mention that the old man dies at the end of the story.

critique: Yanni is only killed at the end of the battle, not at the beginning

critique: The response includes some information that is irrelevant to the question while omitting some critical ones.

critique: The answer should mention that Arashi kills the old man.

critique: Yanni is killed during the fight, not in the initial attack. The three are not all named, as a group.

critique: This response misses to mention the last casualties. The old man of the order gets stabbed by Arashi at the end of the story.

critique: Gabriel should survive the fight, but be wounded

critique: The response is missing the death of the old man.

critique: The story doesn't mention the fate of Thomas.

question: Summarize the sequence of opponents Arashi faces off against.

answer: The first to attack Arashi is Yanni. When Arashi finishes him off, another young man - Yanni's senior, Gabriel - charges at him. Gabriel is then defeated by Omar, an opponent Arashi has always wished to duel. After Arashi defeats him as well, the old man charges against him, to no avail. Omar is next to attack, an accomplished fighter, but he is disabled with an arrow. The archer is the old man's student, the woman that defuses the situation, killing the old man with the other arrow she removed from Omar's body.

critique: There is no evidence that Arashi wished to duel with Gabriel; that is an assumption.

critique: There is no evidence to suggest that Omar is an accomplished fighter.

critique: "Arashi defeats him" - "defeats" should be "defeats them" since there are three men they fought.

critique: "the old man's student" - shouldn't this be "the old man's student, the woman"

critique: The answer is incorrect. Omar is the last to attack Arashi.

critique: This is not a sequence of opponents but of deaths.

critique: The answer is one long sentence and contains some inaccurate information.

critique: A "senior" can simply be thought of as a fellow member of the order and not necessarily one's teacher. The term "senior" is being used to describe the hierarchy and should be omitted in this context.

critique: After Arashi defeats Omar, another young man named Gabriel comes to his aid.

question: What does the story say about Arashi's history with the woman?

answer: The old man is Arashi's teacher, he says that he had always hoped to fight him. The woman is also a rebel or an enemy of some sort since she attacks Arashi to halt his plan. His feelings towards her are not confirmed in the story, saying that he had always hoped to fight her and imply that he would want to fight side-by-side with her at the end, but with a different outcome.

critique: The story does not mention Arashi's relationship with the woman. It would be better to say that Arashi's history with the woman is not revealed.

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

critique: The woman is not a rebel or an enemy of some sort. She is a member of the order.

critique: It is not confirmed that the woman is a rebel.

critique: The woman is not a rebel or an enemy of Arashi, she is a member of the same organization.

critique: The last statement is not confirmed in the story.

critique: There's no evidence to suggest Arashi indeed hopes to fight the woman.

critique: The story does not mention the old man being Arashi's teacher.

critique: The woman is not a rebel or an enemy of Arashi. She is a member of the order.

critique: The woman is not a rebel or an enemy in the story, but that is the impression given by the answer.

critique: The answer omits that the woman is Arashi's sister.

critique: The story implies they were romantically involved

critique: There are a lot of details that are completely irrelevant to the story and that distracts from the main idea of the response.

critique: The woman is not a rebel or an enemy of some sort.

critique: The woman is not a rebel or an enemy of Arashi. She helps him attack the order.

question: Summarize the various forms of weaponry that are used during the battle.

answer: The weapons are all blades. They are all made of steel except for the man's own weapon. The other blades are named after the characters: Yanni, Gabriel, and Omar. Omar's blade becomes functional after an intervention that comes by the form of an arrow. This arm is then mentioned as a blunted weapon. Nothing is said of this arm although it presumably creates the need to damp down the sheer amount of bleeding that might happen with such weapons jammed into human skin.

critique: The response is not related to the question.

critique: Errors in grammar and flow of the passage

critique: The spears are not named after characters. The answer is worded ambigiously.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: It is incorrect that the weapons are all named after the characters: Yanni, Gabriel, and Omar.

critique: Picking out irrelevant information and adding the proper perspective to the summary would be more accurate.

critique: There's no mention of anyone bleeding, and the character with the blunted weapon doesn't have a weapon jammed into human skin.

critique: It is omitted that Arashi uses a small black knife to kill the teacher, who then dies of the wound.

critique: The response is not relevant to the question and is confusing.


text:
ACROCALLOSAL SYNDROME (also known as ACLS) is a rare autosomal recessive syndrome characterized by corpus callosum agenesis, polydactyly, multiple dysmorphic features, motor and intellectual disabilities, and other symptoms.[1] The syndrome was first described by Albert Schinzel in 1979.[2]

It is associated with _GLI3_.[3]

Signs and symptoms

Acrocallosal syndrome (ACLS, ACS, Schinzel-Type, Hallux-duplication) is a rare, heterogeneous[4] autosomal recessive disorder first discovered by Albert Schinzel (1979) in a 3-year-old boy.[5] To inherit ACLS, one gene copy from each parent must contain a mutation somewhere in the KIF7 gene and be passed on to the child . Characteristics of this syndrome include absence or poor development of the area connecting the left and right parts of the brain, an abnormally large head, increased distance between facial features (eyes), poor motor skills, mental retardation, extra fingers and toes, many facial deformities,[6] and cleft palate . This is considered a rare disorder and is placed on the NIH Office of Rare Diseases (fewer than 200,000 cases) rare disease list. Lifespan may range from stillbirth to normal expectancy depending on pregnancy complications and severity of the disorder.[7] In mild cases, the subjects have been shown to live relatively normal lives, but with developmental delays.[8]

Pathology

[This disease is autosomal recessive.] Acrocallosal syndrome (ACLS, ACS, Schinzel-Type) is a rare, heterogeneous, autosomal recessive disorder.[9] The heterogeneity of this condition refers to the multiple genes that may function to contribute to varying degrees of this syndrome[10] and is often linked to consanguinity.[11] Characteristics of this syndrome include agenesis of the corpus, macrocephaly, hypertelorism, polydactyly, mental and motor retardation,[12] craniofacial dysmorphism, hallux duplication,[13] and sometimes palatal clefting. It has also been reported that there are many similar signs and symptoms between ACLS, Greig cephalopolysyndactyly, and hydrolethalus syndrome (HLS), although there is little evidence to support common genetic causation at this point.[14]

Mechanism

Recent studies by, have indicated that the mutations responsible for ACLS are located in the KIF7 protein. KIF7 is a 1343 amino acid protein with a kinesin motor, coiled coil, and Gli-binding domains. Its functions are largely associated with ciliary motor function,[15] and is a key factor in the Sonic Hedgehog (Shh) transduction pathways that are crucial during embryogenesis . Therefore, mutations in Hedgehog signaling components (KIF7) may lead to cilia based pathologies and ultimately defects in the brain and other areas associated with ACLS and related disorders . More specifically, mutations observed by, in the GLI3 gene have yielded similar characteristics to ACLS, but further evidence is needed since the corpus callosum is usually present in these cases. Other studies have also indicated that KIF7 interacts with Gli transcription factors, so mutations in the KIF7 gene may be upstream effectors of GLI3. Further understanding about the functionality of ACLS and its underlying mechanisms opens new doors to pharmacological manipulation and other forms of molecular therapy.[16]

Diagnosis

Treatment

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title: Acrocallosal syndrome

question: What does the text say are some signs and symptoms of Acrocallosal syndrome?

answer: Some signs and symptoms of Acrocallosal syndrome include absence orpoor development of the area connecting the left and right parts of the brain, an abnormally large head, increased distance between facial features (eyes), poor motor skills, mental retardation, extra fingers and toes, many facial deformities and cleft palate.

critique: The answer should mention the other symptoms.

critique: "Many facial deformities" is a vague description.

critique: There are more symptoms than the ones listed.

critique: The response could include more details about the syndrome.

text: It's omitted that lifespan can range from stillbirth to normal expectancy depending on pregnancy complications and severity of the disorder.

refinement: Some signs and symptoms of Acrocallosal syndrome include absence orpoor development of the area connecting the left and right parts of the brain, an abnormally large head, increased distance between facial features (eyes), poor motor skills, mental retardation, extra fingers and toes, many facial deformities and cleft palate.


text:
After Adam eventually died of lower back pain, nine or ten generations passed on Earth.

These generations all slept with each other and slowly became more and more retarded from chromosome problems, until Noah was born. This was before "retarded" was a bad word to use. Way before.

God looked down on the Earth and saw the damaged DNA fornicating and drinking and doing mad endos with Hummers that were unaffordable and not to be endo'd. This angered God.

But, Noah seemed OK. Somehow, through the work of natural sele...eh....God, Noah was born with a healthy set of genes and chromosomes and was, eh, not a bad guy. He wasn't the greatest guy. Not by a long shot. It would be a few thousand years before THAT guy came about, but Noah was someone who you might trust to mow your lawn.

Anyway, Noah was married and had a wife and they lived on a grand farm and everyday Noah would go running through the valleys holding hands with his wife and signing to butterflies.

This angered all of the people in the land who were genetic jerks and they would throw stones at Noah and catcall his wife and knock on Noah's door and then run and borrow Noah's chainsaw and not return it and commit upper deckers in Noah's toilet and generally be mean to Noah.

God saw this and God was pissed. He also was pissed that the genetic failures would listen to bands that sucked and had numerous wood instruments to somehow make it seem like they were an adult band with real musical knowledge, when in fact it only takes a person with soul and three or four strings to make a good album. I mean, I don't get these Arcade Fire types with their banjos and suspenders - I'm not buying it and God isn't either.

But I digress.

So, God started thinking about the Earth and how it had water on it. So, he froze the water so no one could drink it. This created ice ages.

But then people developed fire and melted the ice and that stumped God. So, then he decided that he would flood the Earth.

God was a logical man and realized that in order to flood the entire Earth, he would need more water. So, he took the water from Mars and just kinda put it in this huge Ziploc bag that he floated over the Earth as a threat. That's how Martians were wiped out.

Anyway, so the people on Earth looked up and saw the giant Ziploc bag of water and they figured it was just another moon or star or something - they were stupid. Also, you must give them credit as they did not know what a Ziploc bag was. This was like way before even that movie The Land Before Time.

God then spoke to Noah and said "Dude. Dude. DUDE!"

Noah was passed out. He had been drinking all night and partying out in the field with some giraffes and skunks. That's the kind of guy Noah was. He partied with animals, making him the original party animal.

Noah awoke. "Dude?"

"Dude." God confirmed.

Noah looked upon God. "Dude." God had taken the form of an elephant with a blazer on and sunglasses. It was Risky Business meets National Geographic and it was totally uncalled for.

But Noah could hang.

"Noah, in the beginning after the light and stuff, I made man and man was good for awhile. But then I never made another strain of man, so all of these men and women started having sex with their family members and that's way wrong and makes way messed up kids. Like that dorkus Jerry you hang out with. Do you see how he wears his pants down to his knees and listens to really shitty hip hop music and doesn't even know who NWA were?"

Noah nodded. Jerry was a douchebag, but he was the only person that would hang out with Noah and go singing in the fields with him and ferment oranges to make really bomb ass alcohol.

God continued. "And how he always has everything just a little bit wrong. Like he reads a little bit about something and then just makes up the rest and when you call him out on it, he'll act like he knew it all the whole time? Or how he rides a bike in traffic and doesn't follow any of the traffic rules and - "

"Yes. Jerry. I know him."

"Well, anyway, these guys have to die. We must get rid of them. You are the only person on Earth that I can stand. It's like watching TV and it's all just Jerry Springer and reality shows and - well, not now. That's when I flood the Earth again. After I promise I won't. Shit. Look, forget all that. Let's start at the top. K, so I'm going to kill all of humanity."

Noah looked around and saw humanity in the streets, with their kids, shopping for school clothes and double parking. "OK."

"And all the animals."

"Wait. What am I gonna eat?"

"Plants. I will leave you plants to eat. And smoke."

"No way. Animals taste good. Can't you leave the animals?"

"OK. But we must kill them all first, but we'll save enough to breed. Like two a species."

"But aren't you gonna get that genetic problem again?"

"Shut up. Now, listen, I will flood the -"

Noah then had a moment of reflection and thought about the time Jerry loaned him an ox to help him fight the dinosaurs that were attacking his house. "Wait, God. Can't you give humanity another chance? You know? For the 'oah?"

God thought about it and said "No."

"Wait. What if I sacrifice some stuff?"

"No."

"K. What if you give me like a week to tell everyone to be cool?"

"OK. But I don't think it's going to make a difference."

And God was right. Noah began preaching about the people's sins and about how stupid making bags in markets illegal was and how owning twelve axes to protect yourself was stupid and how Siracha sauce is the best way to spot a douchebag.

But no one listened and Noah went home and had a real American meal with Tabasco sauce, thousands of years before America was invented, which kinda made Noah a hipster douchebag, but who cares.

"K, God. You win." And Noah went off into the forest collecting animals like Dr. Moreau.

So, God opened the Ziploc bag full of water. It took him awhile because it was hard to get his huge God fingers between the plastic folds. But then the flood rained down on Earth for a shit load of time.

Noah would occasionally put his hand out the window and go "Still raining." to his wife and she got really upset because the joke was way old and she was tired of Noah and the kids and the shit load of animals that smelled like shit.

Eventually, Noah's wife made Noah kick all the dinosaurs off the boat because they were smoking in the ark. And she kicked the unicorns off for gambling and not having fishing licenses.

Finally, Noah saw a bird. An eagle. The eagle was holding an American flag in its talons and winking at Noah.

Noah landed the ark on Plymouth and everyone got out and started stretching because it was a way long boat trip.

Then God came out of the sky and said "Check out this fresh rainbow!"

Noah and his family and all the animals looked at the rainbow and realized, yea, it twas fresh.

"Noah, this rainbow is a covenant that I will never ever flood the Earth again." God was crossing his giant God fingers behind his giant God back.

"Thanks, God! But why a rainbow?"

"Oh, no reason." Then God went back to heaven to his husband Timothy and they went antiquing.

The End.

title: [HM] NOAH

question: What does the story say about God's anger?

answer: God was angry that the generations on Earth were mating with each other and engaging in other sinful acts. God was angry that the generations would listen to bands that sucked and had numerous wood instruments. God was angry at the genetic jerks, who were mean to Noah.

critique: The answer should mention that God decided to flood the Earth.


text:
Dear Employer;

In the interview for this position I said I didn’t care about money.  Money is not as important as experience and growth.  Gainful employment is nowhere near meaningful employment.  It is with this that after a lot of deliberation, counseling, youthful abandon and reveries of adventure I’ve decided to give my formal notification that I am resigning from {Company X} as a Software Analyst.  I am willing to work two business weeks further to help make sure everything is in order before I go.

For {Company X} I was willing to drink the punch.  I was willing to make sacrifices for the company.  The tasteless metaphor for cultic suicide pushed on us by leadership was something I was willing to look past.  Ultimately though, when it came down to it, punch was not served and for some reason I was left disappointed.  This company has made promises but has not delivered.  We’ve been led along with a carrot on a stick.  Whether through indirect lies surrounding corporate bonuses, lottery sized stock options or fantastical tropical holiday packages.  This is a prevalent theme throughout my entire time with company and it speaks directly to poor leadership.  Offer something real, something tangible and then show it don’t just talk about it.

In terms of our day to day with clients we’ve been far too reactionary and not responsive.  We’re less about providing something meaningful, something with real value and more about satisfying the noise.  The whole industry seems more about “flashy marketing facades of perceived value” than real value.  It with this that I came to the conclusion that our product isn’t {business solutions}.  Our product is sales.  This isn’t something I can get behind.  This isn’t something I can believe in.

Despite corporate folly and the disillusioning mantras I love the people I work with.  Each and everyone here is awesome and I’m lucky to have had an opportunity to work here.  My favorite time of year is during peer reviews.  Being able to write extensively about the strengths and the actions people here have made on the periphery to make a difference.  That being said, it really bothered me to see people not being recognized for the work they’re doing.  At one point our most talented and innovative junior programmer was relegated to creative arrest by corporate policy.  “That isn’t your job” and “You’re not even a real programmer” could be heard ringing through the halls.  A lack of insight let him go and now we’re stuck with dead code.  Incredible potential products left to rot essentially.  All his close friends here were left damaged at his mistreatment.  This is just one example but there are lots of others.  Considering work is a place to spend a third of each weekday.  Hours afterwards musing over at home.  Something that permeates my hopes and dreams.  I’d rather be somewhere other than here.  Anywhere else in fact.

If I can suggest anything to help this company it would be that every leader here spend a day or two working with client services taking tech support calls from the elderly, doing chat support for a group of brides to be, testing a survey with over a dozen pre-launch revisions, or try managing a project with one of {Sales Person #3547}'s clients (that’s a joke.. her clients are mostly alright).  See what we’re really providing our clients.

I still believe this company is awesome and has potential to do very well in the market.  For me personally I need to move onto other opportunities and adventures.  Feeling depressed and trapped is not something I'd wish on my worst enemy so I don't know why I willed it onto myself for so long.  Thank you so much for everything.

title: My Resignation Letter

question: Summarize the things the author enjoyed about his job.

answer: He enjoyed the people he worked with, and the peer reviews in particular. He liked being able to write about the strengths of his coworkers.

critique: It would be more accurate to say that he enjoyed the peer reviews and the opportunity to write about the strengths of his coworkers.

question: Summarize the software products provided by {Company X}.

answer: No answer

critique: The passage does not mention anything about the products the company offers.

question: How did the company fail to live up to the expectations of the author?

answer: The company failed to deliver on promises of corporate bonuses, lottery-sized stock options, and fantastical tropical holiday packages.

critique: The answer should also mention that the company promised meaningful work but failed to deliver.

critique: The answer should mention that the company also failed to deliver on promises of meaningful work.

critique: The company also failed to deliver on promises of meaningful work and real value.

question: Summarize the author's reasoning behind this resignation letter.

answer: The author sees his company as having poor leadership. They are not being directed or recognized for the work they do. The author sees a lot of room for improvement with this company and wishes to see them succeed, but they cannot do that while they are working there.

critique: The author does not see a lot of room for improvement.

critique: The author does not see his company as having poor leadership. He sees the company as having poor leadership.

critique: It's omitted that the author feels that the company is more focused on selling than providing meaningful solutions.

critique: The author is fine with letting the company they leave behind. He just thinks they could do better with some of those who make the wrong decisions making those wrong decisions. He has never said, however, that he wants the company to improve their performance.

critique: The author does not see the company as having poor leadership.

critique: This is not a summary of what the author is saying in their resignation letter. It is a summary of their life at the company.

critique: The author does not see a lot of room for improvement in the company.


text:
The BEDMINSTER TOWNSHIP SCHOOL DISTRICT is a community public school district that serves students in pre-kindergarten through eighth grade from Bedminster, New Jersey, United States.[1]

As of the 2017-18 school year, the district and its one school had an enrollment of 526 students and 54.9 classroom teachers (on an FTE basis), for a student–teacher ratio of 9.6:1.[2]

The district is classified by the New Jersey Department of Education as being in District Factor Group “I”, the second-highest of eight groupings. District Factor Groups organize districts statewide to allow comparison by common socioeconomic characteristics of the local districts. From lowest socioeconomic status to highest, the categories are A, B, CD, DE, FG, GH, I and J.[3]

Public school students in ninth through twelfth grades attend Bernards High School,[4] as part of a sending/receiving relationship with the Somerset Hills Regional School District, a K - 12 district that also serves students from Bernardsville, Far Hills and Peapack-Gladstone.[5] As of the 2017-18 school year, the high school had an enrollment of 852 students and 67.8 classroom teachers (on an FTE basis), for a student–teacher ratio of 12.6:1.[6]

School

Bedminster Township Public School had an enrollment of 523 students in the 2017-18 school year.[7][8]

-   Corby Swan, Principal[9]

Bedminster Township Public School offers a variety of competitive sports. They have had most notable success in boys and girls basketball.

Administration

Core members of the district's administration are:[10][11]

-   Jennifer Giordano, Superintendent[12]
-   Alicia M. Schauer, Business Administrator / Board Secretary[13]

The district's board of education has nine members who set policy and oversee the fiscal and educational operation of the district through its administration. As a Type II school district, the board's trustees are elected directly by voters to serve three-year terms of office on a staggered basis, with three seats up for election each year held (since 2012) as part of the November general election.[14][15]

[1] Bedminster Township Board of Education District Policy - Identification, Bedminster Township School District. Accessed January 30, 2020. “Purpose: The Board of Education exists for the purpose of providing a thorough and efficient system of free public education in grades Kindergarten through eight in the Bedminster Township School District. Composition: The Bedminster Township School District is all the area within the municipal boundaries of Bedminster Township.”

[2] District information for Bedminster Township Public School District, National Center for Education Statistics. Accessed November 1, 2019.

[3] NJ Department of Education District Factor Groups (DFG) for School Districts, New Jersey Department of Education. Accessed December 6, 2014.

[4] Bedminster Township School 2016 Report Card Narrative, New Jersey Department of Education. Accessed May 19, 2017. “After graduation from the 8th grade, the majority of our students attend Bernards High School.”

[5] Somerset County School Districts-Sending/Receiving/Regional, Somerset County Superintendent of Schools. Accessed May 19, 2017.

[6] School data for Bernards High School, National Center for Education Statistics. Accessed November 1, 2019.

[7] School Data for the Bedminster Township Public School, National Center for Education Statistics. Accessed November 1, 2019.

[8] New Jersey School Directory for the Bedminster Township Public School, New Jersey Department of Education. Accessed December 29, 2016.

[9] Principal, Bedminster Township Public School. Accessed January 30, 2020.

[10] New Jersey School Directory for Somerset County, New Jersey Department of Education. Accessed December 29, 2016.

[11] _2018-2019 Somerset County Public School Directory_, Somerset County, New Jersey. Accessed January 30, 2020.

[12] Superintendent's Message, Bedminster Township Public School. Accessed January 30, 2020.

[13] Business Office, Bedminster Township Public School. Accessed January 30, 2020.

[14] New Jersey Boards of Education by District Election Types - 2018 School Election, New Jersey Department of Education, updated February 16, 2018. Accessed January 26, 2020.

[15] Board of Education, Bedminster Township Public School. Accessed January 30, 2020.

title: Bedminster Township School District

question: What does the text say about the Bedminster Township School District?

answer: The Bedminster Township School District is a community public school district that serves students in pre-kindergarten through eighth grade from Bedminster, New Jersey, United States. The district is classified by the New Jersey Department of Education as being in District Factor Group "I", the second-highest of eight groupings.

critique: The answer should mention that the district's one school has an enrollment of 526 students and 54.9 classroom teachers.

critique: The answer should mention the student-teacher ratio.

critique: Ninth, through twelfth grades also go to the high school

critique: The answer should mention the enrollment and teacher-to-student ratio.

critique: The answer is too vague. It should mention the enrollment and teacher-to-student ratios.

critique: The answer should mention the district's enrollment and student-teacher ratio.

critique: The answer should include the student-teacher ratio.

question: What does the text say about the school?

answer: The district's one school, the Bedminster Township Public School, had an enrollment of 523 students in the 2017-18 school year. The school offers a variety of competitive sports, with most notable success in boys and girls basketball.

critique: The answer should mention the principal.

question: What does the text say about the administration of this school district?

answer: The district's board of education has nine members who set policy and oversee the fiscal and educational operation of the district through its administration. As a Type II school district, the board's trustees are elected directly by voters to serve three-year terms of office on a staggered basis, with three seats up for election each year held (since 2012) as part of the November general election.

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

critique: The answer should mention the superintendent and the business administrator.

critique: Core members of the district's administration are the superintendent and the board secretary. They should be named.

critique: The answer should mention the superintendent and business administrator.

question: What does the story say about running a school district?

answer: No answer

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

critique: The response misses to mention that the answer to the question is not available in the text.