text:
 A long time ago, in a forest not far from here, a little girl of no more than four stood looking up at the trees in awe of their great heights. She was amazed at the texture of the bark beneath her tiny fingers and the colours of the leaves on the forest path. Upon hearing soft foot steps crunching the leaves behind her, she giggled and darted through the trees, hiding behind an exceptionally large one. She waited, breathing heavy, for the footsteps to continue. She heard them pick up speed, and suddenly the girl was flying through the air, swinging in the arms of her father. Squealing in delight she begged to be swung higher and faster. Her father swings her around once more, before plopping her down into the foliage on the forest floor.

Kneeling before his little girl, looking earnestly into her sweet face, he warned her not to run off again, for the woods were quite large, and it would be easy to get lost. The girl, quick to reassure that she would stay close, nodded her head vigorously, causing her dark curls to shake. Together they walked through the forest, marvelling at the trees and the path, touching the leaves and the moss mottling the tree bark.

It was then the little girl saw it. A butterfly. It was the bluest butterfly she had ever seen. Ignoring her fathers earlier warning she left the path and followed the butterfly deeper into the woods, and away from her father. She climbed over fallen logs, and ducked under low branches. She walked for hours in the woods, following the butterfly, while her father searched for her.

Eventually, after the sun had retreated, and the shadows crept closer, the butterfly landed on single flower, the colour of the morning sun. Creeping up to the flower, she stared, wide eyed, at the butterfly. At this time a boy, only a few years older than she, stood in the shadows watching the girl. He knew she was loved and that someone must be missing her, for her hair was tied up in ribbons, and her clothes, despite her trek through the woods, were clean. Stepping into the light he called out to her  “Hey, you!”

The girl jumped in fright, spinning around to see who was there. When she saw the boy, his own clothes dirty and ripped, she rushed to him, feeling great sadness the sight of him. She gave him a hug and told the boy how they were going to find her father, and he would wash and fix his clothes, “because that’s what daddies do.” She took the boys hand and gave a pull on his arm. “Come on,” she complained. “He can’t help you if you don’t come with me” The boy didn’t understand, but knew the woods were no place for such a girl, especially a nice girl. Giving in, he held her hand tight and together they looked for her father.

Another hour passed, and the little light left soon turned to darkness. The girl was growing scared her, only comfort in the boy still holding her hand. He whispered to her that everything would be okay. Shortly after, the children noticed long sweeping lights, filtering through the trees. A search party was out looking for the lost little girl. When the children were spotted by the a member of the search team, they were scooped up and brought to the search base. The news soon spread, and the girl was rushed into her fathers waiting arms. She twisted to find the boy in the celebrating crowd, so her daddy could help him wash and sew his clothes, but he was no where to be found. The boy was gone.

The girl was brought home, and while she and her father still walked the forest, it was impressed upon her that she never leave the path. The passing days turned to weeks, the weeks into months, until many years had passed and the girl was no longer a girl, but a woman. And as the woman walked the woods, staying on the familiar path her father had taught her so many years ago, she came across a blue butterfly. The second blue butterfly she had ever witnessed in these woods.

Without a second thought, she took off after the butterfly. Her shoes, tripping her as she ran were quickly discarded. Her clothes caught and tore on stray branches, but the woman did not stop. She ran and ran until the sky had darkened, and the butterfly finally stopped to rest on a yellow flower.

Recognizing this place she spun around, just in time to see a man step into the moonlight. “Its you,” she whispered, breathless. The woman had finally found the boy who had saved her so many years before. She ran to him, took his hand, and together they walked through the forest once more. This time the woman was not afraid, for she knew she was safe, and the man felt no need to reassure her, instead they walked in silence knowing they had finally found their home.

EDIT: Thank you to /u/SurvivorType, /u/crimsonire92 and /u/theworldwithin for offering reviews and edits!

title: [RF] Finding Home

question: Summarize everything to do with plantlife.

answer: The little girl is amazed at the texture of the bark beneath her fingers and the colors of the leaves on the forest path. She follows a butterfly deeper into the woods, climbing over fallen logs and ducking under low branches. She walks for hours in the woods, following the butterfly. The butterfly lands on a single flower, the color of the morning sun.

critique: The answer should mention the butterfly the woman chases in the end.

critique: The response should include that the woman follows a butterfly years later.

question: What does the story say about the girl's relationship with her father?

answer: The girl becomes lost in the forest while she and her father are walking through it. The father becomes worried and searches for her. The girl leaves the path and chases after a butterfly, getting lost. The father searches for her and eventually finds her, holding her close and warning her not to run off again.

critique: The girl's father does not find her on the first search.

critique: The answer omits the girl's reunion with her father.

text: It's not the girl's father who finds her, it's a search party.

question: What does the story say about the type of person the boy is?

answer: The boy is dirty and his clothes are ripped when he finds the girl in the woods. He helps the girl find her father. He is kind, comforting, and protective of her when the search party finds them. He knows that the woods are no place for girls and excuses himself.

critique: The answer should mention that the boy is a grown man now.

question: What does the story say about how the boy wound up in the forest?

answer: No answer

critique: It is omitted that the boy doesn't have any memories of his past.


split: train

text:
_THE INVISIBLES_ is a British 2008 comedy drama series created and written by William Ivory for the BBC. It was produced by Company Pictures, shot in the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland.

Premise

Maurice Riley (Head) and Syd Woolsey (Clarke), are “The Invisibles”, a team of retired master burglars. After a string of successful crimes during the 1980s — during which they were never apprehended or identified by the authorities — they retired with their wives to the Spanish Mediterranean coast. In their heyday, the media turned them into minor folk heroes.

Now getting long in the tooth, they give in to homesickness and return to England, settling in a quiet Devon fishing village. They still have enough money to support themselves comfortably (though not as extravagantly as they might be used to), and look forward to a quiet life of fishing and the benefits of the NHS. Circumstances, however, conspire to pull them back to a life of crime. Woolsey's son (Tighe) is in trouble with mobsters, and the son of a former associate (Lennox Kelly) idolizes them and wants them to teach him the business. On top of this, they're feeling old and bored. Early capers prove to them that security technology and the brutality of the criminal life have changed dramatically in two decades, and they've lost their edge as well. But the excitement is undeniable, and they try to make a go of it.

Maurice's wife Barbara (Agutter), initially resistant to their plans, can't deny the positive effect it has on Maurice's demeanour. Their daughter, Grace (Emily Head), is completely unaware how Dad made his money or what he does when he goes out for the evening.[1]

Cast

-   Warren Clarke as Syd Woolsey
-   Anthony Head as Maurice Riley
-   Dean Lennox Kelly as Hedley Huthwaite
-   Jenny Agutter as Barbara Riley
-   Emily Head as Grace Riley
-   Paul Barber as Young Nick
-   Mina Anwar as Helen Huthwaite
-   Darren Tighe as Joe Woolsey

Music

The music was especially commissioned and composed by Nick Green and Tristin Norwell. The brass parts were performed by Guy Barker and Phil Todd.

Production

The series was filmed in the Northern Ireland village of Portaferry, County Down which was considered a good look alike for a Devon village without being so crowded.

It was originally commissioned under the title _Desperados_[2] but was changed to _The Invisibles_ to match the name used by Head and Clarke's characters, and in reference to how people become “invisible” in society as they get older.[3]

The BBC confirmed in March 2009 that it would not be renewing the series for a second season.[4]

DVD

It was released on DVD 14 July 2008 in the UK, and 26 May 2009 in the US.

Episodes

  Episode 1- First aired: 1 May 2008
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  After fifteen years of living it up in the Costa del Sol, Maurice Riley and Syd Woolsey are back in Britain. Mo is determined to keep his promise to his wife and not return to crime, but Syd's son is in trouble and the only way they can help bail him out is to rob again. With the help of their old colleague's son Hedley, the boys try one last job. Or so they say.
  Episode 2- First aired: 8 May 2008
  Maurice and Syd are shocked when Knacker, a copper from their past, rents the flat below them. Maurice struggles to keep him away from his visiting daughter, who doesn't know about his criminal history. Things get much worse for the boys when Knacker reveals he has evidence that could send them both down for a very long time - unless they do a job for him. They complete the job, but Knacker is seen by the authorities and blamed for the crime. He dies during the escape of natural causes, explaining to Mo he wanted the stuff for his wife.
  Episode 3- First aired: 15 May 2008
  Maurice is rattled when Barbara befriends a local aristocrat. When her bracelet is stolen, Maurice is convinced he knows the culprit and will stop at nothing to prove he's right. Meanwhile, Syd runs into his first love and as sparks fly again, he completely goes off the boil.
  Episode 4- First aired: 22 May 2008
  Maurice decides to try and crack the one safe that he could never open, the iron lady, ignoring warnings from Hedley and Syd of a curse on the safe. But, is it really a safe at all? Or is it just a distraction, the real safe, a much smaller one always right next to it. After, he cracks it he makes a getaway. And what beautiful prize does he get for his troubles? A paint bomb! Poof. And the trio of criminals end up looking like the smurfs.
  Episode 5- First aired: 29 May 2008
  Hedley considers leaving the gang and giving up his life of crime after finding out that his wife is pregnant.
  Episode 6- First aired: 5 June 2008
  After their doctor suffers a heart attack, Maurice and Syd realize that they're getting old. They both about trying to be young in very different ways: Syd tries cool clothes, roof jumping and other junkie related stuff, while Mo attempts to stop being short-tempered and become calm and peaceful, to give himself less stress. Barbara actually tries to encourage the weakling Mo to steal the real violin, which belonged to their daughter, but, she knows she's been given back a fake. After bodging the attempt to retrieve the stolen violin, they find themselves in a police siege in the pub. Hedley pretends to be a hostage and Syd and Mo get to grips that they're becoming old. They injure Syd's son in the genital area to get him out of the pub and tell Barbara how passes the message on, so, that their mentor knows what to do. They then escape, disguised and drive a motorbike out through the police squad and to safety, leaving their “Hostage” knocked out on the floor. They all celebrate with a big party in the jacuzzi, to the Invisibles final crime.

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title: The Invisibles (TV series)

question: Summarize what the text states about the production of the television series.

answer: The series was shot in the northern Ireland village of Portaferry, County Down. It was shot in the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland. The series was shot in the village and was considered a good look alike for a Devon village without being so crowded.

text: It is omitted that it was originally commissioned under the title 'Desperados' but was changed to 'The Invisibles' to match the name used by Head and Clarke's characters and in reference to how people become 'invisible' in society as they get older. The BBC confirmed in March 2009 that it would not be renewing the series for a second season.

category: coverage

question: How successful was the television series, the Invisibles?

answer: The show was not renewed for a second season.

critique: The response does not answer the question.

critique: The article does not say how successful the show was.

critique: The answer should mention that the show was released on DVD.

critique: The answer should mention the show's reception.

question: Summarize the premise of the television series, the Invisibles.

answer: Maurice Riley and Syd Woolsey are a team of retired master burglars who are pulled back into a life of crime. The media turned them into minor folk heroes in their heyday. The two go back to England, but circumstances force them to return to a life of crime. They try to make a go of it, but they are no longer as capable as they were in their heydays.

critique: It's omitted that Rob got into trouble with mobsters.

critique: The answer should mention that the two are pulled back into a life of crime by their son and a former associate's son.

critique: "The media turned them into minor folk heroes in their heyday. The two go back to England, but circumstances force them to return to a life of crime." - this is irrelevant and should be removed.

critique: The answer should mention that the two are pulled back into crime by their son and the son of a former associate.

critique: The answer should mention their retirement.

critique: "The media turned them into minor folk heroes in their heyday." - this is inaccurate. The media turned them into minor folk heroes during their heyday.

text: It is omitted that Maurice's wife Barbara, initially resistant to their plans, can't deny the positive effect it has on Maurice's demeanor. Their daughter, Grace, is completely unaware of how Dad made his money or what he does when he goes out for the evening.


text:
_I need to wake the fuck up. I’m dreaming. But it feels too good to get up. The children’s voices ring in my dreamy memory, unconsciously serenading me to them. The children are playing in the playgrounds. It’s not their fun that attract some to them. Their shorts, almost exposed young white legs tamed by their pasty melanin, has me mesmerized. I’m not waking up. I’d rather stare. I don’t know to stop._

_My calendar reads: September 26, 1997. I’m 43 years today. I want me a young victim, I say to myself. Seven, to be exact._

_I call in sick. The chocolate factory is a doozy. Not much work; I just stand by the chocolate mixer and watch chocolate mix in with the almonds. I just push the big green button to start the process. Eight bucks an hour for that?_

_I tell my boss that I’m going out with my wife. Nobody knew much about my life, only that I was married. OK, was all he said._

_Bullshit, though. I never married. I, in my dream, awake to a nice and warm fall morning. Florida is all summer, so the fall was a false allusion to what I missed back in New England. It was 87 degrees in the morning, 95 tops. When you want little boys, I said to myself, there’s no place better than the young boys swinging in monkey bars in Florida._

_My hair is curly—a mess, I admit—but the boys like it. They are unforgiving bouncy curls that extend as the hair grows; the more hair, the tighter the curls. The healthier they look, too. I look to my left to see my white hamper, open and emitting a scent of musty sweat. Nerves left pits of sweat throughout my pile of dirty clothing. And I’d tell my ex that I worked out too much. Yeah, OK, she said, looking at my expanding stomach._

_I went straight into the hamper, and I took the clothes the smell the last offensive: Superman shirt (boys like that, I know), khaki cargo shorts, and black flip-flops. No deodorant, too._

_I leave my apartment and the heat tackles my arms and neck. At least I thought it was the heat. I’m nervous. Will he like me? I asked myself. I go to the playground near my home. It caught my attention. It always did. This playground was plain. Nobody paid attention to it. Perfect place to pick me a fresh young boy. The fresher the meat, the better the picking. Bunche Park is the name of this playground I snipe my targets at._

_The playground had the standard yellow slides, blue monkey bars, and hard plastic playhouses. Who woulda thought, I’d say to myself, walking twenty minutes to find little boys. On my birthday. Turning 43. Curls graying while the boy I want has no conception of the pubic hair. I liked it. I couldn’t help myself._

_I lived on 158th Street in Opa-locka. Not a bad distance from the incognito parks. Easy targets, barely any help available for the scared little boys._

_I make my way to the Bunche playground. I stop and smile, marveling the children and their ability to forget that they’re risking their lives to low lives who skip a full paycheck in order to fill their heads with false promises of hard candy, soda, and cookies. I couldn’t help myself, though._

_I see a small Cuban boy with hazel eyes. The sun assaulted me even more. The nerves were attacking me to strike. I felt the heat much more then before. My legs broke out in cold sweats under the 87 degree clouds._

_I’m nervous, I say to myself, but here I am. No turning back._

_I see him chasing a little girl in a purple skirt and gray top. She was one he seemed to have wanted. I felt envy coursing through my veins._

_I approached him._

_Hey, I said._
_Hola, said the boy._
_How old are you?_
_Turning seven._
_When?_
_In a few hours, Mister._
_Nice! Hey, want candy?_
_OK, Mister…_

_As I brought him closer to the exit of the park, I held his hand. His confused but clear eyes stared into my eyes. My palms started to sweat. He held my hand._

_I felt at ease with him, the little Cuban boy, who was turning seven in a few hours. We had walked the twenty minute to my home. I was going to wait to fondle him after I tell him that the closest I have to hard candy, cookies, and soda is a licorice in the pockets of my cargos. He had to find it. Putting his soft white hands into my pocket would help him._

_As we approached the entrance of my home,_

I yelled myself back to reality. 7:01 A.M. I was a minute late to getting ready to go to work. But before I lefty head, I reached over to my nightstand, over my girlfriend, and got my phone. I called my psychologist.

Hey Michael, she said. Good morning. Beautiful day out, eh?
Yep, I said.

I got nervous. It was hot out. I turned on the TV.

87 degrees this morning. 95 tops, the meteorologist said.

title: [RF] Bunche Park

question: Summarize the plot twists in the story.

answer: The narrator seems to be working in a chocolate factory. The narrator is in the 3rd person. There is a plot twist in which the narrator, long to be a pedophile, does not actually stalk and rape a child. In actuality, the narrator's obsession and planning is merely part of an elaborate dream, as he wakes and realizes it is outside.

critique: The narrator is dreaming he is on his way to raping a child

critique: The answer should mention the age of the boy the narrator wants to molest.

critique: The plot twist is that the narrator is a pedophile.

critique: The narrator is not in the third person.

text: "The narrator is in 3rd person" is an irrelevant detail.

category: coherence

refinement: The narrator seems to be working in a chocolate factory. The narrator is in the 3rd person. There is a plot twist in which the narrator, long to be a pedophile, does not actually stalk and rape a child. In actuality, the narrator's obsession and planning is merely part of an elaborate dream, as he wakes and realizes it is outside.

question: Explain if the kidnapping event did or did not take place at any point in the present, future, or past.

answer: The story line may seem to take place in the past.

critique: The story took place in the narrator's dream.

critique: The story is not in the past, but in the present.

critique: The story line does not take place in the past.

critique: Can be inferred that if the event did not occur, then it is not in anyone's present, past, or future.

critique: "The story line may seem to take place in the past." - this is inaccurate. The story is told in the present.

question: Summarize what is meant by "easy targets".

answer: That information can't be found.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The passage does mention what the narrator means by "easy targets".

critique: The answer is incorrect. The narrator is talking about the young boys in the park.

critique: The information can be found in the passage.

question: Summarize whether or not the narrator is a bad person.

answer: The narrator is fondling the new boy he has taken a fancy to, against his will. The little boy was lured into the perpetrators house, where he was promised treats. However, these treats were actually laxatives- an act of nastiness to be exact. After this, the narrator threatened the child with a knife-most probably in an attempt to scare him. The ending paragraph also indicates that the narrator had let his ego talk for him, leaving him restless as he did know what had happened to the little boy.

critique: The description is relevant, but should include further details to qualify the response as being a summary.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: The answer is completely inaccurate and nonsensical.


text:
I’m sitting in the second-to-last row of the school bus, looking for someone to notice how quiet I’m being.
I’ve had a lot of days like these recently. The headache starts around noon, and by the time I get on the bus, my head is pounding and I feel like I’m going to be sick. I never do, but I kind of wish I would.
So every time, I’m stuck. Sitting here. I can’t do anything because it hurts. Doing nothing hurts too. The stringy brown leather of the seats is hot and I hate it.

I’m supposed to want everyone to be quiet. Anyway, my head stings when they’re loud. So when they start yelling too much I glare at them. They feel bad and look away. It doesn’t help.
The first few times they feel bad for you. They try to talk to you and ask you what’s wrong and how it feels and what they should do. But too many times and it’s not interesting.

I turn around behind me where the only other 5th grader is talking loudly, proud that he’s gotten the back seat. Just for today, I think. Every day we race for the back seat. I know it doesn’t seem important but it is. On days like this, though, I walk. I walked slowly here instead of the usual sprinting and shoving, and he still thinks he’s won something. Well today doesn’t count.

Finally I find myself wandering off the bus and exaggeratedly stumbling across the street. The bus rolls away with an aching hiss and I’m just standing there. I don’t want to walk home, but I can’t think of anything better. I walk a few steps and sit down. Everything is spinning and I’m really wishing I could cry. Suddenly there’s a familiar yapping. It should be annoying, but I’m so glad for the distraction that I sit and soak it in for a while before looking. I knew what it was but I looked anyway. I shouldn’t have. It’s bright out. Oh yeah, so the yapping belongs to a neighbor’s dog. There he is.

We talk about this neighbor a lot. Today he’s wearing a floral pink dress and red high heels that he’s clearly just mowed the lawn in. Oh wait, I said he. Maybe I should have said she? I don’t care. My head hurts.
He’s still just sitting there on his porch, just like every day. Well except some days. Some days he’s not there. I think I should be creeped about. I pretend to play with the grass because I still can’t get up. He’s might be looking at me. I wonder what he’s thinking. I wonder if he gets headaches too.

My migraine drops intensity for a few seconds and I need to take advantage of it. I jump up and pretend I’m fine. I walk forward, faster and faster. I make it past two houses until it all comes back, even worse to make up for the time I had.  I plop down on the curb.

Now he’s behind me, the only person outside on the whole street. I force myself to shift on the curb just enough so I can look at him, but pretend not to. Suddenly I realize how stupid I must look, and feel like I need an excuse. Dang it, if only I could cry. Instead I guess I’ll have to smile. I actually manage a sincere grin, sort of like I’m laughing at myself. I pretend he smiles back and maybe even gives me a nod, but I’m too far away and the street is blurry.

It’s time to go. I take a few deep breaths until I get one right, and then I stand up. I’m dizzy but I walk until I reach my front door. No one’s home. I walk in, collapse on the couch, and cry.

title: I'm new here, I've never written a short story in my life, and I'm really nervous. I'm sure this is awful, but could you give me some honest feedback?

question: Summarize the actions of the kids on the bus.

answer: The narrator is sitting in the second-to-last row of the bus. The kids are loud and the narrator is trying to get them to be quiet. The narrator is trying to get the kids to notice how quiet they are being. The kids feel bad for the narrator and try to talk to them. The kids get tired of trying to talk to the narrator and stop.

critique: The narrator is not trying to get the kids to notice how quiet they are being.

critique: The kids are not trying to get the narrator to be quiet.

critique: Convey much more of the child behaviour on the bus seriously and in breif. This model does nit do it.

critique: The narrator is not trying to get the kids to notice how quiet they are being. The kids are not trying to get the narrator to notice how quiet they are being.

question: What does the story say about the symptoms of the narrator's headache?

answer: The narrator's headache starts around noon and by the time they get on the bus, their head is pounding and they feel like they're going to be sick. The narrator's headache gets worse as the day goes on. The narrator's headache drops intensity for a few seconds and they need to take advantage of it.

critique: The response is missing the part where the narrator's headache gets worse as they walk home.

critique: The story does not mention that the narrator's headache drops with the passage of time. The answer should be revised to only include the part of the story the question asks about.

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

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator's headache gets worse when they're around loud noises.

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

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator's family is not mentioned.


text:
[Neutral living room]

4 min read February 9, 2018

Design trends are always changing, and today’s homebuyer wants an up-to-date house. Shag carpet and veneer walls were popular in the 1970s but now, those are seriously outdated. A home with that type of interior design can be harder to sell.

When you are looking to improve a home before a sale, you should consider some of the current interior design trends. Here are several of the hottest design trends for 2018:

Earthy Colors Reign Supreme

For the last several years, gray tones have been all the rage. Sometimes called greige, it is a mixture of gray and beige. Gray is dominant, but the color palette adds a little color to the soften gray. Soft pastels and earthy tones are the trend for 2018. They are tones that appear in nature, like browns and soft greens. An example is poised taupe, which was named Color of the Year last year by Sherwin-Williams. Purple is also popular as accent colors, but purple can be really hard to pull off well. It tends to dominate a room. You should test a few colors on the wall before you paint so you can make the best choice for the room.

[Top Interior Design Trends for 2018: earthy living room]

White in the Kitchen Is Out

Historically, kitchens have been white — countertops were white and cabinets were white. That is no longer the trend. Some designers are adding natural wood tones to cabinets, and others are getting even bolder. They are painting cabinets green or a bright blue. The color adds a little spice and brightens the space. And why not, a kitchen is often the center of activity in the house and where entertaining takes place. It is also easier to keep clean. White shows every blemish, but a brighter color can hide the day-to-day grim of daily kitchen use.

Formal Dining Table in the Kitchen

The eat-in kitchen is usually the place for a quick breakfast or a snack. It’s an informal space. When entertaining, guests will normally eat in the formal dining room. But formal dining rooms are becoming less common, and some people are moving the expensive dining room furniture into the kitchen. That usually means removing the center island from the kitchen to make room. Rather than gather around the island, your guests sit at the table while you cook. It centralizes entertaining to the kitchen and makes serving food simpler.

[Top Interior Design Trends for 2018: Kitchen colors]

Concrete Accents

Concrete counters and concrete floors have been a common trend in recent years. Many designers are now using the material as an accent feature. A space that might normally have wood trim or a beam as an accent can have concrete. Concrete can be dyed pretty much any color, and the texture of concrete can add a soft tone to an interior space. When done correctly, concrete can even have the same quality finish as granite or marble. Designers are also building concrete furniture and concrete light fixtures.

Banana Leaf Accents

Banana leaf accents might seem a little crazy in today’s push toward natural colors, but they are perfect for adding a little color to a space. You can do just a little, like placing a couple of green banana leaf pillows on a grey couch. The pattern also works on curtains and as a duvets cover in a bedroom. If you want to be really bold, banana leaf wallpaper is a possibility. Bananas are also becoming popular as an interior houseplant, bringing a little bit of the tropics inside your home.

[Top Interior Design Trends for 2018: banana print]

Turn off the Edison Light Bulbs

Edison light bulbs have become ubiquitous in coffee shops and restaurants. They are often covered by mason jars or just exposed. Designers were going for an industrial theme and softer lighting. Home interior designers have followed the trend. Go to any light store these days, and the majority of the fixtures have Edison bulbs. Now the trend is toward starburst chandelier, resembling something out of the 1950s, and rustic light fixtures with wood finishes. Many have a DIY feel. They are efficient at lighting a space and can be used in a variety of rooms.

Personalize the Space

The real 2018 interior design trend is making the space your own. You can do a lot of the work yourself, adding your own personal touch to the space. DIY has gone mainstream, and there are numerous online resources that can help. You don’t have to go to the local furniture store. Instead, head down to the hardware store and do the work yourself. The trend strays away from smooth finishes that look store bought. A couple imperfections are fine — that means it has character. You want to leave your mark on the interior of the home. It’s your home: make it feel like it.

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James Shea is an award-winning journalist and author. He owns Media Lab, a content marketing and search engine optimization company is Richmond, Virginia.

question: What are the trending colors in 2018?

answer: Soft, earth-tone colors, like greens and browns, cause an ease of eyes to the colors as they emanate as it if came from the plant, itself.

critique: The answer should mention which color is "Color of the Year."

critique: There is no information to support the answer.

critique: The answer should contain more than one color.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

critique: It is omitted that the colors are also called browns and soft greens.

critique: "Soft, earth-tone colors, like greens and browns, cause an ease of eyes to the colors as they emanate as it if came from the plant, itself." - this is incoherent and needs a rewrite.

critique: The first sentence is a bit all over the place.

critique: The topic sentence doesn't make much sense

critique: This does not directly answer the question.

critique: The answer misses to mention two of the trending colors.

critique: The answer states that soft earth-tone colors "cause an ease of eyes to the colors as they emanate as it if came from the plant, itself." However, no mention of the plants being the inspiration behind the colors was ever stated in the article and should be omitted.

text: Poised taupe was named Color of the Year, and purple is often used for accents. The answer omits these.

refinement: Soft, earth-tone colors, like greens and browns, cause an ease of eyes to the colors as they emanate as it if came from the plant, itself.

question: Why are householders removing the center island from their kitchens?

answer: Some people are removing the center island from their kitchens to accommodate the formal dining room table inside the kitchen.

critique: This is not the reason given in the article.

critique: The article doesn't mention the dining room table.

critique: This answer is not accurate. The text never mentions anything about a formal dining room table.

critique: The answer is missing the details of the trend.

critique: Does not mention the emphasis on the eating area.

critique: This answer is incorrect. It says that people usually eat in the formal dining room when entertaining.

critique: The word "accommodate" is unnecessary and makes the sentence hard to understand.

critique: Wording needs to make sense when read like a sentence.

critique: The answer is not relevant to the question.

critique: It's omitted that this makes it easier for people to eat in the kitchen.

critique: The text does not say that people remove the center island for the dining room table.

critique: The answer is correct, but it's not stated in the passage.

text: The answer should mention that carrying the dining table to the kitchen allows for easier serving.

refinement: Some people are removing the center island from their kitchens to accommodate the formal dining room table inside the kitchen.

question: What does the author advise for bathroom trend updates?

answer:
Read the text below:

I’m Going to Admit I Look Kinda Weird

Bathrooms are one of the least common areas to see tiles nowadays because many people have fake wood accents and marble sink surrounds. We are going to see more of a cottage style in the coming years as people move more toward smaller living spaces. Exposed structural elements will continue to be big, including steel beams and big, spacious showers. Soap stations that are like mini jacuzzis with jets are the fad, and we’re going to expect to see upgrades to current types like gel, chrome, or LED lightscaping. LED lighting will certainly become the norm (which some DIY channels play with already with programmable scenes for a color changing experience) as it’s efficient, portable, and inexpensive.

critique: The answer does not cover all bathroom design trends.

critique: The answer contains some incorrect information and should be rewritten.

critique: The answer is a summary of the text, but it is not an answer to the question.

critique: The answer is a summary of the author's prediction and not the advice they are giving.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

critique: Tiles are not out of fashion. That information is irrelevant to the question.

critique: This is a description of the trend, not what the author recommends for updates.


text:
Love & Chemicals: The Memoir
Genre: Non-Fiction

2 minutes after he’d left our 1st private lesson
a pre-intermediate student with limited English skills
I noticed over $1500 in rolled bills sitting under his desk
and my salary was just hovering near $500/month
but I had already learned that Karma was a tricky B*tch
and I called out his name before he could exit the school.
1 minute after our 2nd class he said
“Your boss is most big B*tch I ever meet,
and I no pay her no more, but I like you, you good.”
He offered to meet him privately 3x a week at a local park,
and asked me the price necessary to accomplish this.
I accepted the deal with no hesitation
when he gave me $400 in cash up front,
never mind the Karma of taking a client away from my employer.
After just 5 classes of strolling together
next to a beautiful man-made pond,
I became fully aware that he was an enemy of Ukraine,
a card-carrying member of the Mafia.
He had been a certified Pharmacist at a leading factory
until the government’s men came in to reap the profits,
and drove the business straight into the ground.

I’d already learned while living in Israel
that the distinction between Good and Evil is difficult to decipher.
The Jewish people get so drunk on the holiday of Purim
to remind them that looks are deceiving,
a King and a Criminal cannot merely be understood by appearances.

The line between legal and illegal in Kiev was also blurry,
depending on which was more beneficial for your family.
He gave me a weekly Tip with wild names I’d never heard,
Maui Waui, White Widow, Deisel, and Pineapple Express,
and I was grateful to have such a motivated client.
Upon my departure, he offered me a ride to the airport
and I was grateful to make my exit in a Mercedes 7 series.
My Soviet-era babushka landlord was trying to nickel and dime me
until he arrived and straightened things out very quickly,
and I was able to keep my mind focused on my next destination, Lisbon.
Cigarette lit, windows down, the world in front of me
that familiar feeling of arriving in a foreign land unannounced,
I felt the soothing waves of adrenaline underneath my skin.
Here I go again… until the flashing lights arrived behind us.
“Identification, please,” the corrupted cops asked,
and their simultaneous erections were easily noticeable
when I produced my weathered American Passport.
My student instructed me to never get up from the passenger seat,
no matter what might transpire, STAY PUT, and so I did,
even as they stood outside my window trying to lure me out.
He took a wad of money from the glove compartment,
and went outside to take care of the usual course of business.
The view from the side-view mirror was skewed,
and I could only see random sets of blurry arms flailing,
until he unexpectedly sat back down in the driver’s seat
and said, “We F*cked, they will follow to airport us.”
It might as well have been a 6 series, it didn’t matter,
the registration and license plates didn’t coincide,
and I was there, too, and my plane was leaving their jurisdiction.
“I now told them we go airport, but you say you need money change,
so we only can stop at a bank, next.”
I wished then, more than ever, that I’d been a better English teacher,
to understand exactly what was going on.
He then casually slipped a small bag of Silver Haze into my sock
and said, “We OK, put in toilet inside bank, follow what I say.”
I looked over at him trying to comprehend my situation,
and said, “Did you leave that $1500 under the desk on purpose?”
Our necks had remained straight ahead,
our mouths had been pursed to avoid reading,
but he turned toward me and said,
“Give last class now, what is Grammar for today?”
We discussed the Present Perfect, and reviewed all 9 tenses
in between the hands-free phone calls he was making
to people more powerful than the cops behind us.
“Jaime, we come airport 1 minute, just want say I will remember what you do,
whatever when you need favor, I do for you,
but when stop, you get bag, run to airport police, they OK.”
He leaned over and we hugged it out in a manly way,
and I prepared to run away from my home of 3 years,
in the most peculiar way, but fitting to a tee.
I ripped by luggage from the trunk and dashed toward Gate 9
as he distracted the cops with more documents he had found.
My current visa was official/unofficial, again good/evil is a fine line,
and I chose the prettiest female Customs Agent I could flirt with.
After staring cross-eyed at the overwhelming amount of paperwork I gave her
she said, “How was your stay in Ukraine?”
The muscles in my neck and shoulders finally relaxed, and I smiled,
and said, “It is a land I will never forget, I give it a 10.”

P.S. The Ukrainian bank only had 80euros available to exchange, and no bank in Lisbon would accept the Gryvna, so I had to travel to Madrid and back to change my money, and at a ridiculously low exchange rate, I lost too much money in the end to make up for my decision to take a ride from the dark side. I tried to contact him shortly thereafter for an explanation as I was living on 10cents a day for too long in Portugal, but he was nowhere to be found. So what did I learn from this experience? I don’t know, but I still refuse to my life at any other volume than 11…

title: [NF] Kiev Police/Mafia

question: What does the story say about how the narrator meets his English student?

answer: The narrator works as an English teacher at a school in Kiev and has a student named Yuri. Yuri is a pre-intermediate student, but his English skills are limited. One day, Yuri leaves their first private lesson with the narrator and leaves $1500 under his desk. The narrator takes the money and calls out Yuri for taking his client away from the school. Yuri offers to meet the narrator privately three times a week at a local park.

critique: The narrator has a different student and this exact scenario has never happened.

text: 'Yuri is a pre-intermediate student, but his English skills are limited. One day, Yuri leaves their first private lesson with the narrator and leaves $1500 under his desk. The narrator takes the money and calls out Yuri for taking his client away from the school. Yuri offers to meet the narrator privately three times a week at a local park.' is irrelevant. The first sentence could be rewritten. It should be: The narrator, an English teacher, meets Yury when he comes to the school he works in and hires him to teach him English.

question: What does the story say about why the protagonist is leaving Ukraine?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention the protagonist's job as an English teacher.

critique: The answer should mention that the protagonist is leaving Ukraine because he is in danger.


text:
"I remember early years digging my toes into the sand, holding a grip, mocking the tide to try and wash me away" I whisper in the ear of my companion. I can tell she is eating up every word, this spirited half elf sea-nymph. "Do you remember how it felt to feel infinite, as if we will exist in this moment forever..." My words flow like the water across the sand, eroding her sensibilities, telling her to give in.

"Bwump!" As the head of an Orc falls by my side, desecrating the sand, ruining the magic of the moment, his wry smile tells the story.

"He's been stalking us since Newkirk" Gladius speaks up from the shadows. "Must of felt comfortable that I had gone away, and you two were properly distracted for the evening" he continues chuckling, he pulls his shaft from the monsters back and checks it's point and fletching.

"Let the dead keep your arrow" I say in a hiss, the ruined plans of my evening running like the black of orcblood in the sand.

"Price of having a 5000 gold bounty, my love" whispers Evelyn as she nibbles at my ear. "I pray you to keep close in the future, Gladius" she says aloud "Gods forbid the creature caught us loosed of our under-garments..."

"He'd never have bothered, once he saw my sword drawn" I cut in with one hand on my cock and the other on the sword-hilt.

"I fear the road ahead is far more loathsome Barnaby" Gladius remarked while rolling his eyes. "I had hoped you could satisfy your lusts here, we need your wits for the next few nights, we are only a day's journey from Mendleheim, and possibly our deaths"

"You fear too much brother" I say in a boastful voice, "how many ventures have ended in the blood of our enemies and not our own"

"I have watched the waters for signs here" Evelyn spoke up, "perhaps the waves have washed away our footprints, erasing our memory, past and future"

"Don't talk nonsense dear, a man controls his own fate" I say without thinking.

"The waves led me to you" she says as she walks back toward the sea sullenly.

"You sure know how to make them smile" Gladius jeered.

Time to change the subject "Where the hell is Frem, I thought you told him to..." I feel a creeping chill run up my spine, my time in the priesthood had left me but a few gifts, an innate sense for extreme evil was one of them. I quickly turned back to the road and see a flicker in the distance.

Gladius followed my lead, "perhaps it's a signal from Frem?" He says, trying to calm my nerves

"No, not Frem." I say as I turn to douse our campfire with sand. "Get your gear my lady" I say to Evelyn, who had been praying in the waves, the water soaking her under-clothes, making them cling to every curve of her body.

"Yes, love, I felt it too", she said as she absorbs the seawater with minor effort. "No rest tonight it seems"

Gladius had already brought the horses around, when I was fully equipped, long sword and a dagger, a small round shield with the arms of some once-proud house emblazoned across it. "I wonder what it's like to be rich" I say to Gladius as I mount my palfrey.

"You will never know if we stay here" Gladius says as he gallops into the direction of the flames.

I watch Evelyn follow close behind him "sometimes, I'd rather just lay in the sand, and stay in the shadows" I whisper to myself as I grab the reigns and follow them back onto the road.

title: Into The Deep: Barnaby part 1 [FN]

question: What does the story say about the dwarves?

answer: No answer

critique: The question is asking for a straightforward answer and not having any answer to an open-ended question or question where you must research is an acceptable response to give directly.

critique: The answer should mention the bounty on the orcs.

question: What does the story say about Barnaby?

answer: Barnaby was a priest who had left the priesthood for a life of adventure. He is with his companions Gladius and Evelyn, who are half-elf sea-nymphs. Barnaby has a 5,000 gold bounty on his head. Barnaby is a womanizer and is having an affair with Evelyn. He is also a skilled swordsman.

critique: This is false and omitted crucial information.

critique: The last sentence is not supported by the text.

critique: The story never mentions that Barnaby is a womanizer.

critique: The answer should mention that Barnaby has an innate sense for extreme evil.

critique: The answer should mention the innate sense for extreme evil.

question: What does the story say about the differences between Gladius and Barnaby?

answer: Gladius is a half-elf, while Barnaby is a human. Gladius is a ranger, while Barnaby is a warrior. Barnaby is a former priest, while Gladius is a mercenary. Barnaby is a womanizer, while Gladius is more level-headed.

critique: The answer is wrong on almost all accounts.

critique: The answer is inaccurate. Barnaby is not a womanizer.

critique: The distinction between Gladius and Barnaby having different races is no with certainty one could draw.

critique: "Barnaby is a womanizer, while Gladius is more level-headed." - this is inaccurate. Barnaby is not a womanizer and Gladius is level-headed.

question: What is Evelyn's role in the story?

answer: She is the half-elf sea-nymph that the narrator is having a conversation with.

critique: The answer should mention that Evelyn is a companion of the narrator.

critique: The answer should mention that Evelyn is also a companion of the narrator and Gladius.

critique: The answer should mention that Evelyn is also a companion of the narrator.

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

critique: "She is the half-elf sea-nymph that the narrator is having a conversation with." - it wasn't established if Evelyn was the narrator's companion. It was also never established if she was a nymph.

critique: "She is the half-elf sea-nymph that the narrator is having a conversation with." - is incorrect. Evelyn is the narrator's companion.

critique: It is omitted that Evelyn is a spy as well, which is why Gladius and Barnaby are wary of her knowing the danger she could lead them into.


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CARBON SUBSULFIDE is an inorganic chemical compound with the formula C₃S₂. This deep red liquid is immiscible with water but soluble in organic solvents. It readily polymerizes at room temperature to form a hard black solid.

Synthesis and structure

C₃S₂ was discovered by Béla Lengyel,[1] who assigned it an unsymmetrical structure. Later, infrared and Raman spectroscopy showed that the structure is symmetrical with a D∞h point group symmetry,[2] i.e. S=C=C=C=S. This compound is analogous to carbon suboxide whose structure is O=C=C=C=O.

Lengyel first synthesized this compound by passing carbon disulfide (CS₂) vapor through an electric arc with carbon electrodes. This treatment produced a black solution that after filtration and evaporation gave a cherry-red liquid. He determined the molecular mass by cryoscopy. Later preparations of C₃S₂ include thermolysis of a stream of CS₂ in a quartz tube heated to 900 to 1100 °C as well as flash vacuum pyrolysis (FVP) of 1,2-dithiole-3-thiones.[3]

Reactions and occurrence

Among its few known reactions, C₃S₂ reacts with bromine to form the cyclic disulfide.[4]

C₃S₂ polymerizes under applied pressure to give a black semi-conducting solid. A similar pressure-induced polymerization of CS₂ also gives a black semiconducting polymer.

In addition, reactions of C₃S₂ can yield highly condensed sulfur-containing compounds, e.g. the reaction of C₃S₂ with 2-aminopyridine.

Using microwave spectroscopy, small CnS₂ clusters have been detected in interstellar medium.[5] The rotational transitions of these molecular carbon sulfides matched with the corresponding molecules.

[1] {{ cite journal | author = von Lengyel, B. | title = Ueber ein neues Kohlenstoffsulfid | journal = Berichte der Deutschen Chemischen Gesellschaft | year = 1893 | volume = 26 | issue = 3 | pages = 2960–2968 | doi = 10.1002/cber.189302603124 | url = https://zenodo.org/record/1425718 }}

[2] {{ cite journal |author1=Smith, W. H. |author2=Leroi, G. E. | title = Infrared and Raman Spectra of Carbon Subsulfide | journal = The Journal of Chemical Physics | year = 1966 | volume = 45 | issue = 5 | pages = 1778–1783 | doi = 10.1063/1.1727828 |bibcode = 1966JChPh..45.1778S }}

[3] {{ cite journal | author = Pedersen, C. T. | title = The formation of 1,2-propadiene-1,3-dithione (carbon subsulfide) from flash vacuum pyrolysis of 1,2-dithiole-3-thiones | journal = Tetrahedron Letters | year = 1996 | volume = 37 | issue = 27 | pages = 4805–4808 | doi = 10.1016/0040-4039(96)00941-0 }}

[4] {{ cite journal |author1=Stadlbauer, W. |author2=Kappe, T. | title = The Chemistry of Carbon Subsulfide | journal = Sulfur Reports | year = 1999 | volume = 21 | issue = 4 | pages = 423–445 | doi = 10.1080/01961779908047951 }}

[5] {{ cite journal |author1=Cernicharo, J. |author2=Guelin, M. |author3=Hein, H. |author4=Kahane, C. | title = Sulfur in IRC + 10216 | journal = Astronomy and Astrophysics | issn = 0004-6361 | year = 1987 | volume = 181 | issue = 1 | pages = L9–L12 | bibcode = 1987A&A...181L...9C }}

title: Carbon subsulfide

question: Summarize everything relating to Lengyel.

answer: Lengyel discovered carbon subsulfide. He assigned it an unsymmetrical structure. He synthesized it by passing carbon disulfide vapor through an electric arc with carbon electrodes. He determined the molecular mass by cryoscopy. He first synthesized this compound.

critique: "He first synthesized this compound." - this is incorrect. He was the first to synthesize it, but it was not the first compound he synthesized.

critique: This merits only two sentences because it's not a list of everything he's done in relation to the chemical.

critique: "He first synthesized this compound." - this is incorrect. He synthesized it after assigning it an unsymmetrical structure.

critique: The answer should mention that Lengyel was the first to synthesize the compound.

critique: The answer does not mention that Lengyel assigned the structure a D∞h point group symmetry.

critique: "He first synthesized this compound." - this is irrelevant and should be removed.

question: Summarize carbon subsulfide's reactions.

answer: It reacts with bromine to form the cyclic disulfide. It polymerizes under applied pressure to give a black semi-conducting solid. There are a few other known reactions, including highly condensed sulfur-containing compounds.

critique: The answer should mention the reaction with 2-aminopyridine.

critique: The article does not mention any reactions to highly condensed sulfur-containing compounds.

critique: Highly condensed sulfur-containing compounds is vague. I would detail that it reacts with 2-aminopyridine.

critique: The answer omits the reactions of C₃S₂ with 2-aminopyridine.

critique: "There are a few other known reactions, including highly condensed sulfur-containing compounds." - this is inaccurate. There are no other known reactions other than the ones mentioned in the article.

critique: "There are a few other known reactions, including highly condensed sulfur-containing compounds." - this is inaccurate because the highly condensed sulfur-containing compounds were not mentioned in the article.

critique: The answer should mention the reactions of C3S2 with 2-aminopyridine.

question: What does the text say about the structure of carbon subsulfide?

answer: Carbon subsulfide was discovered by Bela Lengyel. Lengyel assigned it an unsymmetrical structure. Later, infrared and Raman spectroscopy showed that the structure is symmetrical with a D∞h point group symmetry. Carbon subsulfide is analogous to carbon suboxide, whose structure is O=C=C=C=O. Lengyel first synthesized this compound by passing carbon disulfide (CS2) vapor through an electric arc with carbon electrodes.

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

critique: The answer should mention that the structure is S=C=C=C=S.

critique: The answer is irrelevant to the question.

critique: The answer should mention the structure of carbon suboxide.

critique: The model should consider rewriting this answer because it misses out to mention that Lengyel first synthesized this compound by passing carbon disulfide (CS2) vapor through an electric arc with carbon electrodes.

question: What does the text say about carbon dioxide?

answer: No answer

critique: The article does not mention carbon dioxide.


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Reducing the money wasted on unprofitable media will be at the heart of L’Oréal’s advertising plans in 2018.

There is still “a lot of waste” in the media the advertiser buys, admitted Stéphane Bérubé, L’Oréal’s CMO for Western Europe. But unlike Procter & Gamble, Unilever and other big advertisers, L’Oréal has no intention of slashing its spend online to weed out ineffective ads. Instead, the cosmetics giant will spend more online next year, as it has over the last 12 months. It’s where the company’s ads appear that will impact ad waste, not how much it spends, explained Bérubé, who is warming to the idea that greater relevance comes at a premium. “I prefer to pay more sometimes to get the quality audiences rather than a cheap CPM,” he said.

To avoid cheap impressions, L’Oréal’s budgets are moving from open exchanges into private marketplaces, Bérubé said. In some markets, the advertiser is going directly to publishers to curate its own private marketplaces, a shift reliant on first-party data from areas such as L’Oréal’s limited e-commerce sales alongside data from publishers. Consequently, third-party data is becoming less important to the company’s campaigns, Bérubé said.

L’Oréal’s pullback from CPMs dates back to 2014, when it decided to buy display ads that are 70 percent in view on publisher sites. It would be too costly and restrictive on reach if those ads were 100 percent in view, the advertiser previously said. For video ads, the advertiser has been buying those that run through to completion, rather than paying for all impressions.

Buying viewable impressions was the main way the advertiser tried to curb wastage three years ago, whereas now it’s part of a wider shift to more addressable media buys, said Bérubé. In other words, L’Oréal is catching on to the value of people-based advertising, turning its first-party data into more effective campaigns. “We’re reviewing all our audience profiles,” Bérubé said. “We need to collect as much data as possible to be relevant to consumers.”

Understanding that wealth of data is easier said than done. In addition to examining return on investment and attribution modeling, L’Oréal’s marketers are also trying to understand some of the more opaque costs of its advertising such as cost per acquisition, consumer lifetime value and the value of cookies. L’Oréal is also hiring data experts to help make sense of the company’s customer data and question existing media practices. In some cases, data privacy experts are vetting technology and service providers. L’Oréal must bring more experts — not just in data — in-house, said Bérubé, not to replace agencies but to challenge them to be less “complacent” and to nurture their own specializations.

The topic of in-house talent versus agency expertise sparked frank comments from Bérubé at the Ad:tech London conference last month. L’Oréal isn’t trying to “kill the agency” by shaping its own media strategy, Bérubé assured delegates at the event. As dedicated to nurturing its own media expertise as L’Oréal is, Bérubé concedes it will never be able to plan and buy media at the scale an agency could. “Even if I have my have own [trading] desk internally, we’re never going to buy 100 million impressions,” he said. “The reason we’re doing this [in-housing talent] is to understand [our media investments]. If I have no clue about media, then how can I challenge my agency to do a good job?”

Bérubé believes another potential benefit of L’Oréal’s agencies leading media strategy is better remuneration. He said the advertiser plans to overhaul the way it remunerates agencies in many markets, moving away from models that view media as a commodity. “We need to go from treating it [media] as a commodity to be much more of a quality buy because agencies were just being incentivized to buy cheap media, whether that was on TV or online,” Bérubé said.

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Source: MediaRadar
L’Oréal’s crackdown on wastage helps explain its focus on the so-called long tail of advertising. In the last quarter, the advertiser not only increased its online spend in the U.S. versus the same period a year ago (as the chart above shows), but also the number of publisher sites its ads appeared on. According to a study by ad-tracking firm MediaRadar, L’Oréal, like P&G over a similar period, has become more confident in a supply chain that has forced some advertisers to reluctantly reduce their spend. The data doesn’t reveal how many of those ads are on cheap sites versus premium ones, however, meaning L’Oréal could still be prioritizing reach over content and context.

Bérubé claimed otherwise: “We have better visibility now on who is and who isn’t a real person [online]. I can tell you that we’re comfortable continuing to invest [in digital].”

_Image courtesy of L’Oréal._

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question: Summarize everything relating to waste.

answer: L'Oreal's CMO for Western Europe, Stéphane Bérubé, admitted that there is still a lot of waste in the media the advertiser buys. He believes that the company will reduce waste by moving from open exchanges into private marketplaces. He also believes that the company will reduce waste by moving away from CPMs.

critique: The answer omits that L'Oreal will reduce waste by moving away from third-party data.

critique: The answer omits that L'Oreal is also moving away from third-party data.

critique: The answer should mention that the company is moving away from CPMs to people-based advertising.

critique: The answer omits the company's move to focus on the long tail of advertising.

critique: It is omitted that L'Oreal's move away from CPMs is to avoid cheap impressions.

critique: The answer should mention that L'Oreal is moving away from CPMs to focus on people-based advertising.

critique: The answer omits that the company is also reducing waste by moving away from third-party data.

critique: In addition to moving away from CPM to buying viewable impressions, Bérubé says it's also important to collect consumer data to move the company's advertising in a direction the consumer expects.

question: What does the article say about effective advertising?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the article says that L'Oreal is moving away from CPMs and towards people-based advertising.

critique: The article does mention some ways in which L'Oreal is trying to make its advertising more effective.

critique: The article does talk about effective advertising.

question: What does the article say about L'Oréal's advertising plans for 2019?

answer: No answer

critique: The article does not mention anything about L'Oreal's advertising plans for 2019.

critique: It is omitted that the article does not explicitly state there are ads for 2019.


text:
It is the summer of 1999 and I am young and I am alive. My sister and I are racing outside now, our bare and naked feet fly across the hardwood floor and onto our tired deck. My prescient mother, resting in a green plastic chair, is already waiting for the two of us to dart into the nightly confines of our very Philadelphian backyard. She’s looking at the pair of us, her smile the starting pistol to an evening of adventure.

I’m grabbing a glass jar and tossing one to my younger sister now. Her and I now dash down the few steps of our porch and step onto our playing field. I can see them all, now. The lightning bugs. They dot our lawn like incandescent snowflakes, occasionally lifting off to find a new temporary resting place. I can almost hear the beat of a thousand tiny wings right now. There must be hundreds here. They paint our yard now, never satisfied with their place on the canvas.

But this wonder is nothing new to my sister and I. We have done this as far as my memory will stretch. We’re dashing off in different directions now, as to cover the most ground. There isn’t a second to waste, not a moment to spare—I’m not sure how much longer the fireflies will glow for us. Now that I’m over by the big tree at the edge of the lawn, I can begin my work.

A particularly gleaming bug is drifting past my eyes right now. I’m going to turn my jar to the side, very carefully now, and… *got him*. Quickly I’m screwing the lid back on my jar. I eye my twinkling prize. It’s crawling on the side of my jar now, exploring his new home, I’m sure. I can’t think of a name for him quite yet, but there will be time for formalities later. Right now I need to continue the hunt.

Bending down now I scoop up a bug at my feet. I’m feeling the minuscule legs of the thing tickle my palm now. I’m assessing my catch. This one is too small. It simply will not do. It needs to grow and mature before I could even consider capturing this luminous soul. I’m going to let it go. I open my palm and it flits away from me, surely rejoining his glowing brethren but this time with a story to tell.

My baby sister and I are darting across our lawn, back and forth now, for what has seemed like only a few moments. We’re laughing, enthralled in the beauty and wonderment of the scene.

“Hey, Dea, I found a really big one right here!” I’m exclaiming to my sister now.

“Fabio, Fabio, I see a really bright one! Come here!” She’s yelling back.

It hasn’t been long but our game is over now. We’re saying good night to the fireflies now and sprinting back up to our wood deck, exhausted from the chase but running on an adrenaline high. I briefly and proudly show my mom the night’s catch and before she can say ‘Oh, wow,’ I’ve already begun staring at my jar, full of little lightning bugs. It’s glowing bright, my suburban lantern.

My usual request to bring the jar inside has been denied again, per usual. Now it’s time for me to make this glass jar for my lightning bugs a home. I’m poking tiny holes in the top of the jar using a pen now so they can breath. I’m going to place some grass in too so they have food. What a nice home I’ve made for Steven, Ross, Fireman, Lightdude, Ember, Doug, Nick, and Eric. *I’m going to say good night to you now, little guys. I’ll see you in the morning!*

Morning is here now and I’m running outside to check on my prized jar. Only one of my fireflies is alive now. He’s slowly crawling across the bottom of the glass, navigating through the bodies of his mothers, brothers, sisters, aunts. His belly is smoldering ever so dimly now, barely casting a light in this hot morning sun. I don’t think they liked the grass I gave them, either.

“Mom, why do my bugs always die in the morning? I even gave them grass this time.” I’m asking my poor mother now.

“Because…” She begins. “Because their light only burns for a night. They burn bright and hot, some more bright than others. Their bellies are big and glow at night but it will only last for so long. In the morning their lightbulb burns out and they die. Their lightbulb burns out, that’s all.”

Shaking my now lifeless and lightless jar out into the yard now, I’m wondering how bright my lightbulb will burn.

title: Bottling up lightning

question: What does the text say about the fireflies the narrator catches?

answer: The narrator and his sister catch fireflies in a jar. They name them Steven, Ross, Fireman, Lightdude, Ember, Doug, Nick, and Eric. The narrator's mother tells him that the fireflies' light burns bright and hot, but it will only last for a night. The next morning, the narrator finds that only one of his fireflies is alive.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator's mother explains that the fireflies' light burns out in the morning.

critique: The fireflies the narrator names in the jar are named after their traits and preferences, rather than after other people.


text:
NORMAN HARDING (25 June 1929 – 9 December 2013) was an English trade unionist and tenants' leader who worked for the Workers Revolutionary Party whilst living in London.[1] He published the book, _Staying Red: Why I Remain a Socialist_, in 2005, which detailed his political activities from 1954 to 1985.

Early years

Born on 25 June 1929, Harding grew up in Shakespeare Street, Leeds, across from St. James's Hospital. His father was an engineer, but during the 1930s recession, had to take part-time work on the railways. His mother worked in a mill, and Harding remembered that she secured a wage rise for the mill workers by taking the advice of her father, which was to kick the belt off the pulley which powered the looms.[2] His father played piano, singing in public houses to supplement the family's income, but also sang at Leeds Town Hall in a production of Handel's _Messiah_, and with the Huddersfield Choral Society.

In 1935, the Harding family moved to 4 Accommodation Road, Leeds, with the young Harding attending York Road School. After the outbreak of World War II, the family were moved to 93 Poole Crescent, Cross Gates, where his mother obtained the position of managing the small Pendas Way railway station, at Manston, Leeds, which was part of the Leeds/Wetherby Railway route. Her duties included loading and unloading heavy parcels, and releasing homing pigeons from baskets.[3] In 1943, at fourteen years of age, Harding left Cross Gates school, and after various jobs started work as a trimmer at John Barran's clothing factory.

National service and politics

Harding was called up for National Service after the war, completing his basic training at RAF Padgate, RAF Honiley, Castle Bromwich, and Hereford. He was then sent to Hamburg to serve in the RAF's 5352 Wing at Hamburg's Fuhlsbüttel airport, which was involved with the Berlin Airlift.[4] He made friends with German families in the area, even though fraternisation was forbidden.

After being demobbed, he became a delegate for the Leeds No. 2 branch of the National Union of Tailors and Garment Workers, and then a delegate for the Leeds City Labour Party. (Harding's great-uncle became a member of IWW (Industrial Workers of the World) when he was working in Canada).[5] In 1957, already being a member of the Cross Gates Ward Labour Party, Harding joined the Cross gates Tenants' and Householders' Association,[6] and edited a community newspaper, the '’Miner'’. In the 1970s, he moved to London, and would live there for twenty years, working for the Socialist Labour League (later called the Workers Revolutionary Party). His opposition to corruption in the Party led him to participate in the expulsion of leader Gerry Healy, in 1985. Initially accused of “non-communist relations”, it was later reported that Healy had sexually assaulted over twenty-six female comrades.[7][8]

Marriage and authorship

After time spent in Australia during 1986, he returned to Leeds, staying at the house of his brother's ex-wife and her four children, at 40 Eastwood Crescent, Swarcliffe. During a holiday in Sliema, Malta, he proposed marriage to her on 3 June 1988, and were married on 5 August of the same year, when Harding was 58 years old. In 1994, Harding was diagnosed with a psychological medical condition, so he and his wife moved from Swarcliffe to Garforth, before moving to a bungalow in Micklefield. He published the book, _Staying Red: Why I Remain a Socialist_, in 2005.[9][10] It has been called “the only serious, autobiographical-historical, sustained approach to the story of the Socialist Labour League/Workers Revolutionary Party so far”.

In 2007, the Leeds Tenants' Federation awarded Harding a glass plaque for “outstanding contributions to the community”.[11] In 2008, it was reported that Harding was working on a book about the Leeds-born Doris Storey; the winner of two Olympic swimming gold medals at the 1938 British Empire Games in Sydney, Australia.[12] Harding lived at Woodview Court,[13] Swarcliffe, with his wife, until his death in December 2013.[14][15]

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title: Norman Harding

question: Why is Norman Harding considered important?

answer: Harding taught history at Leeds University and was a leading light in the tenants' movement.

critique: Harding's teaching post is not mentioned in the article.

critique: The answer is inaccurate. Harding was never a history teacher or a leading light in the tenants' movement.

critique: Harding was not a teacher at Leeds University.

question: What does the text say about Harding's military career?

answer: Harding was called up for National Service after the war. He completed his basic training at RAF Padgate, RAF Honiley, Castle Bromwich, and Hereford. He was then sent to Hamburg to serve in the RAF's 5352 Wing. He made friends with German families in the area, even though fraternization was forbidden.

critique: The specific details on the wing could be omitted.

critique: The answer omits that Harding was a delegate for the Leeds City Labour Party.

critique: He was a trimmer at John Barran's clothing factory.

critique: The answer should mention that he served in the Berlin Airlift.

critique: Harding left school in 1943 and started work as a trimmer at John Barran's clothing factory. Include this work experience in the response as well.

critique: It's omitted that he was a delegate for the Leeds No. 2 branch of the National Union of Tailors and Garment Workers, and then a delegate for the Leeds City Labour Party.

question: What did Norman's brother think about Norman proposing to his ex-wife?

answer: Information can't be found.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The text mentions that Norman's brother's ex-wife and her four children stayed with Norman after they divorced.

critique: It is stated in the passage that Norman's brother was ex-wife's four children.

critique: The article does mention that Norman's brother's ex-wife had four children, which might imply that she was not single.

critique: "Information can't be found." - it doesn't say, but it would be reasonable to assume that he supported the marriage since he was present at the wedding.

question: Why was Norman considered a hero of his community?

answer: He was a trade unionist and tenants' leader. He worked for the Workers Revolutionary Party in London. He published a book, Staying Red: Why I Remain a Socialist, in 2005.

critique: The answer does not mention his marriage or his community awards.

critique: The answer should mention his marriage and his community service.

critique: The answer should mention his marriage and his award.

critique: The answer doesn't really answer the question.


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_'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:
    When the world was young and innocent of Death, and Light ruled while Darkness slept, my sister and I lived in a garden. In this garden there were many beautiful things: plants and creatures alike. While we loved this garden, we were not the caretakers of it and knew not who the gardener was who had planted it or who it was that took care of it; yet it was always quite luscious and constantly thriving. One day while wandering throughout the garden we decided to rest under our favorite cherry tree, which was in full blossom.

    While we rested and talked, there came a great rush of air and a tremendous beating of wings above the tree where we sat. It was a bird that landed gracefully but powerfully in front of us. But this was not just a bird, no, this was a beast of a bird, a king of winged creatures, a lord of the skies. Its colors were that of the rainbow and its feathers many and soft to the eyes. Its size was enormous and great: nearly ten feet from beak to claw and its wingspan at least that twice. We were, of course, amazed at the size and greatness of this bird. We both watched in wonder as all the birds of the garden, and all the animals too, came to this beast’s feet and offered gifts of fruit, flowers, and dance and song. All the creatures in the garden seemed to fear and worship this magnificent bird.

    Then, after seeing the respect and adoration this winged master was receiving, we grew jealous and began to hate the bird and despise it for its beauty and power. We wanted the love and worship of the animals, for we were the blessed, the human, the masters of the garden–or so we deemed. We befriended this beautiful beast and then poisoned an apple and gave it to the bird as a gift. The bird ate it eagerly. Soon the beast was crying out in pain while my sister and I danced around him and his misery.
Soon after that, the creature breathed his last. But our jealousy had grown, as it always does. I cut off his head with my sword, and my sister and I pulled off every last one of his colorful feathers and made a coat out of them. We marched and we pranced around the garden with our pride and our lust, brightly colored, while all the animals bowed to us now and gave us their wealth and their loyalty.
Before long, the sky began to weep, and the raindrops washed away the blood on our hands but not on our hearts. With the rain came the guilt of our sin, the knowledge of our transgression–the fruit of our conscience.

    For we realized then just what it was we had done. We had destroyed something beautiful, we had horrified something lovely, we had damned something blessed. The beautiful beast was now nothing more than bones which were scattered on the ground. And so we set to work in utter desperation: to try and piece the bird back together again. Yet our foolish attempt to mend that which we had broken was in vain; for we were destroyers, not creators; we were haters, not lovers; were children, not gods.
The product we created was far from the beautiful creature that once ruled the garden. This was no animal we made, it was a machine. Yes a machine: one with many whining gears and moving parts. We had destroyed beauty, and sought to recreate that which only can be created, not produced or made with human hands; it was not beauty at all.  We watched helplessly as our machine went on a rampage, cutting and burning all the trees and plants in the garden, and forcing all the animals to flee from their once-beautiful homes.

     So there we stood, my sister and I, amidst the ruin of our garden, the trees aflame, beauty destroyed, perfection mutilated: by us and our machine. We left the garden and found a cave far off where we spent the rest of our days: in darkness and not light, in horror and not beauty: in Death and not Life.

title: Something Beautiful Destroyed

question: Summarize the process by which Death first entered the garden where the protagonists lived?

answer: The garden was created by a gardener, but the protagonists did not know who it was. The garden was always lush and thriving. One day, a giant bird landed in the garden and all the animals and birds worshipped it. The protagonists grew jealous and decided to kill the bird. They succeeded, but the sky wept and the guilt of their sin remained.

critique: This does not reflect the additional information about how the bird was linked to love and death.

critique: The response is missing the part where the protagonists killed the bird and made a coat out of its feathers.

critique: The answer does not mention that the protagonists killed the bird to try and get the animals' love and worship.

critique: The sentence about the garden being created by a gardener is irrelevant.

critique: Remove the first line of the response as it is not necessary to the question.

critique: The answer is a summary of the story, not a summary of the process by which Death entered the garden.

critique: The answer should mention that the bird was killed by the protagonists.


text:
Excerpts’ from “The Journal”

This is one of the journal entries from a book called “The Journal”.

Let me know what you think........

::

January 10th 7:55 am

It’s snowing. Still the first one here. I hate the snow. It took me 2 hours to drive to work and I smoked all my cigarettes. My head hurts. I have had the same head ache for 6 months. It seems to only go away when I am drunk or high. I remember a time in my life when I loved the snow. I was born in February, so snow was always reminded me of my birthday and that was exciting. I hate my birthday now too. I need more cigarettes.
I think it is the craziest shit in the world to go to work and pretend to be happy or excited to be there; when you are dying inside. If people acted the way they felt, everyone would fucking hate everybody. I hate the background noise of casual conversation. Who cares about your weekend, you’re probably telling me a lie about what you did anyway; so that you can think that I still respect you. If I told you the truth about what I did this weekend, you would think I’m fucking nuts. I can just imagine that conversation with these Midwest jerkoffs. “Oh, hey Bob, how was your weekend”? “Good, just relaxing, how ‘bout yours”? “Good, you know, the usual, got piss drunk wasted, blew coke in a bar’s bathroom until my nose was clogged and then spent Sunday masturbating in between throwing up”. Fuck these people. We have nothing in common. I am constantly acting. It’s hard not to curse.
I love coffee. I love coffee with cigarettes. I sometimes day dream about how awesome it was when you could smoke at your desk and basically anywhere you wanted. I have an old Playboy that shows add for TWA, where the hot stewardess is lighting the business man’s cigarette. That is awesome. But, I still think its ass backwards to smoke indoors. I hate the way you stink the next day after going to a bar that lets you smoke inside. It also seems to bring in the morons. I hate bar games. You can still smoke inside in my home town.  I hate my home town.
My dogs will probably shit inside my house today; they won’t go in the snow. They are good dogs though. We got them from the pound and they were abused as puppies. They have little scares on their feet from their cages at the puppy mills. What kind of soulless piece of trash do you have to be to abuse a fucking puppy? They were a gift to my fiancé.
We are getting married in September and moving to LA the first of the year. This is all I think about. I can’t wait to get out of here. I once planned to move there, but chickened out because I had to do it alone. Pussy. Now I have her and she wants to move there too, so it’s perfect. I don’t care if I have to be a bartender; at least it’s not here. At least there is some fucking culture and life and art and something to do besides, drink yourself to death every fucking weekend.  I am excited for every moment of our move; from the house hunting, to packing our shit, the drive, the hotels, the adventure. That is what life is about. Not this day-to-day Midwest bullshit, I suffer through. I am done playing this fucking corporate shit. I am successful, but fuck it, I hate it. People with any talent don't live here. I can’t stand anything about living here. The way people talk, the way people act, the fact that everyone is a grossly obese and no one seems to notice how fucking ridiculous that is. When the fuck did everyone become so fucking fat and stupid. I sometime wish I was stupid. That would be an easier road.
Someone just showed up. There goes my morning. fuck this.

title: The jounral of a someone

question: What is the main character's general emotional attitude?

answer: He has a jaded perspective on life.

critique: The answer should mention his hatred of his hometown.

critique: The answer should mention how the main character feels about their current situation.

critique: 'Jaded' is not specific enough; he frequently shares his anger and contemptuous attitude with the reader.

critique: The answer omits the main character's general emotional attitude.

question: What is the narrator looking forward to?

answer: Getting out of this town on their upcoming wedding day, going to LA.

critique: The narrator is not looking forward to their wedding day.

critique: The narrator is not just looking forward to getting married and moving to LA, but also to the process of house hunting, packing, driving, and staying in hotels.

critique: The narrator is looking forward to the move to LA, not the wedding.

critique: The narrator is more looking forward to the experience of moving to LA than to the actual date

text: The response inaccurately mentions that they are getting out of town on their wedding day, but they are actually getting married in September and leaving town on the first of the year.

category: accuracy

refinement: Getting out of this town on their upcoming wedding day, going to LA.


text:
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IT'S PART OF A JOURNALIST'S JOB TO KEEP TRACK OF AWFUL EVENTS. BUT STORIES ABOUT RICKETY BOATS CRAMMED WITH MIGRANTS CAPSIZING IN THE MEDITERRANEAN OCCUR WITH HORRIBLE FREQUENCY. FOR ONE SOMALI JOURNALIST READING THE NEWS THAT hundreds of people drowned IN ONE SUCH DISASTER ON MONDAY, IT WAS ONE STORY TOO MANY.

Abdinur Mohamed Ahmed decided to do something. He decided to create a campaign to persuade his fellow Somalis not to give their money to people traffickers and instead to stay and help rebuild their war torn country.

So Abdinur, who is based in the Somali capital Mogadishu, started tweeting using the hashtag #DhimashoHaGadan, which literally translated means "don't buy death."

Abdinur told BBC Trending "The whole notion of this hashtag was to discourage people from emigrating to Europe through these perilous journeys."

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The hashtag rapidly became popular in Somalia. Some used it to highlight reasons why young Somali people might want to leave.

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According to the United Nations around 15% of Somali citizens were living abroad last year. There are many reasons why people would want to go. A horrific drought means that an estimated 40% of the population are thought to be in need of humanitarian assistance.

The UN-backed Somali government remains fragile despite the support of African Union troops. Al-Shabab, an Al-Qaeda affiliate, has been waging an armed insurgency in Somalia for years. It frequently stages attacks in Mogadishu and other cities, and still controls many rural areas in southern Somalia.

Despite the security situation Abdinur has never considered leaving.

"In the last 12 months I have survived two suicide attacks and I have never decided to leave for security reasons. Death is everywhere, suicide attacks happen in Paris, everywhere… There's no reason to leave this country because of insecurity," he told Trending.

image copyrightAbdinur Mohamed Ahmed

image captionAbdinur Mohamed Ahmed, pictured here in Mogadishu's Peace Garden, wants young Somalis to stay and rebuild their country.

Abdinur is worried about the impact large scale emigration could have on the future of Somalia: "If we leave this country because of insecurity or unemployment, who will change this country? Who will make this country a peaceful place to live?"

He also told Trending that he believes reality of life in Europe does not match expectations. One of his relatives left for Europe last year and calls him to tell him how unhappy he is.

I got in touch with Abdinur's relative on Whatsapp and he told me, "Life in Europe is not as easy as you might think right now. Language barriers, low paid jobs and lack of documents are the main hurdles to integration. We feel we've entered an open air prison. I am a professional nurse and I could have done so much for my country and my people. But Sweden does not need my skills. I need to start from scratch."

Abdinur also told BBC Trending he feels there's a false impression created on social media about how good life is in Europe.

"He posted several pictures which can persuade friends to go there too," he told BBC Trending. "I told him to take him down, he understands how dangerous it is."

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question: What event persuaded Abdinur Mohamed Ahmed to start hashtag #DhimashoHaGadan?

answer: Hundreds of people drowned in a rickety boat in the Mediterranean.

critique: The answer should mention that the event was one too many for the journalist.

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

critique: The answer should clarify that the hashtag was started after the event.

critique: The answer should mention that the boat capsized.

text: Add that it was an effort to emigrate away from war-torn Somalia.

question: Why has Abdinur never considered leaving?

answer: He has survived two suicide attacks and never decided to leave for security reasons.

critique: He's also not leaving because of unemployment.

critique: The answer should mention the security situation in Somalia.

critique: The answer should clarify that the attacks were in the last 12 months.

critique: The answer should mention that Abdinur also considers life in Somalia difficult.

critique: The answer should mention that Abdinur is worried about the impact large scale emigration could have on the future of Somalia.

text: Add that the situation (insecurity, unemployment, etc) is the same in much of Europe as Somalia.

question: Where in Europe does Abdinur's relative live?

answer: Sweden

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

critique: The man himself has not confirmed that it is Sweden he lives in.

critique: While this answer is correct, the question asks where in Europe, not in which country.