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The ALLIED MARITIME TRANSPORT COUNCIL (AMTC) was an international agency created during World War I to coordinate shipping between the allied powers of France, Italy, Great Britain, and the United States. The council (based in London[1]) was formed at a conference in Paris on 3 November 1917, in response to the resumption of unrestricted submarine warfare earlier that year. The United States formally joined the AMTC only on October 1, 1918. The Transport Council existed until March 1919, when it was merged with the Supreme Economic Council. Its executive committees were disbanded.

Prelude

In January 1917 the Inter-Allied Shipping Committee was established with representatives from Great Britain, France, and Italy. However this body was ineffective lacking ministerial input for policy development or suitable officials to organise either shipping or supplies. Russia was not involved – shipping issues as regards this country being followed in a different basis. By the time the AMTC was established the Russian Revolution had occurred, and therefore Russia was not involved. However with the American entry into World War I on 2 April 1917 and increasing problems in handling supplies particularly in France and Italy made re-organisation essential.[2]

The system of control was based on that previously developed in the British Empire. Originally Italy had adopted a similar system by Royal Decree in 1915, where by ships were requisitioned for a period of time at a fixed rate of hire to carry Government cargoes. The owner was responsible for recruiting and paying the crew, with the Government paying the running expenses and managing the vessel. This was altered in January 1916 for a system whereby the ship owners were paid per tonnage delivered. However with 90% of the supplies consisting of cereals and coal this very soon led to shortages in both these areas and so the government returned to the requisitioning system.[3]

France had a more varied range of imports and did not face serious shortages until later. Some ships were requisitioned on a bare-boat basis – where the Government recruited and supplied the crew, a somewhat inefficient charter system with much trade continuing on a pre-war basis. However the British Time-charter requisitioning method was gradually introduced and the Minister of Commerce was exercising full control over French supplies by the time the AMTC was established.[4]

The USA introduced a requisitioning system in 1917, however paying increased costs. With the requirements which arose from shipping the Army to Europe, quite drastic steps were taken to organise control. Restrictions on imports were more exercised by policy decisions than control of shipping. In general the US did not face shortages, however public appeals were made for citizens to voluntarily reduce consumption so that goods could be sent to Europe. For example an appeal issued by the newly founded United States Food Administration for the public to eat more maize bread was successful, and more wheat could be exported to their European allies. Also the War Purchase and Finance Board was established with an American chairman. This met in Paris and London to arrange the allocation of credits for American purchases.[5]

Structure

The Council

Each nation appointed its respective ministers (or delegates) in charge of shipping to the council. The representatives were:

-   Robert Cecil and Sir Joseph Maclay for Great Britain;
-   Étienne Clémentel and Louis Loucheur for France;
-   Silvio Crespi and Salvatore Orlando, the latter replaced by Giovanni Villa in May 1918 for Italy;
-   Raymond B. Stevens and George Rublee (from July 1918) for the United States

The Council held six meetings:[6]

-   First Meeting of the Council, 11–14 March, 1918
-   Second Meeting of the Council, Paris, 23–25 April, 1918
-   Third Meeting of the Council, 29–30 August, 1918
-   Fourth Meeting of the Council, 30 September, 1918
-   Fifth Meeting of the Council, 1 February, 1919
-   Sixth Meeting of the Council, 10 March, 1919

The Committees

Main Executive Committee

The AMTC had a Main Executive Committee chaired by James Arthur Salter alongside Jean Monnet, (France), Bernardo Attolico (Italy) with the later addition of George Rublee.

Salter and Monnet called their business in the AMTC ‘international administration’. In more critical terms the Transport Council worked like a cartel, just run by states, trying to eliminate the economic and logistic competition between the partners. So the organization tried to hold prices down, pooled the allied tonnage and coordinated the allied logistics with substantial rationalization effects.

Their work was supported by three subcommittees, each responsible for reporting to the main committee

Tonnage Sub-Committee

The Tonnage Sub-Committee committee was responsible for implementing any decisions of the Council concerning the co-operative use or programming of tonnage. It also gathered information about the amount and disposition of the tonnage under the control of each Ally and examined any proposals made by them as regards any improvements made by them in this area as well as doing their best to see that any agreed improvements were carried out.

-   M. Revillon (France).
-   Lieut. Farina (Italy).
-   Mr. Shearman (U.S.A.).
-   Mr. Browett (Great Britain).

Imports Sub-Committee

-   M. Halgouet (France).
-   Bernardo Attolico (Italy)
-   Dwight Morrow (U.S.A.).

Statistical Sub-Committee

-   M. Seitert (France).
-   Signor Pardo (Italy).
-   Mr. J. A. Field (U.S.A.).
-   William Palin Elderton (Great Britain).

Bibliography

-   James Arthur Salter: _Allied Shipping Control_, Oxford:Clarendon Press 1921.
-   Jean Monnet: _Memoirs_, London 1978.
-   Marc McClure, “Earnest Endeavors: The Life and Public Work of George Rublee”, Greenwood 2003.

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title: Allied Maritime Transport Council

question: What was America's part in the construction of the Allied Maritime Transport Council?

answer: America was the last of the allied powers to join the council.

critique: The answer should clarify that the U.S. joined the council after the Russian Revolution and after the U.S. entered the war.

critique: The answer should mention that America joined the council in 1918.

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_PENDA'S FEN_ is a British television play, written by David Rudkin and directed by Alan Clarke. It was commissioned by BBC producer David Rose, and first broadcast on 21 March 1974 as part of the corporation's _Play for Today_ anthology series.[1]

Plot

Set in the village of Pinvin, near Pershore in Worcestershire, England, against the backdrop of the Malvern Hills, the play is an evocation of conflicting forces within England past and present. These include authority, tradition, hypocrisy, landscape, art, sexuality, and most of all, its mystical, ancient pagan past. All of this comes together in the growing pains of the adolescent Stephen, a vicar's son, whose encounters include angels, Edward Elgar and King Penda himself. The final scene of the play, where the protagonist has an apparitional experience of King Penda and the “mother and father of England”, is set on the Malvern Hills.[2][3]

Cast

-   Spencer Banks as Stephen
-   Jennie Hesselwood
-   Ian Hogg
-   Georgine Anderson
-   John Atkinson
-   Geoffrey Staines as King Penda

Music

Music from Elgar's _The Dream of Gerontius_ features throughout the play. The 1971 Decca recording by Benjamin Britten with Yvonne Minton as the Angel is used, and the album itself features as a prop. Extracts from Elgar's _Introduction and Allegro_ are also heard.

Original music is by Paddy Kingsland of the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, who also electronically manipulated parts of the Britten recording.

Reception

Critics have noted that the play stands apart from Clarke's other, more realist output. Clarke himself admitted that he did not fully understand what the story was about.[4] Nonetheless it has gone on to acquire the status of minor classic, to win awards and to be rebroadcast several times by the BBC.

Following the original broadcast, Leonard Buckley wrote in _The Times_: “Make no mistake. We had a major work of television last night. Rudkin gave us something that had beauty, imagination and depth.”[5]

In 2006, _Vertigo_ magazine described _Penda's Fen_ as “One of the great visionary works of English film”.[6]

In 2011, _Penda's Fen_ was chosen by _Time Out_ London magazine as one of the 100 best British films. It described the play as a “multi-layered reading of contemporary society and its personal, social, sexual, psychic and metaphysical fault lines. Fusing Elgar's ‘Dream of Gerontius’ with a heightened socialism of vibrantly localist empathy, and pagan belief systems with pre-Norman histories and a seriously committed – and prescient – ecological awareness, ‘Penda's Fen’ is a unique and important statement.”[7]

The play was released on limited-edition Blu-ray and DVD in May 2016.[8]

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[2] _David Rudkin: Sacred Disobedience: An Expository Study of His Drama 1959-96_ by David Ian Rabey, Oxford, Routledge, 1998

[3] Rolinson, D. _Alan Clarke_ Manchester University Press, 2005

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title: Penda's Fen

question: Summarize all the information relating to the BBC's 'Play for Today' anthology series.

answer: 'Play for Today' was a British television play series that was broadcast on the BBC. It was commissioned by BBC producer David Rose, and first broadcast on 21 March 1974. The play 'Penda's Fen' was broadcast as part of the anthology series.

critique: The answer should mention the other series that were broadcast as part of the anthology.

critique: Remove the first line because it has nothing to do with the question.

critique: The answer omits that the anthology series was titled 'Play for Today'.

critique: The answer could be more specific about the time period.

critique: The answer should mention that the series was discontinued in 1984.

critique: The answer should mention that the series was discontinued.

critique: The answer should mention the other plays in the series.

critique: Clarify the relationship between "Play for Today" and "Penda's Fen"

text: The answer describes "Penda's Fen" instead of "Play for Today"

category: accuracy

question: Summarize all the information relating to the music used in Penda's Fen.

answer: Music from Elgar's The Dream of Gerontius features throughout the play. Extracts from Elgar's Introduction and Allegro are also heard. Original music is by Paddy Kingsland of the BBC Radiophonic Workshop. He also electronically manipulated parts of the Britten recording.

critique: The answer could mention the use of the album as a prop.

critique: The answer omits the fact that the Britten album is used as a prop.

critique: The answer could be phrased more clearly.

critique: The answer should mention that the Britten recording is used as a prop.

critique: The answer omits that the Britten recording is used as a prop.

critique: The answer should include a description of the Britten recording, as well.

question: Summarize the reception of Penda's Fen.

answer: The play was released on limited-edition Blu-ray and DVD in May 2016. In 2006, Vertigo magazine described Penda's Fen as "One of the great visionary works of English film". In 2011, Penda's Fen was chosen by Time Out London magazine as one of the 100 best British films.

critique: The question asks about the reception of the play, not about the Blu-ray and DVD release.

critique: The answer should mention the critics' and the public's reception.

critique: The answer should mention the original broadcast.

critique: "The play was released on" - remove "the"

critique: The answer omits the critical reception of the play.

critique: The response should include the critics' reception of the play.

critique: The response misses to mention that the play has been described as a "multi-layered reading of contemporary society and its personal, social, sexual, psychic and metaphysical fault lines."

question: Summarize the conflicting forces in England past and present.

answer: The play is set in Pinvin village where there are conflicting forces within England. These forces include authority, landscape, art, sexuality, its ancient pagan past, and tradition.

critique: The story talks about "the Malvern Hills" as well.

critique: "These forces include authority, landscape, art, sexuality, its ancient pagan past, and tradition." - this is redundant and should be deleted.

critique: "There" - replace with "The village of Pinvin"


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In recent years, the futuristic concepts of the ‘smart city’ have gone from science fiction to business fact. As devices are becoming smaller, less power-hungry and more mobile, people, places and things are becoming connected all around us. Anything that can be assigned an IP address and transmit data over a network is part of the Internet of Things (IoT). With so many ways to take advantage of connectivity in the home, IoT has the potential to be a game-changer for facilities management and social housing providers. Technology companies like Cradlepoint are making it possible.

For social housing organisations, technology offers a wide range of efficiencies and potential cost savings relating to asset management and maintenance. Integrated into housing management systems, wired and wireless networking solutions that enable IoT can help to significantly reduce the time spent on property visits, pre-empt maintenance problems, and improve the health and wellbeing of tenants.

At the same time, with accurate, up-to-date data on the condition of properties as well as their energy usage, housing organisations can avert problems and identify which features work well and which don’t. This in turn can inform future investment and building decisions.

My team have been talking to a number of housing associations across the country and have compiled a list of the key benefits of smart home technology.

1. Security

Obviously, a big concern for tenants as well as housing associations is security, whether it's protection from vandalism, burglary, or anti-social behaviour. There are already a number of smart devices out there designed specifically for this purpose. They're particularly useful when a property is unoccupied, and are becoming smaller and less intrusive, so tenants don’t need to worry about their own privacy. These systems can do everything from arming and disarming remotely, to capturing CCTV footage and communicating directly with law-enforcement.

2. Locking Systems

Smart locks are a great solution to the age-old problem of lost keys or broken locks. They only require a smart phone with the matching signals to unlock the door. This means facilities managers won't have to keep track of keys when lost or tenants move out. They can use a centralised online system to authorise tenant’s entry or revoke their access. This also has its advantages for managing maintenance staff property access.

Smart locks capture the data of who’s entered and exited, which can be used to alert of intruders, adding further security to premises.

3. Lighting

There is a lot of money to be saved in smart lighting. Gartner claim that smart lighting could reduce household energy consumption by 90%. Multiplied across a wide portfolio of properties, this could greatly reduce costs.

Being able to remotely manage lighting in communal spaces should improve living conditions and security. Having smart bulbs, which essentially learn when occupants are usually in or out, allowing them to switch on even if there's a change in the pattern, may also deter potential thieves.

4. Heating Systems

Another example of how the connected home is transforming property management is the smart thermostat. Controlled with ease from remote locations through a web-enabled system, facilities managers can constantly monitor tenant energy usage and cut down on power consumption. In fact, The Energy Saving Trust claim that using a thermostat in this way can save between £70 and £150 per household per year.

Smart thermostats can be remotely controlled to switch on the heating when a property is unoccupied, reducing the risk of pipes freezing and bursting. They can also highlight households that may be struggling with, for example, fuel poverty.

There are further advantages for maintenance. A good example of this is British Gas’ smart boiler: ‘BoilerIQ.’ The connected boiler carries out preventative maintenance, checking itself for faults and sending data directly to British Gas who can then solve the problem remotely. This kind of connected system will anticipate and fix an issue before it disrupts usage and inconveniences tenants or causes damage.

5. Water Leakage and Damp Protection

Problems with damp, especially in older building stock, creates costly issues for housing associations. It can be made worse because it's not always clear that there's a problem until it's too late. It can start as a leak and escalate into flooding, causing extensive damage. With smart sensors, the problem can be addressed early.

Smart sensors monitor and send real-time data about property conditions. If the property is becoming damp (which the sensor can detect by measuring humidity and moisture levels), facilities managers can tackle the problem before the costs escalate. Couple this with heat sensors to ensure that the property is being kept warm enough, and you shouldn't have to worry about any major damp problems. This could have a profound impact on reducing incidences of poor health among social housing occupants.

6. Carbon Monoxide, Smoke and Fire Alarms

Providing a safe environment for tenants is paramount and smart technology has vastly improved the quality and reliability of household alarm systems. Being able to provide real-time data and connectivity to emergency services is obviously an advantage.

Connected household smoke and fire alarms also help to reduce the cost of replacing and maintaining systems that can be remotely monitored and serviced, as well as time spent on property call-outs.

7. Smart Appliances

With smart appliances, you can get constant diagnostics and operational data. Even more helpfully, they can transmit to service centres where they can instantly diagnose problems and, if need be, order the parts required.

For example, LG developed internet-connected smart appliances that save energy by operating more efficiently. Their “Smart Diagnosis” feature troubleshoots issues quickly before they become bigger problems. When the appliance detects a fault, it diagnoses and finds a solution by telephoning the LG Call Centre or communicating through a smartphone app. This could save housing associations and tenants time and money.

8. Garden Irrigation Systems

In communal areas, often there is green space that needs upkeep. A property with outdoor space can be difficult to maintain all year round. Once again, smart technology now exists which can remotely manage garden irrigation from afar. Sprinklers that are connected to a network can be managed easily online.

Solar-powered sensors are also available that can fully monitor garden life, catering for heat, humidity and soil conditions. This could improve outdoor spaces while removing much of the need for onsite maintenance.

9. Healthcare

The NHS deals with one million patients every thirty-six hours, and much of this effort is spent on health monitoring. Connected technology could provide additional healthcare benefits for vulnerable tenants through remote monitoring and communication. Such technology is still in development, but there is room in the market for wearable tech partnering up with the healthcare sector. For social housing organisations, public health is a critical issue for serving the community.

10. Smart Meters

With 4.2 million connected utility meters currently in homes and businesses across the UK, the appeal of smart meter installations is evident. Knowing heating, electric and water usage in real-time has a tremendous benefit for public housing organisations. Property managers no longer need to rely on estimated bills and tenants can be assured that they only pay for exactly what they use.

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This is my team’s list of some key benefits that Cradlepoint have been discussing with customers, however the possibilities are endless. Simply put, having a connected property stock will make managing housing easier, cheaper and more efficient. Being armed with an accurate, real-time picture puts housing providers in control, allowing for better maintenance and repairs planning, more economical purchasing, and informed decisions when it comes to placing tenants. It could reduce administration, phone calls and property visits required to diagnose potential issues and carry out repairs, as well as provide accurate data from sensors to monitor households that appear to be struggling, and work proactively with them before an illness or property damage occurs.

If you would like to know more about the innovative technology that enables all these amazing devices, please get in touch.

question: What does the text say about the benefits of a smart home heating system?

answer: Smart thermostats can be remotely controlled to switch on the heating when a property is unoccupied, reducing the risk of pipes freezing and bursting. They can also highlight households that may be struggling with fuel poverty.

critique: The answer should mention the energy savings.

critique: Does not mention that smart thermostats can reduce energy consumption by 90%.

question: What does the text say about the Internet of Things?

answer: Anything that can be assigned an IP address and transmit data over a network is part of the Internet of Things. Devices are becoming smaller, less power-hungry, and more mobile. The future of IoT is that it will change everything.

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

question: What does the text say about the cost of smart home devices?

answer: No answer

critique: The text does mention the cost of smart home devices.


text:
The morning light shines through my window, hitting my face, bringing me back in to consciousness. I throw off my duvet cover, and the cats jumped off the bed in surprise. I have my fuzzy robe on within the minute, and after making my bed, my journey to the bathroom begins.

Brush teeth, wash face, comb hair. The morning routine has been drilled into my head for ages. But I like it that way. Orderly.  Routine. I start to make my way back to my bedroom, pausing at the first doorway on my left. It was the twin's room. A bunk bed in the corner, the top with a bright pink blanket, the bottom with a baby blue one. Toys scattered the floor, a half-full glass of dark red juice sitting on the bed-side table. I pick up the worn, stuffed rabbit from the carpet, feeling the threads, barely holding together. It was once my toy, but it was given my sister. No one ever asked me if I was okay with that, they just assumed I was finished with such childish things. I never liked the rabbit anyway, toys seem like a waste of time. I walk over to the dresser, running my finger along the edge of it, gazing at my reflection in the mirror on the wall. My dark hair falls just past my shoulders, contrasting the pale skin and light green eyes I inherited from my mother.

I softly close the door behind me as I exit the room, making my way to the next one. My eldest brother's room is even more messy than the twin's. Clothes and books and magazines and pens and CDs and game controllers and posters everywhere. They scattered the now-invisible floor and futon bed and red walls, like a collage of my brother and everything he was. The CDs he had bought at a yard sale last weekend lay piled beside the bed. A picture had been thrown to the ground, ripped in two. He had recently been broken up with, and seemed very distraught over it. I don't understand his emotions. Why would he feel sad about someone who didn't want him anyway? I slam his door as I leave, it had been difficult to close ever since him and my father had been playfully wrestling and broke through it. I remember it sounded like a gunshot, or at least what I thought a gunshot sounded like at the time. So loud and out of place.

The next door was to my parent's room. My mother had tried to keep it orderly, the effort was evident. Clothes folded, but never put away. A small garbage can in the corner, but it hadn't been changed in so long it had begun to overflow. Both had worked 9-5 jobs and had four children to raise - so keeping a neat room was not a priority. I lay down on the their cozy, king-sized bed, with its deep red comforter and silky white sheets. I could smell my mother's favourite perfume and my father's aftershave that my brother had bought for his birthday. Amateur hand-drawn pictures by my siblings lined the walls, maybe to remind the two that they had something to get up in the morning for. I slowly closed the door to the room, to avoid that irritating creaking sound it made.

As I enter my own room, I feel the breeze come in from the open window, blowing my hair behind me. Most of my room is white, the colour always looks neat. I gaze around at my books, all ordered alphabetically. At the bedside table, where my alarm clock and lamp are placed flawlessly parallel to each other. At the closet, where the transparent curtain covering it revealed the neatly hung clothes within. At the desk, where not a single thing is out of place. Perfection.

Hunger hits me suddenly, and I hang a sharp right outside my door to go downstairs. I ignore the sticky wetness under my feet as I put some bread in the toaster. I stare out at the cloudy sky through the window over the sink, an airplane speeds across and a flock of birds land in a  nearby tree. Sometimes I feel like I'm a bird - floating through life, often with no direction, no feeling. The popping toast breaks the perfect silence that had fallen over my house. I eat it plain, my hunger wouldn't allow for any more delay. I finish the toast, and sigh, my stomach finally satisfied. I feel content.

I turn around and look at the family kitchen. Red smears the walls, the cupboards, the counters, the floors. And the four bodies on the floor. Their faces and clothes and skin all covered with that ruby red substance. Some dishes and cutlery lay scattered with them, knocked down in the struggle. The colour coats the fallen items and people, blending them all together. Red. So much red.
A scream pierces the air, breaking that beautiful silence once more. A look of horror on our neighbour's face as she walked into the kitchen; I forgot she was coming by to pick up her casserole dish. I sat down in the crimson and ran my fingers through it as she sobbed into the telephone, summoning emergency services. I don't see what the emergency is - there's no saving those who are gone.

**Is it clear in the end that she is the one who killed them? In the last line, I am trying to show that she is emotionally "gone", and her family in gone in that they are dead. I also tried to have the colour red a few different times in the story. How do I make it better? Also need a title. Thanks for any help!**

title: Have to write a short story for English class, need feedback! (887 words)

question: What nonverbal and unwritten/unspoken indication is there that the narrator is responsible for the deaths?

answer: The narrator is not shocked or horrified by the sight of the dead bodies.

question: One of two things will probably happen next. What are these likely possibilities?

answer: Either the police will come and run her in, or she will commit suicide.

critique: The police will not come and run her in.

question: Whom does the narrator look like?

answer: She looks like her mother.

critique: She also has light green eyes and pale skin.

critique: She also has light green eyes and pale skin, which she inherited from her mother.

question: The author has concerns about how many times they mention the color "red". How many times is it mentioned in the story alone?

answer: 12, including the title.

critique: There's no mention of the color red in the title.

text: The color "red" is no mentioned 12 times. It is mentioned less times.


text:
iOS 12, Apple’s latest mobile software for iPhone and iPad, is out. The new software packs in a bunch of new security and privacy features you’ve probably already heard about. Here’s what you need to do to take advantage of the new settings and lock down your device.

1. Turn on USB Restricted Mode to make hacking more difficult

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This difficult-to-find new feature prevents any accessories from connecting to your device — like USB cables and headphones — when your iPhone or iPad has been locked for more than an hour. That prevents police and hackers alike from using tools to bypass your lock screen passcode and get your data.

Go to SETTINGS > TOUCH ID & PASSCODE and type in your passcode. Then, scroll down and ensure that USB ACCESSORIES are not permitted on the lock screen, so make sure the setting is OFF. (On an iPhone X, check your FACE ID settings instead.)

2. Make sure automatic iOS updates are turned on

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Every time your iPhone or iPad updates, it comes with a slew of security patches to prevent crashes or data theft. Yet, how often do you update your phone? Most don’t bother unless it’s a major update. Now, iOS 12 will update your device behind the scenes, saving you downtime. Just make sure you switch it on.

Go to SETTINGS > GENERAL > SOFTWARE UPDATE and turn on automatic updates.

3. Set a stronger device passcode

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iOS has gotten better in recent years with passcodes. For years, it was a four-digit code by default, and now it’s six-digits. That makes it far more difficult to run through every combination — known as brute-forcing.

But did you know that you can set a number-only code of any length? Eight-digits, 12 — even more — and it keeps the number keypad on the lock screen so you don’t have to fiddle around with the keyboard.

Go to SETTINGS > TOUCH ID & PASSCODE and enter your passcode. Then, go to CHANGE PASSWORD and, from the options, set a CUSTOM NUMERIC CODE.

4. Now, switch on two-factor authentication

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Two-factor is one of the best ways to keep your account safe. If someone steals your password, they still need your phone to break into your account. For years, two-factor has been cumbersome and annoying. Now, iOS 12 has a new feature that auto-fills the code, so it takes the frustration step out of the equation — so you have no excuse.

You may be asked to switch on two-factor when you set up your phone. You can also go to SETTINGS and tap your name, then go to PASSWORD & SECURITY. Just tap TURN ON TWO-FACTOR AUTHENTICATION and follow the prompts.

5. While you’re here… change your reused passwords

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iOS 12’s password manager has a new feature: password auditing. If it finds you’ve used the same password on multiple sites, it will warn you and advise you to change those passwords. It prevents password reuse attacks (known as “credential stuffing“) that hackers use to break into multiple sites and services using the same username and password.

Go to SETTINGS > PASSWORDS & ACCOUNTS > WEBSITE & APP PASSWORDS and enter your passcode. You’ll see a small warning symbol next to each account that recognizes a reused password. One tap of the CHANGE PASSWORD ON WEBSITE button and you’re done.

[Cybersecurity 101 - TechCrunch]

question: What does the text say about Apple's new security settings?

answer: Apple's new security settings are designed to prevent hackers from accessing your data. The new security settings include USB Restricted Mode, which prevents accessories from connecting to your device when your iPhone or iPad has been locked for more than an hour. This prevents police and hackers alike from using tools to bypass your lock screen passcode and get your data. The new security settings also include two-factor authentication, which requires a user to have their phone to access their account.

critique: "This prevents police and hackers alike from using tools to bypass your lock screen passcode and get your data." - this is incorrect. It prevents police from using tools to bypass your lock screen passcode and get your data.

critique: The answer should mention that the new security settings also include password auditing.

critique: The answer should mention the other security features.

critique: The last sentence is a bit confusing and is unnecessary.

critique: The automatic update of every software has led to security patches for preventing crashes and data theft.

critique: The answer should mention the other security settings.

text: Include the password auditing, updates for preventing crashes, and additional security features.

category: coverage


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SYBIL MEDAN KATHIGASU GM (née DALY; 3 September 1899 - 12 June 1948) was a Malayan Eurasian nurse who supported the resistance during the Japanese occupation of Malaya. She was the only Malayan woman to be ever awarded with the George Medal for bravery.

Early life

Kathigasu was born to Joseph Daly, an Irish-Eurasian planter, and Beatrice Matilda Daly (née Martin), a French-Eurasian midwife, on 3 September 1899 in Medan, Sumatra, Dutch East Indies (thus reflected in her middle name). Her paternal grandparents were an Irishman and a Eurasian woman while her maternal grandparents were a Frenchman named Pierre Louie Martin and a Eurasian woman named Evelyn Adeline Martin _née_ Morrett. She was the fifth child and the only girl. She was trained as a nurse and midwife and spoke Cantonese fluently.

Marriage and family

While she was practising nursing and midwifery at the Kuala Lumpur General Hospital, Sybil first met Dr. Arumugam Kanapathi Pillay, a second generation Malaysian Indian, born on 17 June 1892 in Taiping to Kanapathi Pillay and Thangam, immigrants of Sri Lankan Tamil origin. Initially there had been objection from her parents due to their religious differences: him being a Hindu while Sybil was a Catholic. However, with agreement from his father, he became a Catholic and was renamed as Abdon Clement Kathigasu. Their wedding took place in St. John's Church (present location of St. John's Cathedral) in Bukit Nanas, Kuala Lumpur on 7 January 1919.

Sybil's first child was a son born on 26 August 1919, but due to major problems at birth, died after only 19 hours. He was named Michael after Sybil's elder brother, who was born in Taiping on 12 November 1892 and was killed in Gallipoli on 10 July 1915 as a member of the British Army.

The devastating blow of baby Michael's death led to Sybil's mother suggesting that a young boy, William Pillay, born 25 October 1918, who she had delivered and had remained staying with them at their Pudu house, should be adopted by Sybil and her husband. Then a daughter, Olga, was born to Sybil in Pekeliling, Kuala Lumpur, on 26 February 1921. The earlier sudden death of baby Michael made Olga a very special baby to Sybil, when she was born without problems. So when Sybil returned to Ipoh on 7 April 1921, it was not only with Olga, but also with William and her mother who had agreed to stay in Ipoh with the family. A second daughter, Dawn, was born in Ipoh on 21 September 1936.

Their children are:

1.  William Pillay (25 October 1918), adopted
2.  Michael Kathigasu (26 August 1919), died after only 19 hours of being born
3.  Olga Kathigasu (26 February 1921), died on 6 September 2014
4.  Dawn Kathigasu (21 September 1936), married William Bruce Spalding in London on 1 September 1956 and later have children with him. _No further information available, alleged suicide_[1]

She and her husband, Dr. Kathigasu, operated a clinic at No. 141, Brewster Road (now Jalan Sultan Idris Shah) in Ipoh from 1926 until the Japanese invasion of Malaya. The family escaped to the nearby town of Papan days before Japanese forces occupied Ipoh. The local Chinese community fondly remembered her husband, who was given the Hakka nickname “You Loy-De”.

Freedom fighter

Residing at No. 74, Main Street in Papan, the Kathigasus secretly kept shortwave radio sets and listened to BBC broadcasts. They quietly supplied medicines, medical services and information to the resistance forces until they were arrested in 1943.

Despite being interrogated and tortured by the Japanese military police, Sybil persisted in her efforts and was thrown in Batu Gajah jail. After Malaya was liberated from the Japanese in August 1945, Sybil was flown to Britain for medical treatment. There, she began writing her memoirs.

Sybil received the George Medal for Gallantry several months before her death on 12 June 1948.

Death and memorial

Sybil died on 12 June 1948 aged 48 in Britain and her body was buried in Lanark, Scotland. Her body was later returned in 1949 to Ipoh and reburied at the Roman Catholic cemetery beside St. Michael's Church opposite the Main Convent of the Holy Infant Jesus (now SMK Convent) on Brewster Road (now Jalan Sultan Idris Shah) in Ipoh.

A road _Jalan Sybil Kathigasu_ in Fair Park, Ipoh was named after Sybil, after independence to commemorate her bravery. Today, the shop house at No. 74, Main Road, Papan, serves as a memorial to Sybil and her efforts.

Published works

-   _No Dram of Mercy_ (Neville Spearman, 1954; reprinted Oxford University Press, 1983 and Prometheus Enterprises, 2006)
-   _Faces of Courage: A Revealing Historical Appreciation of Colonial Malaya's Legendary Kathigasu Family_ by Norma Miraflor & Ian Ward (2006, )

Legacy and in popular culture

-   Sybil is played by Jacintha Abisheganaden in the TV drama series _The Price of Peace_.
-   In 2010, a 10-part miniseries drama based on her life was produced by Malaysian satellite television company Astro and Red Communications titled _Apa Dosaku?_ (Malay: _What Is My Sin?_). Sybil's role was played by model and actress Elaine Daly, who also happens to be Sybil's grandniece.
-   In 2016, Google Malaysia commemorated her 117th birthday with a special Doodle; depicting her in her former Papan residence.[2]

[1] http://db.ipohworld.org/view/id/784

[2]

title: Sybil Kathigasu

question: What does the text say about the forces that liberated Malaya from the Japanese?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention the British forces.

critique: The response is incorrect and vague. The text mentions that after Malaya was liberated from the Japanese in August 1945, Sybil was then flown to Britain where she began writing her memoirs.

critique: The response misses to mention that the text does not mention anything about the forces that liberated Malaya from the Japanese.

critique: The text does mention the forces that liberated Malaya from the Japanese.

critique: The answer should mention that the text does not mention the forces that liberated Malaya from the Japanese.

question: What does the text say about Sybil Kathigasu as a freedom fighter?

answer: Sybil Kathigasu supported the resistance during the Japanese occupation of Malaya. She listened to BBC broadcasts and provided the resistance with medicines and medical services. She was arrested in 1943 and tortured, but she persisted in her efforts and was thrown in Batu Gajah jail. After Malaya was liberated from the Japanese in August 1945, Sybil was flown to Britain for medical treatment. She began writing her memoirs. Sybil received the George Medal for Gallantry shortly before her death on June 12, 1948.

critique: The answer should mention that Sybil was the only Malayan woman to be awarded the George Medal for bravery.

question: What does the text say about Sybil's husband?

answer: Sybil met Dr. Arumugam Kanapathi Pillay while she was practicing nursing and midwifery at the Kuala Lumpur General Hospital. He was a second-generation Malaysian Indian and a Hindu. Sybil's parents objected to their marriage due to their religious differences, but with his father's approval, he converted to Catholicism and was renamed Abdon Clement Kathigasu. They were married in 1919. Dr. Kathigasu and Sybil ran a clinic at No. 141, Brewster Road in Ipoh from 1926 until the Japanese invasion of Malaya. The family escaped to the nearby town of Papan days before the Japanese forces occupied Ipoh. The local Chinese community fondly remembered Dr. Kathigasu, who was given the Hakka nickname "You Loy-De".

critique: "abdon clement kathigasu" is one sentence and lacks a break.

critique: "The local Chinese community fondly remembered Dr. Kathigasu, who was given the Hakka nickname "You Loy-De"." is irrelevant to the question.

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

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

question: What does the text say about Sybil's Legacy?

answer: She was awarded the George Medal for bravery for supporting the resistance effort during Japanese occupation. She was honored by a road in Ipoh and several works were dedicated to her.

critique: The response does not mention her death.

critique: The response misses to mention that Sybil's body was returned to Ipoh and reburied at the Roman Catholic cemetery beside St. Michael's Church opposite the Main Convent of the Holy Infant Jesus.

critique: The response could include more details about Sybil's legacy.


text:
Strange Encounters

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What more could it be?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

title: [SF] Strange Encounters

question: Summarize the source of tension in the story.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


text:
Hypothermia. Happily, not a single racer went home with this as a prize on Saturday. With a forcast that called for both wind, rain, sleet and more obviously, bitter cold, we had a wonderous BC Cup #5 at the South Surrey bike park. 106 racers graced the course with excellent results, and awesome prizes. Tiny bags of campfire were provided by Poler Stuffto ensure full functioning fingers.

You can see photos at the Daryl-Evans Flickr here, as well as some choice shots from Doug Bronsat his Flickr here.

The first race of the day was our 10:30 start: Cat ¾ Men, Citizen Men, and Citizen Women. As the rain had yet to start, the racers contended simply with the strong headwind off the road start. This years course featured more swtichbacks, a flyover at the new SCORE park and a nice run through the rhythm section of the bike park. The Cat ¾ race provided early action, with the group switching leaders and chase for the first 3 laps. The Citizen racers were not far behind. Cat ¾ contenders Matt Hornland (Mighty), Brett Wakefield (Local Ride), Jacob Hartsoch (BFF), Paul McCloskey (Mighty) and David Morrissey (Escape Velocity) were the top 5, with top Citizen Men Rob Parkin, Garry Bone, Andrew Touvinen, James Ingham and Brian Reguly  and our three Citizen Women, Danielle Stevens, June Rosemary and Donna-Marie Tarver getting some R&B Beers and Rocanini Coffee. Our Mens U17 riders shredded as well, with Carsten Lapointe (Zimich Coaching) coming in 1st ahead of Pete Whalen (Local Ride) – they didn’t get beer.

Master ¾ Men took to the course with the largest field of the day, as well as the first of the freezing rain. 31 racers battled on the slippery course while Matt Barber and Nick Berry added color commentary and hot-dog handups. Our top five were James Cameron (Pro City), Simon Pulfrey, John Irvine (HR Block), Tyler Dumont (Physiomoves) and David Newbeck – top 3 took home some great stuff from Genuine Innovations, Lezyne, CatEye and RaceFace. Not to mention the beer and coffee.

Open Women and Masters Women were battling it out as well during the 12 o’clock callup, with a bit smaller field. Open Women finished with a top 3 of  Jean-Ann Berkenpas (Xprezo), Sandra Walter (Local Ride) and Joele Guynup (Condo/Marin Bikes) and our Women’s Masters came in with Glenowyn Carlson (Team Alliance) taking first and Barbara Zimich down 1 lap. Gore and Brodie provided additional prizes!

Our final event, Masters ½ and Elite ½ came up as the rain was at it’s worst – 60 minutes of suffering at the hands of mother nature and Jeff Hanninen’s wicked course design.

Our Masters ½ had a commanding field of 15, with our usual suspects commanding attention as they tore apart the course. In the top 5 you can see most of your BC Cup leaders vying for those all-important points. In order of finish: Bob Welbourn (Cannondale/CX West), Kim Steed (Steed Cycles), Derek Shiers, David Kvick (Rocky Mountain/Different Bikes), Jascon Fluckiger (Daryl Evans).

A smaller field, 5 elites started ahead of the Masters, with Kevin Noiles (Sportique) taking theCima Coppi handmade arm warmers as a holeshot prize; Kevin Calhoun (Rocky Mountain) looked strong though he had to be tired from bringing all the amazing swag from Cycles Lambert to the race for our winners. As the course wore on, Drew MacKenzie was steady but succumbed to the effects of a running race the day before (I swear running is bad for you), though he’s got bigger designs on SSCXWC San Fran. Sven Sturm (TREK Red Truck) kept the smile on, with Mike Berkenpas (Local Ride) looking large and in charge on the rhythm section. Noiles took the day with a powerful showing, Sturm coming second and Berkenpas coming in 3rd.

The day ended with some BBQ servings from Nick Berry, and the Brodie Romax frame/fork drawprize going to Brent Hambleton.

Thank you again to everyone that came out, to the volunteers from Darly-Evans and Mighty Riders and we hope to see you out at CX Provincials Nov 27th, as well as the BC Cup Finals on Dec. 3rd.

If you are interested in having Matt Barber MC your upcoming race, contact me at matthew@cantileverandpress.com

question: What does the passage say about racing categories?

answer: The first race of the day was the 10:30 start: Cat ¾ Men, Citizen Men, and Citizen Women. The next race was the Master ¾ Men. The next race was the Open Women and Masters Women. The final race was the Masters ½ and Elite ½.

critique: The answer omits the categories of Open and Masters Men.

critique: The response includes the wrong categories of flyover and rhythm section of the bike park.

critique: The answer should mention the categories of the other races.

question: Summarize what the passage says about the race's sponsors.

answer: The race was sponsored by Poler Stuff, Genuine Innovations, Lezyne, CatEye, RaceFace, Cima Coppi, Cycles Lambert, and TREK Red Truck.

critique: The response should include the prizes given by the sponsors.

question: What does the passage say about skateboards?

answer: No answer

critique: The article does not mention skateboards.

question: What does the passage say about the location?

answer: The race was held at the South Surrey bike park. The course featured switchbacks, a flyover at the new SCORE park, and a run through the rhythm section of the bike park. The rain had yet to start when the racers contended with a strong headwind off the road start.

critique: The response does not answer the question.

text: The second sentence is unnecessary and should be omitted.

category: coherence

question: What does the passage say about a DJ gig?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer is incorrect and there is no answer.

critique: The answer should mention that the passage does not mention a DJ gig.


text:
**I wrote this as a 'technical' exercise in story telling. I've been trying to find a style, experimenting with different methods. If you have any feedback, I'd love to hear it. I wasn't going to do anything else with the story but if you have an idea about where you thought it would go, that'd be interesting to hear too ;-)**

“It’s funny when you think about the things that used to be important in’t it?” Darren asked of nobody in particular. “You know, when you’d save up your brass for the latest bit of kit; going to work every day, takin’ shit off folk, trying to get yer sen up the ladder, just for a bit more brass, perpetuating the bullshit cycle and all that.”

The other 2 men seated in the dark office remained silent. The paraphernalia of bureaucracy lay scattered about the place. Papers littered the floor and the powerless computer screens stared out from desks like dead eyes.

“See the thing is, it’s sort of ironic innit?” continued Darren, licking away the bead of sweat that had formed on his upper lip. “After putting all that effort into working to try and get the stuff we wanted, we’re still ‘ere working when all the stuff we want has gone and we’re not very likely to ever see it again.”

Christian loosened his tie and rose to his feet. Regarding Darren with a barely disguised look of contempt he drew himself up to his full 6 feet and fixed the smaller man with a hard stare.

“I’ll tell you what Darren.” he said. “Your constant rambling is starting to get right on my tits. At the end of the day, I’m pretty fucking sure nobody chose to find themselves in this situation, and even in the state that we’re in, we’re faring quite a good deal better than most of the other poor bastards out there.”

Christian remembered the first time he met Darren, a replacement for an assistant promoted to pastures new. He’d arrived late, a small bloke with ratlike features who scuttered into his office dressed in a ill-fitting cheap suit, shiny at the arse and elbows, worn thin through years of sitting slouched over a desk. Christian couldn’t help but wonder if he was still wearing the same suit now, 5 years later.

Darren’s eyes darted away from the intense stare. “I d’int mean anything by it mate. Just trying to make conversation is all. You know what I mean don’t you Baz?”

Barry, the third member of the group looked up from the floor where an errant paperclip had held his attention for the last 5 minutes, opened his mouth to reply, then thought better of it, lowering his gaze to the floor again.

Christian turned to face the shuttered windows of the office and chanced a peek through the slats into the outside world below.

“Stay away from the window Chris!” hissed Barry, startling Christian and causing him turn quickly and bang his leg against an office table. “They can’t know we’re in here. We’ve heard from no-one else for ages so we’ve pretty much got to assume we’re ‘it’ now.”

Rubbing his leg Christian hobbled across to Barry who - still seated - turned his head to face him.

“Let’s put it this way Baz.” Christian lowered his face to Barry’s level. “We were set up to deal with this, well, for want of a better word ‘situation’, but at the end of the day how likely do you think ‘they’ thought it was that this situation would or could ever happen?”

“I’d not really thought about it to be honest Chris.” replied Barry. “But as it has happened, don’t you think we should try and do something about it?”

“Do what? Me, you and Shirley Bassey here against, well, against all of that out there?” he adjusted his posture to indicate the shuttered window. “What exactly do you propose we do?”

title: Where does this go?

question: What does the story say about Darren?

answer: Darren is having a conversation with Christian and Barry. Darren is a talker and likes to share his thoughts with others. He seems to have time to socialize and yak while they are in a very uncertain, improvised situation. Darren is also a bit judgemental as he likened Christian's office to the desk where he sits every day and expressed that he knows just how Christian feels regarding the situation.

critique: Darren's conversation with the men aren't judgmental - it's just plain judgmental. The answer should be rewritten.

critique: Darren's talkativeness is not a judgment of him.

critique: Darren's judgmental attitude is not expressed in the story.

question: What does the story say about Darren and Christian?

answer: Darren is a rat-like bloke who is talking to Christian, trying to make conversation. Christian doesn't seem too pleased and says that Darren's constant chatter is starting to get on his tits. Barry, another co-worker of the pair, joins in their conversation. He is explaining to Christian that Darren was only trying to make conversation, noting that he was singing about the things that are no longer important, now that people are working towards the same goal and trying to survive.

critique: Darren is not the one who is trying to make conversation, Barry is. Additionally, Darren has worked with Barry and Christian for five years in a very cramped office playing a game of hide-and-seek.

question: What does the story say about its setting?

answer: The story is set in an office, though it's not clear what the office is for. There is a window and it's shuttered, so it's not clear if it's outside or not. There is a chair and a computer.

critique: Doesn't mention the bizarre situation they're in and the implications of their having locked themselves away.

critique: The answer should mention the situation the characters are in.

critique: The answer should mention that the office is dark.

critique: The answer should mention the bureaucracy.

critique: The last two lines are unnecessary and could be omitted.

question: What does the story say about Barry and Christian?

answer: Barry and Christian were two guys in an office with Darren, who were not supposed to be there. It may be implied that Barry and Christian are part of an organization that handles a lot of paperwork and files. Some had been there for years. They were scared because they were surrounded by unknown people outside the window.

critique: The answer should mention that the men are scared because they have not heard from anyone else for a long time.

critique: The answer should mention that Barry and Christian are friends.

critique: The answer is inaccurate. They were not supposed to be in the office.

critique: The answer should mention that they are scared because they are surrounded by unknown people outside the window.

critique: The answer should mention that Christian is the boss.

critique: Darren points out that Barry, Christian and him are all in this situation, "we're faring quite a good deal better than most of the other poor bastards out there"

critique: The answer should mention that the men are scared because they are surrounded by unknown people.


text:
        I'm writing this 20 minutes after having my first MRI brain scan. This experience was something that I felt was noteworthy. To myself at least. I wonder if anyone else had the same experience while getting an MRI scan. I wondered if anyone had ever experienced what I was experiencing.

        Right before I walked  into the scanning room, I reached at my neck for the necklace that I've worn everyday for the past 8 years, only to find that it wasn't there. Gold isn't what most people think of when someone says "metal", but it is in fact a metallic element, so it had to be removed.
        My glasses were removed as soon as I got situated on the table. Everything after that was a literal "blur". Earlier conversation with my physician led me to expect music. Either through headphones or earphones. Regular music. The headphones didn't fit because of the situation with the head brace and padding, so "ear plugs" were snugly put in. That's what the physician called them, but many people call "earphones" "ear plugs" so I was still expecting music.  It wasn't until the end of the scan that I would realize this wasn't regular music...
        I made it a point to stay really still. My head was put in an awkward position, and my body was slightly shifted to the right. The physician gave me an emergency ball to squeeze in case of, well, an emergency. I folded my right arm over my stomach and held it in that hand. Firmly. In my mind, the ball was only to be used by wimps, or someone who was incidentally having their brains fried and melted. After what felt like a couple if minutes, I considered maybe I fit into one of those categories.
        Left lying, waiting for the music to start, I contemplated the possibility that the music may be too loud for my ears. My ears are pretty sensitive, and anything above three notches would probably startle me. I felt myself tensing up, annoyed by the fact that she didn't even question my personal tolerance level.
        Without warning, I was slowly pushed into the narrow tube. Though I was dreading the onset of loud, unbearable music, I forced myself to promise I wouldn't use the alert ball for something so stupid. For pride's sake, I guess.
        A few seconds went by. Silence. Then a few more. The machine started to produce a low rumbling sound. It couldn't have been music because the noise was awful and the total opposite of soothing. I almost completely ruled out the possibility of listening to music. Then I started to consider that maybe this rumbling sound WAS the music.
        More time went by. The sound switched pitches and patterns. The machine shook at the commencement of each new set. There was even a time where the sounds mimicked outer space "beeps" and "boops", and people with wood clappers playing "Simon Says". I thought maybe these weren't machine sounds. Maybe I was just being unappreciative of the music that was given to me. My body was still and my eyes opened and closed as they pleased. Bored, I began to focus on what I was feeling... Terrible idea.
        The scanning seemed to come in stages. In each stage my body felt a new feeling. When the first stage began, my body just felt stiff. I knew the more I moved, the longer it would take. I focused on my hearing and touch. The radio waves were felt buzzing in the base of my neck and head. Heat was felt too. Placebo effect, probably. I know. But at the time, my mind was telling me that my brain was being fried by the wicked machine. The low rumble continued, loud and steady for minutes. I just knew this wasn't normal. Then again, I also know that I occasionally over-think things, and make myself paranoid with thoughts of unfortunate scenarios, like the ones in "1,000  Ways To Die".
        I thought about the emergency ball in my right hand. It wasn't there. My hand wasn't there. And neither was my arm. I knew it was all there, I just couldn't FEEL them.  That's definitely a placebo effect too. But then the humming switched up. The sound broke into 2-second parts with 1-second spaces in between. In the spaces, silence. And in the humming, words. Unmistakable speech, blanketed with code.
        The second stage was even more interesting. The sounds came from different directions in different tones. I could feel which part of my head was being scanned. At one point, a pulsating, mid-toned buzz resonated from above. My eyes closed, and I could SEE the waves. I could FEEL the waves drawing me in. I got flash backs of things that have never happened to me before. Grim, vivid images and visions. There were beeping sounds, then clanking sounds, then humming sounds again. My body felt weightless. My head was heavy. Parts of my body twitched. I was being probed and possessed, undoubtedly.
        Finally, peace. The last stage happened so quickly. I only remember being calm; mind and body still. I could only feel my heartbeat. The blood pumped through my chest out to the arms and legs. My brain shook with the frequencies of the waves, and sent me to sleep. Destination not reached.
        Everything stopped. Not like it does in between buzzing or in between tones and rhythms. It just, well, stopped. A voice greeted me and told me I was done. With my head still facing fixed straight, and my glasses off, I tried to look down. And what I saw wasn't what I expected...
        Black robe? Black hair? This isn't the physician who greeted me, and talked with me, and got me situated in the machine. This was someone else. I was sat up and was told that I might be a little dizzy. I said I wasn't. I didn't think I was. But I probably was. The emergency ball was taken out of my hand. Only then did I realize the subtle death-grip that I had on it. I put my glasses on and took the ear PLUGS out. It WASN'T music. They WERE in fact ear plugs.
        My senses are clear now. (Except for my sense of direction). Now I was positive this wasn't the person who brought me in. I was guided out of the scanning room feeling lost. The original physician was sitting behind the control center. The physician who mislead me into thinking music would be played for me. The physician who started all of the confusion that happened while I was in the tube. The physician who indirectly convinced me that I was being ungrateful for the odd futuristic "music" that was being played for me. In my hand, the ear plugs; her sly accomplice. Walking out, I still felt the buzzing. And I still heard the hum. And even though I know I was mislead, something in my mind, in the back of my head, still tells me that I was probed...

title: Probed

question: What does the story say about aliens?

answer: No answer

critique: The story has no explicit reference to aliens, but there are some hints that the narrator suspects they were being probed by aliens.

critique: The narrator mentions aliens in the story.

critique: The story says that the narrator feels like they were probed by aliens.

question: Summarize the narrator's experiences in the MRI machine.

answer: The narrator goes into the MRI machine and is told to stay still. During the MRI scan, the narrator feels stiff, and feels their body stiffen more as they move more. They feel the radio waves in their head and neck, and they feel heat. The narrator feels the radio waves draw them in. They have visions and flashbacks of things that have never happened before. They feel like their body is being probed and possessed. The narrator feels weightless. The narrator feels the blood pump through their body, and they feel their brain shake with the frequencies of the waves. The narrator is told to rest as the MRI scan ends.

critique: The narrator feels the radio waves draw them in, but doesn't feel like their body is being probed and possessed.

critique: The narrator can't feel their body stiffen after the first stage.

critique: The narrator feels the radio waves draw them in. They have visions and flashbacks of things that have never happened before. They feel like their body is being probed and possessed. The narrator feels weightless. The narrator feels the blood pump through their body, and they feel their brain shake with the frequencies of the waves. The narrator is told to rest as the MRI scan ends.

critique: The narrator's body is not stiffened more as they move more.

critique: The narrator also feels like they are being misled by the physician.

critique: While most of the answer is accurate, the ending is false.


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

Life

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

Bequests

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

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

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

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title: Edmund Meyrick

question: Describe Meyrick's relationship to Wales.

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

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

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

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

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

critique: He also held several positions in West Wales.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

question: When did Meyrick live?

answer: 1636 to 1713

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

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

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

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

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

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


text:
Foreword: Before you read this, I would like to go ahead and say no, I don't have pictures, and I have no way of proving to you that anything I say here is true... but I assure you it happened, that I was there, and that what I saw that night was a UFO.

I was living in San Antonio going to college back in 2010. I was a freshman at the time. I have always enjoyed nature and love to go camping multiple times a year whenever and wherever I can. Living in San Antonio, all I had to do was drive west less than five minutes to watch the hills begin grow progressively larger the farther west you drive into that which is the Texas hill country. A bit over an hour drive north west was Enchanted Rock,[1] which is a giant granite dome jutting out of the earth, awesome for hiking, great views, and my next camping destination.

The plan was to go in a group of four; me, a girl friend of mine from high school who I was to pick up in Austin, and two friends of hers who I had previously met. Well, her other two friends bailed last minute and it was just me and her. I was going camping whether or not anyone went with me, which she knew, so she decided to tag along despite her friends flaking out. I picked her up in Austin as planned and we drove out west to Enchanted Rock for a great day of hiking and spelunking through the cave at the top. After hours of hiking trails, climbing the rock, and crawling through caves, she was beat and decided to go to sleep at around 8:30. We were camped on a ridge just west of the rock, about 2 1/2 miles from the car, with a great view of the Enchanted Rock itself, as well as the area surrounding us. My friend, Jenn, went to sleep and I stayed up to watch the stars; which are beautiful out there, being 14 miles from the nearest town. Here's where things got weird.

It began with me noticing a bright 'star' just above the horizon in the w/sw, and when I say bright, I mean it was almost blinding, the brightest star in the sky. I noticed it seemed to flicker, or flutter in place. Sort of bouncing around all over the place but staying in the same general area. Now I don't know what came over me, what I was thinking, or what I expected to happen, but I just got the idea to start flashing my flashlight at this star. As I do, the thing starts to move up, in its same fluttering motion, only moving a bit higher into the sky with each bounce. I stopped flashing my light and it began to fall. More flashing, it bounces up a bit more. Stop, it begins to fall. It also seemed to be flashing back at me. I did this for a few minutes as my interest piqued, eventually waking up Jenn to check it out. We sat there for over 30 minutes flashing that flashlight at the star, to the point where it had bounced its way from just above the horizon to almost directly above our heads. Eventually, we stopped flashing all together and it sank consistently until it fell below the horizon, not returning.

A couple hours go by after the star disappeared below the horizon, with nothing peculiar happening until we noticed a light slowly, almost unnoticeably, coming up over the other side of the rock from the east. It was very bright, and at first I thought it could just be the moon rising, but as several minutes go by, a light in the shape of a hexagon slowly rose to the top of the rock. Only the edges were illuminated, the center was dark, either hollow, or a dark material. As it reached the top of the rock, the hexagon broke apart into six separate bars of light, each going its own way moving over the face of the rock (which is just over a mile long) in a matter of seconds; scaling the rock from top to bottom (a sheer 500 foot rock face) in a matter of seconds. Impossible feats for a person. We could see the lights illuminating the rock and trees as they moved around up there. We saw two of them dip below the tree line at the base of the rock, out of our line of sight, and the trees at the bottom had a blue glow as they were lit up as the lights moved passed them, and toward us. At this point we freaked out and retreated to our tent. We began hearing noises in the woods surrounding us; something heavy moving around in the brush, a motor type sound moving through the woods in the near distance (it's after midnight and no motor vehicles are allowed in this state park), and lights started flickering against the outside of our tent, shining directly at our campsite. Both of us were terrified, and honestly didn't fully grasp what was happening outside, and the fear of the unknown took over. It could have been anything out there. People could have just been walking by and accidentally shone their flashlights our way... trust me I've taken all of this into consideration. The story isn't over yet.

The mystery lights disappeared after about thirty minutes or so and the noises soon after. Both myself, and Jenn were exhausted from being so scared, not to mention hiking and climbing miles of country the day before. The clock was nearing 1am, we fell asleep.

I woke up at 3:30am in a daze, the kind of wake up where you lift your head off the pillow, open your eyes, then bury your face back down and pass out again; only when I opened my eyes, I saw a light in the sky through the opaque silk of the tent. I unzipped the zipper of the tent to get a better view, and before me, hovering only about 500 feet above enchanted rock, was a disk. It made little to no sound, maybe a faint hum if anything, it had twelve circular lights around the edge of the craft and it spun counter clockwise at varying speeds, at times so fast, the 12 lights merged into a solid white line, and at other times so slow, I had the time to count the lights. It was about 150-200 ft long, but the most interesting thing about it was the way it moved. It was unlike anything I had ever seen, except for maybe a few hours earlier, and from much farther away. It tilted and whirled and bounced around in the air, but stayed in the same area. It tilted side to side, would move diagonally so, then would level out and move directly up and down, then maybe side to side, and then spin like a top again. The best i can describe it was erratic, but controlled. I watched, slack jawed and in awe for a few minutes until I turned around and woke up Jenn who was sleeping behind me. I told her to stay calm and just to sit up and look. She did, and freaked out at first, wanting to leave right then, only retracting her idea after I pointed out we would have to pack up all our gear and hike over 2 miles back to the car, also having to walk directly under the fucking thing. I wasn't leaving the tent. Her and I sat there and watched the UFO for over 3 hours. It stayed there directly above Enchanted Rock until the light started seeping over the horizon; and as the sun slowly rose, the UFO slowly rose higher into the sky in it's bouncing motions, over the course of 15-20 minutes until it had risen above the morning clouds and out of sight.

I told myself then that I would never let myself believe what I saw that night was anything other than a UFO, man made or out of this world. It was real. I saw it and so did Jenn; and if what we saw that night was captured on film I know it would have changed the world, because seeing it changed mine. It is disappointing to me that I am unable to provide in that aspect, however, I am given hope in the thought that if chance had it that I saw one, surely others will too, and hopefully they will have a camera. It's only a matter of time.

If you have any questions I'll be happy to answer.

title: Enchanted Rock UFO Dec. 2010 (Firsthand Witness;True Story)

question: Describe the disk that hovers over the narrator.

answer: It was about 150 to 200 ft tall and had twelve circles around its edge.

critique: The disk was not 150 to 200 ft tall. It was about 150-200 ft long.

critique: The narrator describes the disk as hovering over the rock.

critique: The size and number of lights are not relevant to the question

critique: Specify that it could also be disk-shaped

critique: The narrator describes the disk as hovering over the rock, not being 150 to 200 ft tall.

critique: The narrator's height estimate is likely inaccurate.

critique: '...150 to 200 ft tall and had twelve circles around its edge.' lacks crucial information on the disk.

critique: It was difficult to judge the size but this response has to measure the size

critique: The narrator doesn't say how tall the disk was.

critique: "It was about 150 to 200 ft tall" - the story doesn't mention the height of the UFO.

critique: The answer is missing the fact that the disk was spinning.

critique: The disk was not that tall. It was only about 500 feet above the ground.

critique: The answer should mention how the disk looked.

text: The disk was spinning and blinking around above the narrator's campsite. Just before that, it flashed its lights in answer to the narrator doing the same. The answer omits these.

refinement: It was about 150 to 200 ft tall and had twelve circles around its edge.

question: What does the narrator conclude the event was?

answer: "a UFO"

critique: It is omitted that the narrator believes the UFO was extraterrestrial.

critique: The response is less than 250 characters and could be improved.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator thinks the sighting was of a UFO.

critique: It would be better to write "the narrator concludes/thinks" instead of "a UFO" as it's an event that happened in the mind of the narrator.

critique: It should be written in full and not in acronym.

critique: "Man-made or out of this world" is evidence that the narrator saw it as something outside of the norm of nature

critique: The answer should include the narrator's reasoning for concluding that the event was a UFO.

critique: The answer should be more specific about the narrator's conclusion.

critique: The narrator also believes it to be an alien craft.

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

critique: The answer should include the fact that the narrator believes the UFO was extraterrestrial.

critique: The response misses out on mentioning that the narrator is certain the object was alien.

question: Where does the encounter with the UFO occur?

answer: Enchanted Rock State Natural Area in the Texas Hill Country.

critique: The story also mentions that the campers are 14 miles from the nearest town.

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

critique: It is omitted that the UFO hovered over the largest granite dome jutting out of the earth.

critique: The answer does not mention the location inside the park.

critique: The answer should include the location of the encounter.

critique: The answer should include the name of the narrator.

critique: The answer does not mention the exact location of the encounter.

critique: The answer should mention the specific location of the encounter.

critique: The state park is not necessarily where the encounter with the UFO occurred.

critique: The answer should include the fact that it's a campground.

critique: The answer should mention the time of the encounter.


text:
My body trembled in the immense light of the ever present Sun. My hand hooded my eyes as I stared up at It. Suddenly, Its usual warmth felt more like a burning heat. Beauty and Power was my mantra to the ‘heavenly’ body. It is said to supply us with the essence of purity, and growth. But in that moment, it just felt like a stadium light crammed in a small room: too tremendous to be needed, too ridiculous to be natural. A poorly done Photoshop, of sorts. Beads of sweat gathered at my brow. Whether it was from the immense heat, or the sudden realization, I wasn’t quite sure.

Though the city around me was hustling and bustling at this time, just like every other time, I felt strangely suffocated and claustrophobic. Getting out was the only thing on my mind. For an hour, I think, my nimble body weaved through the crowed city, then suburbs, and finally to the hill on the outskirt of our city. No one really ventured here. Curiosity is not a natural emotion of my people. Those who had, though, were rumored to have never been seen again. For some reason, I took that risk; I just felt like I needed to get out.

It took me another hour of intensive climbing to get to the top of this steep hill. Finally, there I stood at the crest of the hill, staring down at my former city, formally named Ignorance. The sight brought tears to my eyes. For some reason, none of the cityscape seemed to be quite as real any more. This view told me why no one had ever returned,

Cupping my mouth like a megaphone, I began to yell the names of the people I knew there. I wanted them to come with me, for them to experience this realization themselves, but they were too far to hear my calls. My yelling halted when I felt something splash on the back of my hand. Sweat? The liquid was replaced with saliva as my tongue brush over the droplet. No, this didn’t taste salty at all. Then there were more of these splashes all around me, and the sky darkened. My heart was pounding from my fear, for the only water we knew in Ignorance was that from the Lake. It was a horrifying experience, this never happened in my city. I quickly found shelter under a tree and grimaced at the sky. Depressingly, I yearned for my warm, comforting life in the city below, but it was too late, I would no longer feel accepted there. Finally, I fell asleep to the sound of what I later found out to be rain.

I woke up to the Warmth. To the real one, not like the one in Ignorance. After the dreadful rain, this was the first thing that redeemed leaving Ignorance. This Sun was real. It was more yellow then the old one, much less like an incandescent bulb in the ceiling. It had volume, and the power to dry my body of the rainwater with these warm breezes in the air, swirling around me.

I ventured further away, less affected by my subconscious wanting me to stay. In the back of my mind, I knew I would have to return, except that time, with a crowd big enough for everyone in Ignorance city to hear when we scream for them at the top of the hill, as far as we can venture. But I need to learn first. Live life outside the city and become independent. I thought all of this as I traveled through the muddy wilderness beyond the city and then even beyond the Hill.

It never rains in Ignorance; not ever. Their sky is kept bright and clear by a giant light bulb that never goes out. In theory, though, a little bit of water splashed on it could short-circuit the light bulb, exposing them to the true sun. But there would have to be a lot of rain for it to reach that high up.

For now I’ll let them live in Ignorance, and hope for the best. Besides, I have a new place in between the Hill and the Sea that I now call home. That, my friends, is the small, but up and coming town named Wisdom. And I hope one day, you can take the time to visit.

title: Hi, this is my first short story I've shared with anyone. I hope you all can help me better myself as a writer.

question: What does the text say about the town the narrator is from?

answer: The town is called Ignorance. It is a city with a bustling population. The city is kept bright and clear by a giant light bulb that never goes out. The narrator is the only one who realizes that the light bulb could be short-circuited by a little bit of water, exposing them to the true sun.

critique: The answer omits the reason why the narrator is leaving the city.

critique: The narrator is the only one who realizes that by the end of the story. Replace the first sentence with a more accurate description.

text: The "Warmth" which comes from the lightbulb is omitted.