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A painter, that’s what they called him. An artist, a natural. Amazing, they called him. But now what will they call him, a tragedy? A mistake, a fatality, a casualty? Alone I stood, the room silent. The only noise I could hear coming from the breath I was taking, and my heart racing, at what seemed like thousands, millions of beats per minute. Memories flashed through my head, him and I, at five years old, running around and causing mischief. Ten years old, raising hell at school. Fifteen years old, ditching school. Twenty years old, going to a different place of the world. The painting was fresh and some of the colors were still drying. It was almost an exact replica of the scene that confronted me as I entered the room. Hanging, in the air, neck at an odd angle and body limp, a body hung by a rope with only a noose to support it. The wall behind it was stained, and the worst thing of it all was the colors used. The world around was a combination of dark blues, greens, and grays, while the corpse was painted vivid colors that caught the eye. The bright colors would’ve communicated happiness in any other painting, while the outside world was a dull and dark gray, a sadness, a pain to exist in. Paint was splattered everywhere, there was broken glass and assorted other small things strewn about. The rafters creaked occasionally, supporting the body swinging from a noose.
	Two months in the past, the painter stood. The woman he loved with all his heart, the child they had made, walked to a car waiting. He watched, heart breaking, as they got in the car and drove away, giving no second glance. The painter stayed there for a long time. He turned around, walked back inside the house, and then stood inside the door. The house was big and beautiful, but now it was empty. After two minutes, his heart sank. After one, a tear fell. Something rose inside him. He strode over to a table, with a pristine set of flowers inside a vase. He took the vase, rose it above his head, and smashed it on the ground. This did not help. He screamed, a violent, guttural war cry, and laid about him. Before he knew, everything in his house was smashed, and he still felt the rage, the burning hole where his heart and soul was. He fell to his knees, screaming. This scream was a more desperate, pained scream. The pain of someone being tortured.
	One month in the past, the painter stood. The judge left the courtroom, and he was officially unmarried. The painters’ love rose, and left with the painters’ offspring. The painter left, as the world seemed to become gray. The colors he loved and cherished, gone. The scenes he would be amazed with and try to recreate, a disgusting gray. The painter drove home, feeling nothing, seeing nothing, enjoying nothing. He arrived in his house, which he had still not cleaned up, and sat on his couch, careful not to sit on a torn place. He took out his cell phone, and dialed up someone.
	Two weeks in the past, the painter stood. He waited patiently, almost unable to contain his enthusiasm. A car, which appeared to just be multiple pieces of multiple cars, pulled into the driveway. Out of it stepped a man, with dirty, stained clothes. He carried a duffle bag, and walked as fast as he dared into the house. They sat on the couch, and out of the duffle bag came a leather belt. The painter fixed it to his arm, and tightened it. Then came a needle. Pull, push. The painter slumped over, almost unable to move. He drifted away, away from the life that he now despised.
	Fifteen minutes ago, the painter finished. He was out of money, out of hope, and out of will to live. He stepped back, comparing the two pictures. The noose hung in both, and the painter would’ve had a hard time knowing which one was real, if one already had his body hanging and the other did not. He placed his wooden stool, the stool he painted on for his entire life, coated in splotches of paint, and stood up. He put the noose around his neck, and leaned back so the stool fell. Within a minute, whatever life remained in his heartbroken body had fled, and all that was left was a body. He thought of himself as a husk of his former being, after the divorce, but now, he really was a husk, a piece of meat.
	Two minutes ago, I walked into this scene. I stood for a few minutes, staring. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, all I could do is stand and look. Look, stand, and memorize. Suddenly, the front door of the house opened. Into the room ran a small child. He stole a single glance at me, but when he saw the hanging body, he stared for a moment.
	“Daddy!” The child screamed, and ran to the body. The click-clack of heels on hardwood approached the room from outside, while the child screamed and cried at the feet of his father’s corpse, hanging from the rafter. The woman entered the room, and recognized me, before looking to the corpse of her ex-husband, who was now ex-living. They called him a painter, I called him a friend. The child called him father, the woman used to call him husband. Society will call him a tragedy, but now he is just a corpse.

title: The Painter (Please give feedback)

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question: What does the story say about the relationship between the narrator and the painter?

answer: The narrator and the painter were friends since childhood. They were always together, causing mischief, raising hell at school, ditching school, and going to a different place of the world. The narrator was the first to arrive at the scene of the painter's suicide.

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critique: The answer should mention the narrator's relationship with the painter's wife.

question: What does the story say about the painter's motivation to kill himself?

answer: The painter was in pain after his wife left him with their child. He was also in debt and had no money left. He was out of hope and had no will to live. He was also out of paint and had no inspiration to paint.

critique: The response is missing the part about the painter's pain after his wife left him with their child.

text: There is no evidence in the text to suggest that the painter was out of paint and had no inspiration to paint.

question: What message was the painter trying to express in his final painting?

answer: The painter was trying to express his pain and sadness in his final painting.

critique: It misses to mention that the painter was also trying to express his anger.


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Ciem was the youngest of 18 brothers, and of them all he alone was afflicted with a curiosity. His kin would while away the hours telling stories of biscuits and leathers and how no rain fell on Tuesdays and how the warm earth bore the sweetest millet.   But this was not enough for young Ciem so when he was done burnishing the family pelican on the 12th day of Fluon he gathered his hard earned coins from his little hiding place by bricks beneath the spring and he headed east toward The Far Lands.

"There would be naught but apples there" yelled Coyo,his bretheren, who called out from a sap loft nearby. And an old eyeless man who sat bent upon a well worn stone said the same, he who had once traversed the Mountain of Tarann and beheld the nameless horrors that lived beneath the cruat of the earth on that nightmarish plateau. But Ciem trudged onward.   And by a fork in the road on the tenth day the last of the ash forest gave way to desert and scrub. And polished stone was traded for red lime, and squirrels of the trees became squirrels of the ground and burrow. And the remnent of The West Wind yielded to the sand.

No man wandered the desert road save Ciem, and he cast his coins into the barren lands for no use were they, and all hope faded of The Far Lands. And by a lone acacia Ciem sat, and all of the millet bread had been pilfered by mice who had raised litters of young in his sweaty knapsack. And hunger set in.   The feast of Mice did sustain Cien for a further 2 cycles and a long night trek took him to the Garden of The Tower and Gnab, and by a watering hole Cien fell to his knees spent of vitality. And by The Garden of The Tower of Gnab lay The Tower of Gnab.   And within the Tower of Gnab squatted an old Fakir who gazed on young Cien as he drank from the Well of The Garden of The Tower of Gnab. And the Fakir did quiz the adventurer on his intended destination. And when the Fakir learned of his path he too warned that naught but apples would await in The Far Lands.

So it soon became apparant that The Far Lands were indeed far away,and yet the bold brave nitwit meandered through crag and dune, never yielding, and despite the firey sun that burned and bleached all that dwelt there Cien finally reached The Mountain of Tarann. And there a thousand caves stood like tombs, each filled with a lost soul, a faint wail could one hear when the new wind of the north came down the mountainside,and it did carry the sound out to the very ocean where snapping cockles awoke from endless dreams? And the quahogs burrowed deeper into the mire of a civilisation lost and decayed in salty oblivion.

On the day of The Feast of Gnub weary husbands and forlorn wives feom the stone city of Hueryaran would guide their intoxicated spouses from the festival of Gnub to the tombs of Tarann and there they would brick in and seal away their significant others behind walls of stone, and there they would stay and fade away as an offering of the mountain. And Cien was taken aback by the wailing that echoed in the vally below and seemed to shake those withered trees that clung to the bare rock.

It should be said that in the lea of the Mountain of Tarann no man or beast had need of seeing eyes, for the land was dark, so tall were the peaks that blocked the lazy red sun and outcast moons. And thoae creatures that roamed the steppeland were skulling things, toothed and with strange fleshy organs upon their faces where the seeing eye would be.

And by a shrine on a winding mountain path Cien, a wispy beard now clinging to a withered sand blown heat scorched face, fumbled and clung to the mountain like a babe clings to the nursemaid.  And while all that could be smelt on the whirling winds was apple he continued his journey as determined as the day he set foot on the gravel path to The Far Lands so many seasons ago.

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title: Naught but Apples

question: What does the story say about Ciem's family?

answer: Ciem is the youngest of 18 brothers. He is the only one who is afflicted with curiosity. His family would tell stories about biscuits, leathers, and how rain doesn't fall on Tuesdays.

critique: The curiosity is an element, not a countable parameter within his brothers.

critique: The answer should mention that Ciem's family doesn't approve of his curiosity.

critique: The response could include more details about Ciem's family.

question: What does the story say about The Far Lands?

answer: The Far Lands are a place that is far away from Ciem's home. It is said that there would be nothing but apples there. Ciem travels to The Far Lands, but it is far away, and he never reaches it.

critique: The response misses to mention that Ciem is the only one who is curious enough to go to The Far Lands.

critique: "and he never reaches it." - this is incorrect. Ciem reaches The Far Lands and sees a thousand caves, each filled with a lost soul.

question: Summarize Ciem's main goal.

answer: Ciem is the youngest of 18 brothers, and of them all he alone is afflicted with a curiosity. His kin would while away the hours telling stories of biscuits and leathers and how no rain fell on Tuesdays and how the warm earth bore the sweetest millet. But this was not enough for young Ciem so when he was done burnishing the family pelican on the 12th day of Fluon he gathered his hard earned coins from his little hiding place by bricks beneath the spring and he headed east toward The Far Lands.

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MOLLY PARKIN (born MOLLY NOYLE THOMAS, 1932) is a Welsh painter, novelist and journalist, who became most notable for her work on _Nova_ magazine, newspapers and television in the 1960s.

Early life

Parkin was born in 1932, the second of two daughters, in Pontycymer in the Garw Valley, Glamorgan, Wales. She and her family moved to London to live with her grandparents when the Second World War began in 1939.[1] She went to Willesden County Grammar School (now Capital City Academy). During the war, without her parents' knowledge, at the age of 12 she worked on a paper round in Dollis Hill, London, in the evenings. She told her mother that she was studying art after-hours at school. Her grandfather saw her delivering papers, however, and reported this to her mother who prevented her from continuing with the job and punished her by making her do housework. After this she earned a little money from a Mr Hill, their lodger, who took pity on her and paid her to clean his room. She idolised Hill, who she thought was a gentleman, and many years later saw similar characteristics in the actor James Robertson Justice. Later the family bought a tobacconist's and newsagent shop, which employed four paperboys. When one of the paperboys was caught stealing money, her mother—needing to fill his shift quickly—made Parkin, then aged 14, do his paper round instead. On her first day, a car knocked her off her bicycle and she hit her head on the kerb. She was knocked unconscious, hospitalised, and spent about a year off school, convalescing. Parkin spent much of this period alone in her room above the shop, drawing and painting. This developed into an interest in the arts.[2]

Career

In 1949 Parkin gained a scholarship to study fine art at Goldsmiths College, London, and then a scholarship to Brighton College of Art. After marriage she became a teacher, painting throughout this period. After a series of affairs, including a long-term association with James Robertson Justice, Parkin separated from her husband at the start of the 1960s; at this time she lost the desire, inspiration and passion to continue with her artwork.

To support her two daughters, Parkin turned to fashion. After making hats and bags for Barbara Hulanicki at Biba, and working alongside Mary Quant, she opened her own Chelsea boutique, which was featured in a _Newsweek_ article about Swinging London. After selling the shop to business partner Terence Donovan, she joined _Nova_ magazine in 1965, when the radical Dennis Hackett became its editor. David Gibbs' comprehensive anthology[3] of _Nova_ pages and images says of Parkin: “A dynamic sense of colour and design was all she needed to guide her. Unfettered by the accepted wisdom of the fashion system, she introduced an unconventional and startling view of what women could wear... always teasing the edges of taste... She set the standard.”

In her two years as fashion editor the flamboyant Parkin raised the bar with her coverage – shot by the new generation of young photographers – that again affirmed the Swinging City[4] which _Time_ magazine reported in 1966 as the hub of creativity and hedonism. She moved on to become fashion editor of _Harpers & Queen_ in 1967, and _The Sunday Times_ in 1969, being named Fashion Editor of the Year in 1971. After becoming a television personality in the 1970s, Parkin was banned from the BBC for swearing.

In the 1970s, as a chatshow celebrity and libidinous novelist, Parkin wrote an uninhibited weekly interview in the Saturday edition of the _Evening Standard_. She also wrote a 750-word outline for a novel entitled _Love All_. Although it was disliked by publishers Blond & Briggs, the office secretary commented that she liked it, and it was picked up for publication. Her second novel was more sexually-oriented. Published in 1975, _Up Tight_ was highly publicised, thanks to fashion photographer Harry Peccinotti’s cover shot of a French model wearing see-through knickers; this jacket design resulted in booksellers Hatchards keeping it under the counter. After returning from living in New York City in 1980, she split from her second husband Patrick Hughes, and was again in need of funds to pay for her daughters' education.[5] By the time her novel _Breast Stroke_ was published in 1983, she had become an alcoholic. The three publications, plus various articles for men's magazines, earned her the position of 24th in _Time Out_ magazine's review of London's best erotic writers.[6]

After the publication of her autobiography _Moll: The Making of Molly Parkin_ in 1993, Parkin started painting again, with her first exhibition in more than a decade at the Washington Gallery in Penarth. Much of her new work was inspired by Celtic landscapes, in particular Pontycymer—although she also found her travels in India moved her to produce more vibrantly coloured works. In October 2010, her memoirs _Welcome to Mollywood_ were published.[7]

In 2010, a portrait of Parkin painted by Darren Coffield was exhibited at the National Portrait Gallery, London for the BP Portrait Award.[8]

She was a 'castaway' on the BBC Radio 4 programme _Desert Island Discs_ in May 2011.[9]

In May 2012, she was awarded a Civil List Pension by the Queen for her services to the arts.[10]

Parkin featured in an episode of Channel 4's _Britain's Weirdest Council Houses_ in February 2016, in which she was filmed in her council flat in a tower block in the World's End Estate at the World's End area of Chelsea. She had moved into the flat in 2002, after she was declared bankrupt following a period of alcoholism.[11]

In 2017 Parkin appeared live in a one-woman show at a London salon hosted by Simon Oldfield of Pin Drop Studio.[12]

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title: Molly Parkin

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answer: She worked on a paper round in Dollis Hill, London, in the evenings.

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

question: What incident was to result in Parkin's love of art?

answer: When a car knocked her off her bicycle while working as a paperboy, she was knocked unconscious and spent a year convalescing. During that time she stayed in her room above the shop and began drawing and painting. This developed into an interest in the arts.

critique: Does not highlight that she was hospitalised because of the incident.

critique: The answer should mention that she was hospitalized.

critique: The answer should mention that the accident happened when she was 14.

critique: The answer should include that Parkin's mother punished her for working as a paperboy.

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answer: Molly Parkin excelled as a fashion editor.

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is a 1977 Japanese animated television series produced by Nippon Animation.

Plot

The first scene opens with a letter of arrival from Sherlock Holmes' niece, Angie Islington, a young 12-year-old noble girl who loves to investigate cases. One day, she stumbles upon a case of robbery which involves the Queen of The United Kingdom's ring that had gone missing during a garden party. Rewarded with a new title of honorary detective and a pendant an emblem of recognition, she embarks on an adventure. She is assisted by Inspector Jackson, a detective of the Scotland Yard, his dashing assistant Michael, and Angie's best friend Franck. They are going to settle numerous problems and bring peace back into the town.

Settings

Originally planned by Takahara Planning to have a story of a Gypsy girl travelling across Spain looking for her mother, with unbeknown reason transformed into a British detective drama. [1] Set in the 19th century of London, the whole city has an old rustic vibe, yet still appears to be modern. Landmarks one of such is the Big Ben is present in the story giving an insight of the foreign world of English history.

Inspector Jackson is never fond of Angie as he constantly feel threatened by the fact that the 12-year-old girl is much sharper and intelligent, eventually taking his spotlight away from him. Throughout the whole series, Angie has difficulty in gaining trust on adults whom she just met. That thought of doubt however, vanished as soon as they saw the pendant that the Queen awarded to Angie for claiming her lost ring. The pendant has an inscription behind it written “Protect Charlotte in my name; Victoria Queen of England”. Which tells anyone who are brave enough go against her will have to address to the Queen themselves.

Publications

The screening of the series was spread throughout Europe and the Arabs. During the 1980s, the release of Sherlock & Me from Portland Films in the UK and The Casebook of Charlotte Holmes in the U.S. Charlotte Holmes is an animation-only version made by Mexican TV, dubbed in Spanish. In America however, it was edited strangely, by using a real-life clip of Sherlock Holmes and his assistant Doctor Watson, indirectly introducing Angie as his niece through a letter.

In 1982, it was broadcast and dubbed in Italy.

Two years after the first release at the UK market, Charlotte made a second display as a “Bonus Cartoon” on Ringo Goes West, a Mountain Video's production. It is an English dub of Toei's Three Musketeers in Boots.

Angie's activities was last seen at France. In 1990 it was aired on French TV, a total amount of ten years after her debut in most other parts of Europe and thirteen years since she was produced in Japan.

Cast

-   Keiko Han as Angie
-   Hiroko Kikuchi as Poppins
-   Ichirō Nagai as Jackson
-   Kaneta Kimotsuki as Benjamin
-   Kazuyuki Sogabe as Michael
-   Miyoko Asou as Barbara
-   Seiko Nakano as Frank
-   Takeshi Aono as Roger
-   Tetsuo Mizutori as Alfred
-   Toku Nishio as Jimmy
-   Yōko Asagami as Helen
-   Yūji Fujishiro as Hirari

Broadcast

_Angie Girl_ aired on ABC from 13 December 1977 to 27 June 1978.

Some episodes of _Angie Girl_ were released in the United States as part of _The Casebook of Charlotte Holmes_.[2] The stories were framed by live-action segments featuring actors Michael Evans and Bernard Fox playing the roles of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.[3]

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title: Angie Girl

question: What does the text say about the challenges Angie faces and how she solves them?

answer: No answer

critique: The text does mention some of the challenges Angie faces and how she solves them.

critique: The article does not directly answer the question.

critique: The answer should mention the case of the Queen's ring.

critique: It is omitted that she gains the trust of adults after showing them the pendant given by the Queen.

question: What does the text say about Sherlock Holmes' exploits?

answer: No answer

critique: The article mentions Sherlock Holmes' niece, Angie Islington.

critique: The article does not discuss Sherlock Holmes' exploits.

critique: The text does mention Sherlock Holmes' niece, Angie.

critique: The text does not say anything about Sherlock Holmes' exploits.


text:
Alone in the Dark

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Henry?”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Henry your… friend… is here, he wants to talk to you...”

“Let him in.” I sighed.

I knew why he was here. He was going to come inside, exchange pleasantries with me, make awkward small talk, and then beg me to stay. I wouldn’t listen to him though. My mind was made up and nothing would change it.

“Hey champ!”

Right on schedule.

“How’s it goin’?” my brother asked feigning excitement.

“I’m fine.” I said bluntly.

“You have all your stuff packed?” he chuckled. I forced a smirk and waited for him to say what he came here to say.

“You know you don’t have to go...”

“Greg, we’ve talked about this.”

“I just... I don’t think you know what you’re doing,” He had tears in his eyes.“What if you wake up and it’s not what you thought it would be?”

I took a step forward and placed my hand on his shoulder, “Anything would be better, I’m done with this world.”

He hugged me as tightly as he could. “Be safe.”

“I will.” All I could think of was how to get him out of my room the fastest, “I have to get ready, launch is in a few hours.”

When he left, I sat down on my bed and stared at the door for a few minutes. I didn’t expect anymore company. My mother had been gone for a few years, and my dad already knew my decision was final. My brother was the only one who thought my mind could still be changed. I didn’t have very many friends because I didn’t see the point. All the people in the world were fake. They all had fake smiles, fake laughs, and fake lives. Where I was going, I hoped to find something real.

I got dressed and sat down in a chair facing the door. For what seemed like an eternity, I waited. Finally, there was a knock and a man in a jet black suit walked in.

“They’re ready for you, Mr. Shelling.” he said almost apologetically.

“Good, let’s get going then.” I replied determined to leave.

As we were walking through the corridor, he turned to me and spoke.

“I’ve been instructed to debrief you one more time on the mission.”

I smiled sarcastically “Knock yourself out.” I already knew the plan; I had it in my head since day one.

“You’ll be put into the chamber and loaded onto the ship once we get to the launch pad. Inside are two buttons, button two initiates the cryogenic freeze, button one engages emergency stop in case you need to—“

“I won’t.” I interrupted.

“Just in case. You’ll have twenty four hours to press either button once you are loaded into the chamber. After the time limit, if you have not chosen either button, the mission will be aborted and you will be brought back to earth immediately. We will be in contact with you via a two way intercom. All you have to do is speak and we’ll hear you.”

“Noted.” I absent-mindedly replied.

“If you press button two…” he breathed deep, “You’ll be cryogenically frozen for five million years, and the ship will automatically return to earth when you wake up.”

“Can’t wait.” I said hoping he was done.

“You know...” he started “You can still—“

“Don’t.” I said, cutting him off.

At that moment, we reached the light at the end of the tunnel and the ship came into view. It was a fairly small vehicle, not much bigger than a school bus. Right in front of it was the chamber, lying on a conveyor belt, ready to be loaded. There were men in white coats scattered throughout the area, doing last minute checks and calculations.

“Your chariot awaits, Mr. Shelling.” The man said grimly while opening the chamber door.

“Thanks.” I said while getting in and closing the door.

The man cupped his mouth with his hands and screamed through the thick glass “Remember, you have twenty four hours—“

“Won’t need ‘em” I yelled. I pushed button two immediately, and my eyes went black.

A second later I woke up. My head hurt, my ears wrung, and my muscles ached. I couldn’t move anything below my neck, and the only thing I could see was a blinding light. When my eyes finally adjusted, I finally realized what had happened. My muscles had deteriorated during my sleep. Five million years had taken its toll on me. I couldn’t stay in this bed; I had to see what was waiting for me. I began to rock myself back and forth to roll myself out of the pod. When I finally managed to get myself onto the floor of the ship, I was sweating profusely and breathing  heavily. My lungs hurt badly, I hadn’t been breathing for five million years; they were not ready for this type of exertion. I could feel there was something wrong. Everything was too still. The ship was not moving. There was a window about two feet from where I was lying. If I could get to it, I would be able to see what I had waited so long for: The future. Slowly, I inched myself toward the window, my limbs getting stronger as my lungs got weaker.

At five inches away from the window, I could only see black.

I moved closer. Still only black.

Closer.

 Black.

I shut my eyes and crawled until I was directly over the window. Terror was filling my mind as I slowly imagined the hell that could be waiting for me. When I finally opened my eyes, I was again met with only black. My worst nightmare had come true. There was nothing left; everything was dead, even the stars. Everyone I’ve ever known: dead. I felt a sharp pain in my chest. How could I have been so stupid, to give up everyone I had ever loved. My sight became blurry and I became light headed. Five million years. Five million years I had been alone, and now, my final moments, alone in the dark. I breathed out for the last time, and my mind went blank.

title: [SF] [TH] [HR] Wrote a story for my English class. Entitled "Alone in the Dark."

question: What happens when Henry is put into the pod?

answer: He is cryogenically frozen for five million years.

critique: He doesn't wake up for five million years

critique: The answer should mention that he wakes up and his muscles have deteriorated.

critique: The answer should mention that Henry wakes up and is alone.

critique: The answer could be clearer in its pronoun use.

critique: Provide a little context by saying what he will wake up to

critique: The answer should mention that Henry dies.

critique: It is omitted that he wakes up five million years later.

text: The response should include that Henry will also be launched into space and his pod will return when he wakes up.

category: coverage


text:
[A giraffe in the Central Kalahari Game Reserve] [Tourists at Sedudu Island ] [Matsieng Foot prints] [Domboshaba Hills] [Hippos and elephants in Chobe] Botswana's principal TOURIST ATTRACTIONS are its game reserves, with hunting and photographic safaris available. Other attractions include the Okavango Delta region, which during the rainy season is a maze of waterways, islands, and lakes.[1] The tourism industry also helped to diversify Botswana's economy from traditional sources such as diamonds and beef and created 23,000 jobs in 2005.[2]

Development of the Tourist Industry

Botswana's tourism industry began to develop in the context of favorable geopolitical conditions in the 1990s.[3] Southern Africa experienced political stability following the end of apartheid as well as the release of Nelson Mandela from prison in 1990. The global improvements in transportation and communication systems of the time further served to make tourism in Botswana more viable.[4] In 1990 Botswana implemented a Tourism Policy aiming to increase tourist numbers, government revenue, and employment opportunities. The policy focused on attracting up-market international tourists from Europe, North America, Australia, and New Zealand to increase revenue. While employment rates were successfully increased with the tourism industry representing 4.5% of the total formal employment in Botswana,[5] most higher paying management level positions in the industry were reserved for expatriate workers.

Social and Environmental Impacts

Botswana relies on natural resources for both general livelihoods and tourism.[6] The scarce and fragile natural resources of the country are particularly crucial for rural livelihoods, which utilize water, forests, and rangeland.[7] The Okavango Delta region is both a popular tourist destination and a world heritage site as well as one of the largest inland deltas in the world.[8] Its popularity with tourists has stimulated the growth of infrastructure, facilities, and services in the region including banks, hotels, and airstrips. However, local communities of Khwai, Mababe and Sankoyo villages in the Okavango complain they lack access to natural resources of the Moremi Game Reserve because it has been dominated by international tourists and foreign tourism companies.[9]

While the vast majority of attractions are based on the country's natural resources, the tourism industry itself makes the very resources it has commodified vulnerable to damage. Large groups of people in tourist groups can disrupt wildlife and lead them to migrate to other habitats that may be unsustainable. Litter left behind by tourist groups can also alter soil composition and introduce harmful invasive species to the region. Other popular tourist activities like speedboating can further disturb aquatic wildlife while wildlife and bird photography can distort the behavior of certain species including their feeding and breeding patterns.[10]

Botswana has experimented with various methods of preserving natural resources including community based natural resource management (CBNRM), which is based on assumption that local people have more incentive and are more committed to the sustainable use of natural resources where they live compared to the more removed government.[11] However, the lack of resources and skills in local communities has often led them to depend on the assistance of international partners to achieve their dual goals of increasing economic prosperity and preserving natural resources.[12]

Expanding cultural tourism in Botswana has the potential to make tourism more sustainable by reducing the pressure and traffic in existing wildlife attraction sites while simultaneously creating a more equitable distribution of tourism-based development by providing more opportunities for local communities to engage in the tourism economy.[13] Cultural tourism provides opportunities for tourists to learn about art, heritage, and local traditions. Some argue it can boost the economic status of the people, create employment, enhance community cohesion and cultural pride, and contribute to the development of infrastructure.[14] Similarly, village based tourism also focuses on exposing tourists to traditional crafts and daily life, which particularly advantages women, who have often been left out of the benefits of tourism.[15] Revenue from village based tourism creates opportunities for vocational training and entrepreneurship for local women. Employment in their own home village allows women to fulfill their familial obligations while gaining financial independence.[16]

Visitor attractions

Hotels, lodges and camping sites

Botswana offers the traveller a choice of accommodation options from top class tourist hotels, luxury lodges and safari camps, to budget guesthouses and camping grounds. The major tourist areas have a choice of private lodges, safari camps, and public camping sites.

A variety of cuisines are served in hotels and restaurants from local favourites and game meat, to continental and Asian dishes. There are also plenty of fast food outlets and small restaurants/takeaways offering local dishes. For the full collection of accommodation sources, you can browse at Tourism in Botswana - Africa Tourism Web Portal.

National parks

Central Kalahari Game Reserve

Central Kalahari Game Reserve is an extensive national park in the Kalahari desert of Botswana. Established in 1961 it covers an area of 52,800 km², making it the second largest game reserve in the world.[17] The park contains wildlife such as giraffe, brown hyena, warthog, cheetah, wild dog, leopard, lion, blue wildebeest, eland, gemsbok, kudu and red hartebeest.

Chobe National Park

Chobe National Park, in northwest Botswana, has one of the largest games concentration in Africa continent. By size, this is the third largest park of the country, after the Central Kalahari Game Reserve and the Gemsbok National Park, and is the most diverse. This is also the country's first national park.

Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park

Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park is a large wildlife preserve and conservation area in southern Africa. The park straddles the border between South Africa and Botswana and comprises two adjoining national parks: Kalahari Gemsbok National Park in South Africa and Gemsbok National Park in Botswana. The total area of the park is 38000 km² (14,668 mi²). Approximately three-quarters of the park lies in Botswana and one-quarter in South Africa.

Tourist information

The Botswana government's National Conservation Strategy and Tourism Policy was created to promote tourism while protecting wildlife areas. Citizens of the United States, South Africa, British Commonwealth countries, and most Western European countries do not need visas for stays of less than 91 days. Passports are required for travel in the country. Proof of yellow fever and cholera immunizations are required of tourists from infected areas.[18]

The World Economic Forum report on Travel and Tourism Global Competitiveness ranked Botswana 88 out of 141 countries in its 2015 Travel and Tourism Competitiveness Index. The same report praised Botswana's attractions, and the low rating was due to challenges confronting tourists, including lack of access to modern technologies, poor roads and communications.[19]

Statistics

In 1999, there were 2,100 hotel rooms with 3,720 beds and a 53% occupancy rate. 843,314 visitors arrived in Botswana that year with more than 720,000 from other African countries. Tourism revenues in the year 2000 totaled $313 million. In 2003, the US Department of State estimated the average daily cost of staying in Gaborone to be $129, compared to Kasane at $125. Costs may be as low as $50 in other regions of the country.[20] Botswana is considered the safest country to visit in Africa.[21]

Most visitors arriving to Botswana who stated holiday as their purpose of entry in 2014 came from the following countries of nationality:[22]

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title: Tourism in Botswana

question: What does the article say about the disadvantages of tourism in Botswana?

answer: Tourism has been difficult to develop because of the country's geophysical setting, a harsh desert homeland with a developing economy. The poor infrastructure within Botswana itself is an issue as well because more investments could lead to greater negative impacts. For example, human wasps were imported to control tse tse flies, but with the support of international aid the wasps escaped and led to wild monkey populations dying because their blood was poisonous to the wasps.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

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

critique: The first two lines of the answer are not relevant for the question.

question: What does the article say about the advantage of tourism in Botswana?

answer: Botswana's principal tourist attractions are the game reserves. The tourism industry helped to diversify Botswana's economy and created 23,000 jobs in 2005. The tourism industry reduced the pressure and traffic in existing wildlife attraction sites.

critique: The response misses to mention that the tourism industry has the potential to make tourism more sustainable by reducing the pressure and traffic in existing wildlife attraction sites while simultaneously creating a more equitable distribution of tourism-based development by providing more opportunities for local communities to engage in the tourism economy.

critique: The answer omits the social and environmental impacts of tourism in Botswana.

critique: The tourism industry also helped preserve natural resources.

critique: The response misses to mention that the tourism industry also has the potential to make tourism more sustainable by reducing the pressure and traffic in existing wildlife attraction sites while simultaneously creating a more equitable distribution of tourism-based development by providing more opportunities for local communities to engage in the tourism economy.

critique: "Botswana's principal tourist attractions are the game reserves" - this is incorrect because the tourism attractions are mentioned in a paragraph.

critique: It's omitted that the tourism industry has the potential to create more opportunities for local communities to engage in the tourism economy.

critique: The answer omits the potential economic advantages of tourism.

critique: "The tourism industry reduced the pressure and traffic in existing wildlife attraction sites." - the article doesn't say anything about the pressure and traffic in existing wildlife attraction sites. This sentence should be removed.

question: Summarize the expected tourism experience for international tourists in Botswana.

answer: Thehotel and restaurant experience is diverse, with all manner of cuisines. There are also numerous camps that have many resources for the tourists as well.

critique: The response is missing the part about the game reserves.

critique: The article does not mention the hotel and restaurant experience.

critique: The response is missing a few important details about Botswana's tourism experience.

critique: The response is missing some key details about the expected tourism experience.

critique: The answer does not mention the game reserves, which are a major tourist attraction.

critique: The response is missing the part about the national parks.

text: Fix "the hotel"

category: coherence

refinement: Thehotel and restaurant experience is diverse, with all manner of cuisines. There are also numerous camps that have many resources for the tourists as well.

question: What does the article say about the effects of tourism on Botswana's middle-class?

answer: No answer

critique: The question asks about the middle-class, which is not mentioned in the article.

critique: "No answer" is not an acceptable response.

critique: The article does mention the effects of tourism on Botswana's middle-class.

critique: The article does talk about the effects of tourism on Botswana's middle-class.


text:
Walking down Main Street, James sees something.
He sees something florescent. It's glowing. It's calling is name. He must get to it. He needs it. He must find what is giving off such an enticing shade of green.

He pushes past every person in his way--young, old, large, small, male, female-- he doesn't care. He needs to see it. He needs to touch it. Running as fast as he can, it only seems to get farther away.
Oh, why can't he run faster?

He's getting closer; he can feel it.

*"But it still looks so far away."* He thought.

He pushes a small girl aside and she hits the ground. And then she was gone. The girl had disappeared. James stopped running.

*"where did she go?"*

James looked around.

*"Where did everyone go?"*

The street that was a blur with people, cars, lights, and sounds moments ago was now inexplicably empty and so very quiet. He turned his body back to it's original position and saw there, lying in the street, the glowing thing that vexed him so.

He started slowly towards it with sure steps, shaking with anticipation.

*"Finally."*

He stopped a foot-and-a-half away from the object and lowered himself to the ground. he reached his hand out to touch it and just as fast as everyone disappeared, so did the sun. Darkness stretched far and wide. James could barely see the street.

*"I don't remember the sun setting. It all happened so fast."*

He looked back to the ground to find that the object--like the little girl-- had gone.
Speechless, he grabbed and scraped at the ground where the object was seconds ago.

Anger and loss made it's way from the bottom of his stomach to the top of his lungs, and he cried out in anguish. He slammed his fists onto the cement, and suddenly, the street was gone.

Falling through the blackness, James screamed and flailed his arms trying to find something--anything-- to hold onto, but found nothing. There was nothing above and nothing below him.
How long had he been falling? Weeks? Months? It felt more like years.

As time passed, he stopped screaming. He stopped grasping. He sometimes forgot he was still falling. He had become so accustomed to the nothingness; he almost felt like one with it. He felt peaceful. But he still asked the question time and time again:

*"Will I be falling forever?"*

Instantaneously, his body collided with stone. His bones cracked, his bladder released, and his mouth gave way to vomit and then blood. His lungs contracted and expelled all air from it's passages.

Writhing there, half-dead, James could feel is organs begin to shut down. After what felt like hours, his lungs finally relaxed, allowing oxygen to enter. Coughing and gasping, James saw out of the corner of his eye, a faint green glow.

He turned his head and saw the object lying there. The way it sat there, just out of reach, felt like it was mocking him; watching him; laughing at his pathetic situation.

*"I have to destroy it."*

He searched himself for any shred of strength. He stretched his arms out in from of him and started to drag himself toward the object that he now hated. He drug himself until he saw that, again, he was getting no closer to it.

Dejected, he lay his head on the ground.

**plink**

He looked at the stone floor and saw a little white lump. He picked it up and looked closer.
There in his hands, was a tooth.

**plink**

He looked down and found another. Confused, he ran his tongue along the teeth in his mouth and found two empty spaces; one where a molar once was, and one where a canine should be.

**plink**

Another tooth. And another. And another.
James tried to put them back in his mouth, but his hands felt like they were underwater. He tried to scream, but his mouth was full of gravel.

The high-pitched squeal of heavy machinery met his ears and bright flash blinded him.

Clutching his chest and gasping, he sat up. The blankets had fallen to the floor and the pillows were at the foot of the bed. The sheets were damp with sweat. Trying to calm himself, James said,

"Only a dream."

Laying down, He said,

"It was just a dream."

title: First short story that I've actually put effort into. Feedback is appreciated, but please be nice.

question: What does the text say about the narrator's feelings toward the object?

answer: The narrator is very interested in the object. He is so interested in it that he pushes past everyone in his way to get to it. He is so desperate to get to the object that he doesn't care who he pushes out of the way. He is so desperate to get to the object that he is willing to risk his life to get to it.

critique: This describes the narrator's feelings about the art piece, not his feelings about the object as described in the story.

critique: The narrator doesn't risk his life to get to the object. It's not really clear how he feels about the object.

critique: The narrator is not willing to risk his life to get to the object.

text: The phrasing of the answer is repetitive.

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

answer: No answer

critique: The text speaks enough about the narrator's family. James' family is mentioned in the form of the missing tooth which haunts him in his sleep. This connects him to his family. He thinks about them after searching for a missing molar that becomes lodged in his dream.


text:
	A gust kicked dust across his boots. The road seemed to be dissolving in the wind, as it picked up and whirled the dirt about. As it ascended, his trench coat fluttered against him. In the corner of his eyes, he could see his compadre on either side; steadfast in resolve, they stood like stone against the rising dust tide. For miles ahead and miles behind, for miles to the left and to the right; nothing but dirt, rocks and flat. The land between the roads was a wasteland of dead plants and loose soil, turned infertile by the folly of man. The sun was once beating down, but the storm that once loomed in the distance was now upon them.
	A tower of cloud, sucking the air from around them. He knew what was upon him, It has come. The sky darkened as the storm began to pick up. The winds stopped coming from behind and were coming from anywhere and everywhere. Swirls and eddies of dirt and dead grass flung about. Yet here they stood. Lighting struck through the clouds, but they still stood fast.
	He could feel his resolve as one with his allies; what they faced soon would test this resolve. The storm raged in large gusts, but there was naught for it to throw around except dust and pebbles. No rain came, only howling winds and terrible lightning. They felt locked into place, iron willed to not give an inch. Then It came. A tornado forming up the road in front of them, but as it touched down a great flame came from the ground, and the twister sucked the flame high into the sky, and lightning cracked and exploded  from the cloud to the flaming vortex.
	As it neared them, their resolve was never stronger. It is coming, but It will not hurt us. Whatever form It takes, no harm shall befall us if we stay our ground. He knew it, and so did the only two human beings he had for miles. The pillar of flame made its way closer, only a few hundred yards away, when it widened with great speed, like a slow moving explosion, only to stop growning just as suddenly, and it stopped its advance. The pillar ripped open in the middle to expose some terrible darkness, when out It stepped. And It’s form was not pleasant. A gargantuan demon from the earth to the cloud; he had a dark and smokey skin and was not easy to get a focus on, except his head. Large curved horns, and the face of a nose-less, eyebrow-less man except with fire coming out of cuts and scars. Their resolve was unshaken. It won’t hurt us, It is testing us. As he approached one large step at a time, It got smaller. A lot smaller. Until It was barely smoking and easy to see, and only a foot or two taller than a man. It was a man, at least so it seemed. His face had grown out of that mask of fire and scars, and He was a handsome man at that. Nothing hideous, but you could read the malice in His eyes. And so He approached ever so casually, while their hearts raced. The Prince of Darkness, Lucifer.
	“And so I am.” Said He with a voice eased and mid pitched. Terrifying, it would seem, was not his approach now. “And you are the band...”
	“Aye,” he answered, feeling confident in speaking. “He who is the bringer of arts and music, we beseech for Your Blessing, so that we may unlock the greatest potential of man through power greater than he.”
	“And so it shall be, but what do you offer that I, who is ever so generous in granting thee Power beyond man?”
	“We offer NOT our souls.”
	“What? That is the only wa-”
	“EAT LEAD MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!” They pulled tommy guns out of their trenchcoats and unloaded on the motherfucker. Satan was dead before he could shit his pants, and they absorbed all of his powers. Now, The Man In The Badass Trenchcoat was Prince of Darkness, and could shred harder than any man alive. The band went on to be really big for a few years, then they all died of various drug and alcohol overdoses.
The end.

title: The Crossroads

question: Summarize the rock band's plan.

answer: The Man in the Badass Trenchcoat and his compadres are at battle with warlock. They are banishing and unbenching him but not fighting him openly on purpose. The warmongerer submits but asks what they will give him in return for his powers. The lead singer says they won't give him their souls and the rockers unload I 12-gauge shotgun-yelling that they eat lead.

critique: The band is not at battle with a warlock. The band is at battle with the devil.

critique: The band doesn't unload a shotgun. They pull out tommy guns.

critique: The band is not at war with a warlock. They are at war with Lucifer.

critique: They are the rock band in this story, the Man in the Badass Trenchcoat is the leader of the band and is "referred to as He who is the bringer of arts and music."

critique: The band does not unload a shotgun. They shoot a Tommy gun.

question: Summarize the supernatural elements of the story.

answer: The story is set in a world where there are demons and angels. The Prince of Darkness, Lucifer, is the main antagonist of the story. The main characters are able to kill him and absorb his powers.

critique:
-Further distinction about demons, angels, and devils need to be included.
-The passage should also indicate that the band shooting is done inspired by a deal with the devil to get more power.

critique: It is omitted that the main characters are able to summon a storm and a tornado.

critique: The answer should mention that the band is able to kill Lucifer.

critique: "The story is set in a world where there are demons and angels. The Prince of Darkness, Lucifer, is the main antagonist of the story. The main characters are able to kill him and absorb his powers." - this is incorrect and needs to be removed.

critique: The answer omits the band's use of guns.

question: What does the story say about the characters of the band members?

answer: The band members are steadfast, resolved in their mission, and unwavering in their approach to the devil. They are also able-to-use violence as a tool for their purposes.

critique: While violent, the act of shooting and killing Lucifer is not used as a tool for their purposes. It is employed for no other reason than to gain his power.

critique: The band members are not unwavering in their approach to the devil. They are unwavering in their resolve to not give an inch.

critique: The story does not say anything about the band members.

critique: The answer should mention that they are unscrupulous.

critique: The band members are not violent. They kill the devil.

critique: The answer should mention that they are also violent.

question: What does the story say about the recording industry?

answer: No answer

critique: The band's success probably parallels that of the music.


text:
Last Stop

Sweat begins to drip down Reznov’s face as the countryside of his homeland rushes by his window. He knows what’s coming up and it’s a necessity that he maintains his composure yet his heart starts to palpitate and palms become clammy as the border crossing gets closer and closer. He’s confused and taken back by his anxious state. He’s forgotten the first rule in his line of work; maintain a calm state of mind and under no circumstances …break… character. This directly leads into rule number two; don’t, get, caught. Then again this time it isn’t really work. He’s not pretending anymore, not adopting a new character when he arrives at his destination nor are there any contacts to help…this time it’s just him. This time it’s personal. No more fake IDs and passports and most importantly no more help from Shinra Headquarters.

Shinra Headquarters. He shudders at the thought of his old place of work. What he believed in, what he worked for, what he fought for, what he lived for, and yet, the whole reason why he’s fleeing. He thinks back on what caused him to turn his back on his homeland, never to return, to effectively run from his country and kin and seek refuge in ‘enemy’ territory. All of his life he thought he was fighting for the right reasons. He’s seen so much now that he doesn’t know what to think. Was everything he believed in and dedicated his life for a lie? All propaganda from a totalitarian and fascist government that he himself worked for and gathered intel for and worst still…believed in. It’s like his whole world has been tipped upside down since he broke free from that world of despair and oppressive tyranny. He still can’t believe that he couldn’t see what kind of world he was living in worse yet working for. Not until now.  Peace sells…but who’s buying? They tried to control everything, control people to the point of oppression, control food, control luxury items, control thought, control free speech. Control freedom. It’s like the harder you squeeze your fist the more easily people will see cracks between your fingers like he did. He finally realised that the people and government he was working for and had once believed in was incompatible with his morals.

As he thinks this he is disrupted by the chime of a the train announcement; “Last stop coming up; The International border crossing at Safia” .

His stomach drops and he feels as though he’s just gone over the crest of a steep rollercoaster experiencing negative gravity. He turns pale, shudders as if someone had poured ice cold water down his back. Then Reznov feels unbearably ill. He takes several deep breaths trying to keep calm and collected. He reflects on  past missions he has completed - hundreds of dangerous and risky operations, with many involving tricky border crossings, even been in life threatening situations several times and he’s done this all without batting an eyelid. Yet now that has been backed into fleeing and he is a mess. He’s meant to be a professional yet right now he’s acting like an amateur, with nerves worse than the first day on the job. Not calm or confident in his expert ability. He’s mouth feels full of cotton wool and his throat dry.

Suddenly he hears foot steps behind him. This is it he thinks. It’s over. Well I’m not going out without a fight he mutters as he mentally prepares himself. The footsteps get closer. His fight or flight response kicks in and there’s an adrenalin surge throughout his body. He has the look of a prepared killer in is mako green eyes and he is ready. He feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Excuse me, sir...”

He grabs the hand and pins the person against the wall of the train violently. To his horror he sees a petrified young female train attendant. What has he done how could he do this he thinks.

“S..sorry” Reznov stutters then he runs to the restroom.

He slams closed the door, puts his hands against the sink and looks at himself in the mirror dripping in sweat still feeling unbearably ill.

He was ready to kill that poor young train attendant without so much as a second thought, thank god he didn’t he thinks. He splashes water on his face as deeply exhales; he doesn’t know what to do now. He’s questioning his ability, wondering if it’s worth it, wondering if he’ll even make it. He’s lost.

“This is your driver speaking, we are 5 minutes away from the international border crossing have your RFID chips and registration ready, thank you for traveling skyline railway have a safe trip”

He can’t do this he thinks. He looks in his front pocket at his last resort. The last line of defence for any Shinra covert agent. Cyanide. He takes out his forged registration and looks at where the RFID chip he made and programed was in his arm. In his right hand is his registration. In his left hand is a cyanide pill. Possible freedom. Or instant escape. He hears the train screech on the breaks as they arrive at their last stop. It’s time to decide…

title: Last Stop (Short story I wrote for school feedback is appreciated)

question: What does the text tell us about Shinra?

answer: Shinra Headquarters exists within a totalitarian, fascist government. It works for the totalitarian government and has headquarters in countries that are considered 'enemy territory'. To work there, one must have a valid passported issued by the government. This government government exercises control over food and luxury items, thoughts, how and where people can exercise free speech, and how much freedom the people have. Agents are given fake ID cards, trained in flight and in ways of traversing borders undetected.

critique: The question only asked about the company. In response, it listed a lot of facts about the government.

critique: The answer is a summary of the text, not a description of Shinra.

critique: The government is totalitarian and fascist, not the Shinra.

critique: The government is totalitarian and fascist, not the Shinra Headquarters.

critique: The line about agents being trained in flight is unattested.

critique: The government is totalitarian and fascist.

critique: "This government government exercises control over food and luxury items, thoughts, how and where people can exercise free speech, and how much freedom the people have. Agents are given fake ID cards, trained in flight and in ways of traversing borders undetected." - this is incorrect and doesn't make any sense. The government is a totalitarian and fascist government. Needs a complete rewrite.

question: Summarize Reznov's reasons for leaving his country.

answer: Reznov realizes that the government he works for constitutes an oppression and violates his moral beliefs. He can see and experience firsthand how strict the government is and realizes he feels wrong.

critique: The response misses to mention that he feels like he can't see what kind of world he was living in worse yet working for.

critique: The answer should mention that he believes the government is totalitarian and fascist.

critique: The second sentence is a bit confusing without context.

critique: The response should include the government's control over the people.

critique: The answer should mention that the government also controls everything.

critique: The answer should mention that he's been working for the government for a long time.

critique: The answer should mention that he's fleeing the country.

question: What does the text tell us about Reznov's home country?

answer: Reznov comes from a totalitarian, fascist government. The country is completely controlled by the government, who tightly regulates the people, their food and the distribution of luxury items. The government also tries to control free speech, a people's thoughts and the ideals they live by.

critique: "The government also tries to control free speech, a people's thoughts and the ideals they live by." - this is inaccurate. The government tried to control free speech and the people's thoughts, but it's not clear if they succeeded.

critique: The answer doesn't mention the border crossing, which is a key detail.

critique: Remove the redundancy of saying "Reznov comes from".

critique: The answer should mention the border crossing.

critique: The government also tries to control freedom.

critique: "The country is completely controlled by the government, who tightly regulates the people, their food and the distribution of luxury items. The government also tries to control free speech, a people's thoughts and the ideals they live by." - this is inaccurate. The government doesn't try to control free speech, a people's thoughts and the ideals they live by. It controls free speech, thoughts, and ideals.

text: "The country is completely controlled by the government" is an oxymoron. The sentence should be rewritten to indicate that the government is fascist and totalitarian.

question: What does the text tell us about Reznov's friends and family?

answer: No answer


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

Life

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

Bequests

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

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

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

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title: Edmund Meyrick

question: Describe Meyrick's relationship to Wales.

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

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

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

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

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

critique: He also held several positions in West Wales.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

question: When did Meyrick live?

answer: 1636 to 1713

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

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

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

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

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

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


text:
ASTROLINE were a Belgian Eurodance project by DJ/producer Bart Smolders, Christophe Chantzis (Absolom, Ian Van Dahl) and Stefan Wuyts (DJ Jimmy Goldschmitz & Heliac), who were together from the mid-1990s to the mid-2000s. They are best known for their hit single “Feel The Fire”. Vocals were done by Kathleen Goossens. Other producers involved were Gert Corvers and Peter Luts (Lasgo, Ian Van Dahl, Groove Watchers). On stage singer Kathleen Goossens was accompanied by Gert Covers on keyboard and two dancers (An Hoube and Katarina Vincente).

Biography

Their first release “Take Good Care (Of Me)” became a club hit in Belgium and a minor radio hit (#46). Originally the track was released as “Astroline feat. DJ Bart” on 12 inch. For its cd-single release the name “Astroline” was adopted, transforming it from a studioproject to a dance group In the beginning of 1998 their second release “Feel The Fire” topped the Belgian Ultratop Dance Chart in its first week. The single climbed to #9 and became their biggest hit single. Other releases were “Smiling Faces” (1998), “No Way Out” (1999), “Angels” (2000). Their last release was “Close My Eyes” in the summer of 2000. While this single didn’t do anything special in Belgium, they had a nice hit with it in Canada in 2001. After Astroline separated, Kathleen Goossens became the singer of dance project Orion Too. Later on she changed her stage name to Caitlin. Peter Luts started his most successful project to date, Lasgo. In 2001 Kathleen Goossens returned to the dance scene as Orion Too feat. Caitlin. She had two (inter)national hits with “You And Me” and “Hope And Wait”. She also did vocals for studio project like Airwave and Third Bass.

Discography

Singles

  Year                                      Single                     Peak chart positions
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  BEL (VL)
  1997                                      “Take Good Care (Of Me)”   46
  1998                                      “Feel the Fire”            9
  “Smiling Faces”                           12
  1999                                      “No Way Out”               36
  2000                                      “Angels”                   32
  “Close My Eyes”                           42
  “—” denotes releases that did not chart

title: Astroline

question: What does the text say about Astroline's separation?

answer: The group disbanded in the summer of 2000. Peter Luts (Lasgo) started his most successful project to date. In 2001, Kathleen Goossens recorded vocals for studio projects Groove Watchers and Airwave.

critique: The info about Groove Watchers and Airwave is irrelevant.

critique: The group disbanded in the summer of 2000. - is incorrect. The group disbanded in the mid-2000s.

critique: The answer is incorrect. Astroline did not disband in the summer of 2000.

critique: The text does not say that the group disbanded in the summer of 2000. The answer should be rewritten to reflect the accurate information.

critique: The text doesn't mention Groove Watchers or Airwave.

critique: Goossens's studio-related work is irrelevant

critique: The group disbanded in the summer of 2000. Peter Luts (Lasgo) started his most successful project to date. In 2001, Kathleen Goossens recorded vocals for studio projects Groove Watchers and Airwave.

critique: The answer does not mention that after Astroline separated, Kathleen Goossens became the singer of dance project Orion Too.

text: It would be better to say that the band separated sometime before the mid-2000s as it's not actually stated when they separated. The summer of 2000 is when they released their last single.

category: accuracy

refinement: The group disbanded in the summer of 2000. Peter Luts (Lasgo) started his most successful project to date. In 2001, Kathleen Goossens recorded vocals for studio projects Groove Watchers and Airwave.

question: What does the text say about the Canadian rock scene?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention Astroline's single "Close My Eyes".

critique: The answer should mention Astroline's hit single in Canada.


text:
All Because of Me
   Just one more minute, one more moment. It was all I needed, and I blew it. She’s gone, forever, all because of me. Our eyes will never meet, our hands never interlock, our love never shared ever again. And it’s all because of me. She was my entire life, my whole inspiration and purpose in life. I lived every day of my being just to spend even a single minute with her. She was my definition of beauty, for no one to ever come close to. And now I have nothing and nobody else, in the world right enough for me. And it’s all because of me.
   My senior year of high school was picturesquely perfect. I was a god who walked those halls, merely among common men, of those whom were barely worthy enough to bow down to me. Except something felt missing. For all the fun I was having, it just wasn’t satisfying, and for all I tried and tried it never would come to me why. That was, of course, until I met her. The way she could light up the room was indescribable. She literately made me freeze in my tracks, made me forget everything, and just know her. But no one else noticed this. So I saw it as a blessing, we were destined to be together and nothing would get in our way.
   Our simple passings in the hallways turned into eye contact, but awkward at first. Oh how her eyes shuttered like a pristine lake, glimmering like the sapphires given to her by birth. These very eyes starred into the depths of my soul and dug into me like a harpoon, latched in and never came out. So I pulled my churning stomach together, and went for it. The girl I had merely thought about, never talked to before, was not startled at all by my contact. She seemed to expect it, and very enthusiastically went on our first of many dates that Friday night. As the time passed, I fell in love with just everything about her; how she parted her golden locks, which clothes she wore on what days of the week, how she giggled when I tickled her, and how she breathed deep when I hugged her. But this the proverbial iceberg, I had only met the surface of this deep, dark twisted beauty.
   One late night, after going to a friends party, she broke down in the car on our way to her house. I didn’t understand what was going on, and any words I tried to say to comfort her were ignored. She just wept and wept, for no apparent reason at all. Finally, when we arrived at her house, she looked up from her tear soaked knees and make eye contact with me. Our eyes stayed there, interwoven, for God knows how long. All I could do was pull her in, hold her tight, and promise her that she could tell me anything in the entire world, and that no matter what happened I would be there for her in an instant. We spent 2 more hours that night just sitting in my car, talking. The love of my life opened up a wound that no one had ever cared enough to examine before, and she told me about how depression had affected her. She spent her nights, locked in her own room, cutting herself as she wept. The pain was the only way she knew how to come back from her nightmare of a life. Her parents were clueless, and she was lost in a deep sea of terror and confusion and fear all mixed into one grand tempest of her life. She feared for her very own life, because she never knew when or what would set off her sadness, her emptiness. She tired to stay strong that entire conversation, but I knew on the inside it took her all the courage and trust that was encompassed in her small and delicate body to tell me her deepest and darkest secrets. It was at that moment that I realized my own purpose-it was to save this girls life.
   After that night, things would never be the same. She expected me to abandon her, to throw her off like an outcast. But I didn’t, and she became my obelisk that I put all my energy and time into, and I knew that God intended me on saving her. Months passed, and she showed progress. I became a crutch for her to lean on, in times of trouble, and she went an entire month without touching that unforgiving blade. Then, one night, my phone rang. All I could hear was her, sobbing with a waterfall down her face, telling me to come over as soon as I could, because she had lost it. She had her father’s revolver held up to her head, minutes away from her life ending in a pull of a trigger. I bolted to my Dad’s car, the closest and fastest way I could think of to get to her, and left without a word to my family. I sped through the streets, taking every single way I could to save even just a second, because it could be the difference. I approached a stop sign, and after a split second decisions, stopping at this sign became a definite no. So I blew right through it, and then-nothing. The next thing I know, I am at the gates of Heaven, being told the story of my life and death to see if I am worth of this eternal life. It turned out that I was t-boned by a drunk driver who also ran that fateful intersection. I died on impact, but I will never be told if my angel made it that night. I will never know. And it’s all because of me.

title: All Because of Me

question: What does the story say about how the protagonist feels about the girl?

answer: The protagonist clearly seems to have a very intimate relationship with the girl. The narrator seems to feel comfortable enough to enter the girl's home that night. The narrator pours out his heart to the protagonist and learns some intimate details of her life. For example, the girl confessed that she often cries and cuts herself at night in her room. She is filled with so much sadness and misery. Her parents are clueless, and she fears that her life will end. Learning all of these details seem to lift a weight off the narrator's shoulders and inspire him to focus on helping the girl. The narrator feels a sense of purpose hearing these details of her life.

critique: The answer should mention that the protagonist died from an accident while trying to save the girl.

critique: The narrator doesn't enter the girl's home. It's her house.

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

critique: The narrator does not enter the girl's home that night.

critique: The answer should mention that the protagonist dies trying to save the girl.

critique: The narrator doesn't enter the girl's home that night.

critique:
-The third sentence is not related to how he feels about the girl. This should be omitted.
-The sixth sentence also needs to be removed for the following reason:
The sixth paragraph is the model's interpretation of the protagonist's feelings about the girl, so the excerpt does not support the model's answer.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator dies trying to save her.