text:
   "Shut the fuck up, lets roll!"

   "Wut!?"

   "Step away from the crack pipe I mean my drums or we'll be late, dipshit!"

   "Oh yeah..."

...

   Bael was the last bicycle allowed across the bridge.  The officer crossed the roadway after Bael passed and said to Rael,

   "Pedestrians aren't allowed on the bridge as the cruiser passes under."

   "But that's my brother there that you let cross ahead of me."  It was nearly a hundred yards before Bael realized Rael wasn't following.  He stopped and noticed the officer had crossed the roadway to talk with Rael, then eventually let her pass. As she rode closer she shouted, "We can't be on the bridge when the boat passes."  Bael didn't think that they would get such a surreal view of a Navy ship steaming up the Willamette.  He thought it was strange to see a military ship. This was new for him, Bael hadn't lived in a Port city before. For the rest of the ride he thought of what it would look like to see war at home. Then snapped out of it and gave thanks to his great friends for hauling his heavy instrument around.

   Rael usually stood in the center of the room whenever and where ever Bael's band played.  She stood in the center of the room at any show. In fact, she just liked being in the center of rooms. At first it was of an OCD nature, where she had to be in the center of the room for some geometrical reason that even she hardly understood.  As she grew out of her minor obsessive compulsive tendencies and listened to more live music she found that the center of the room usually sounded the best in her opinion.  Occasionally there was an incompetent sound engineer running the sound system.  Rael being somewhat obsessive compulsive, and controlling would have to ask if the engineer would lower or raise the sound of an instrument, or adjust the high or low frequency levels.  Rael was kind of weirded out by this particular peculiar sound engineer.  He had a strange way of staring at her, and when she first noticed, he looked away suddenly then back in her direction but not directly at her as if he hadn't been staring at all.  This had been going on since she arrived. He was always staring at her if she looked in his direction.

   "Bael, tell the sound guy to cut some of the lows when you guys play, it sounds like shit. I would but he's fucking weird." The music was loud and Rael had to lean close to her brothers ear.

   "Haa!" She just stared at him and Bael realized she was serious, he nodded once. "...ok." He said to himself.  Bael went straight to the engineer and without thinking twice leaned in and said.

   "You see my girl over there?" Rael was watching confused, angered and embarrassed as her brother pointed her out.  The engineer sat up straight and stared emotionless at Rael. "She asked me to ask you if you're down to fuck. :D  We like you, oh and when my band plays next could you turn down the low frequencies a little?" The engineer turned to Bael with his brow scrunched, confusion and excitement and skepticism wrinkled throughout his face.

   "Uh what? ...yeah, I mean, really? I can turn down the lows sure... uh are you fucking with me? what, a threesome?"

   "Thanks, man.  Yeah a threesome, dude.  You look fun, at least have a drink with us?" The engineer pondered the proposition for nearly a minute, laughing to himself while staring at Rael who was still watching.

   "Fuck you, I don't believe you. You're fucking with me." He turned towards Rael and laughed, then back towards the sound board. "Nice try."

   "Sorry, man just messing around, didn't mean to offend you or anything, thanks for running the sound." The engineer nodded and looked back at the stage as Bael turned and walked back to his curious sister.

   "What the fuck did you say to him, dipshit?"

   "Just told him I was your manager and you do private dances, wanna make some money tonight?"

   "I'll fucking stab you!" She lunged at him and started punching his chest and stomach.

   "Whoa, don't worry lil' sis he doesn't have the cash!" He said while deflecting fists.

   "You're band is like a bunch of amateurs compared to them."  She gestured towards the stage and  Bael laughed.  He didn't care if it was true, this band was killing it.

title: Fucking Rockstars.

question: What does the story say about why pedestrians weren't allowed on the bridge when the Navy cruiser passes under?

answer: No answer

critique: There is an answer. *In this story, the pedestrians weren't allowed on the bridge when the Navy ship passes under.

critique: It is omitted that the Navy cruiser passes under the bridge.

critique: The passage mentions that pedestrians weren't allowed on the bridge when the cruiser passes under.

question: What does the story say about Bael and Rael?

answer: Bael and Rael are siblings. They are brothers and they are in a band. They are performing at a show and they are on their way to the show. Rael usually stands in the center of the room whenever and where ever Bael's band plays.

critique: It's omitted that Rael is annoyed with Bael for talking to the sound engineer.

critique: The answer should mention that Rael is annoyed with Bael.

critique: The answer should mention Bael's comment to the sound engineer.

critique: Among other inaccuracies, the inclusion of 'they are' seems unnecessary.

critique: The answer omits that Rael is a bit of an OCD person.

critique: It's omitted that Rael is usually the one who tells Bael what to do.

critique: The answer should mention that Rael is annoyed at Bael.

text: "They are brothers and they are in a band." - this is incorrect. Rael is Bael's younger sister.

question: What does the story say about the sound engineer who kept staring at Rael?

answer: The sound engineer was a strange man who kept staring at Rael. He had a strange way of staring at her, and when she first noticed, he looked away suddenly then back in her direction but not directly at her as if he hadn't been staring at all. This had been going on since she arrived. He was always staring at her if she looked in his direction.

critique: The answer should mention that Rael was weirded out by the sound engineer.

critique: The answer should mention that Rael was weirded out by this.

critique: The answer should mention that the engineer propositions Rael.

critique: The answer should mention that Bael asks the engineer if he wants to have a threesome with Rael and him.

critique: The engineer's staring is not the main point of the story.

critique: It's omitted her brother Bael told him he wants him to have a threesome.

question: What does the story say about Rael's OCD tendencies?

answer: Rael has some obsessive compulsive tendencies. She always stands in the center of the room. At first, it was a small obsession as she had to be in the center of the room for some reason. As she grew older, she listened to more live music and realized that center of the room sounded the best in her opinion. She noticed that sometimes the sound engineer running the sound system was staring at her.

critique: It's omitted that Rael asks the sound engineer to lower or raise the sound of an instrument, or adjust the high or low frequency levels.

critique: The answer should mention that Rael is now over her OCD tendencies.

critique: The answer omits that Rael's OCD tendencies are minor.

critique: The answer should mention that Rael is now trying to control her OCD tendencies.

critique: She also found herself compelled to control the sound engineer

critique: "She noticed that sometimes the sound engineer running the sound system was staring at her." - this is inaccurate. It was the sound engineer that was staring at her.

critique: It's omitted that Rael is also a controlling person.

text: "She noticed that sometimes the sound engineer running the sound system was staring at her." - this is irrelevant and should be removed.


split: train

text:
This is a story I just wrote, that isn't finished yet. I've been feeling down lately and It's helped to write stuff down. It's kind of a fictionalized reflection of myself. Please don't bash too hard on my writing or grammer, this is the first thing I've written for a long time.

Alexa

Her sparklingly beautiful hazel eyes were locked to his. Dark auburn hair and thick black rimmed glasses covered part of her small freck covered face. A slight smile rose her cheeks. He smiled back, causing his heart rate rise exponentially.  A feeling manifested in the pit of his stomach which he had never felt before. David would usually be trying to cope with his inconfidence by looking away, but for some reason this time was different, he didn’t care. The ice cream that she had scooped was starting drip onto her red blouse. As soon as she realized it was dripping all over her shirt, a middle aged mother with her two children started blabbering to her about not listening. Seven seconds was how long it lasted, and that was the end of it. She looked away, cleaned off the melting ice cream and attended to the demandingly ungrateful customers. The moment that David may never receive ever again had passed, forever. Seven seconds was how long it lasted, it was pure mental ecstasy. David craved these moments, but he thought they can’t happen in real life. He was probably the shyest person he knew, mostly because he doesn’t know that many people. In Fact, he only has one real friend, who only communicates on his terms with an outdated instant message service. David did not introduce himself to this beautiful redhead, instead he looked away awkwardly, got up and left. While walking to his appartment in a terrible neighborhood in Seattle, David mentally tortured himself for making this decision, because he knew that he would never see her ever again. David never speaks to anyone without them initiating first, it is a curse deep inside his being that he wish could just tear up into tiny pieces and burn them. Still, the image of her sparkly dark red hair was burned to his eyeballs, and it made him think about his choices and how he could have acted differently.

Her imperfections were his favourite part about her. Her freckles were many and her small breasts were stunning in her red top. She was 11 out of 10. David told himself he “would do anything to just say, hello.”, but that wasn’t true and he knew it. He just didn’t know how to deal with the situation. David locked his apartment door, made himself a microwave burrito and went on to his laptop. This is the place where you can guarantee he’ll be for most days and nights. Reddit, netflix and 4chan were the usual. He didn’t use facebook much, since he didn’t have any friends. 2am approached and David told himself to go to sleep. So David did his nightly routine that consists of brushing teeth and and masturbating to clothed pictures of cute normal girls, since he wasn’t fond of big breasted asian hardcore porn. He wasn’t sure if he was being creepy or appreciating reality. After laying back and thinking in his pitch dark room, he couldn’t stop thinking about this girl. He didn’t even know her name, he just knew her face and in this moment, his dream of being an computer programming superstar looked so distant, he had come to an painful realization, his life might not turn out how he planned.

David was 20 years old, mildly overweight but had a decent face, at least he thought so. His voice was very deep and monotone and he always wore dark blue jeans and some kind of geeky t-shirt. He starred at her, taking in her beauty. He couldn't get passed how beautiful her hair was, and that he was actually in the same room as her. The sunset shining from the window behind her blinded David's view, but it made the moment more exciting. She started laughing and looking down and kind of embarassed. The light shining from her eyes was more intense than anything he had ever encountered. It was the cutest and sexiest thing David had ever whitnessed. Then her smile faded and the sunlight shining through the large window began to engulph her. Whiteness surrounded her and David's eyes began to ache. "Are you okay?" David heard a girl's voice say. Then a loud alarm which sounded as if it were a firetruck screeched into David's ears. David awoke, his eyes clouded and his underware was surprisingly dry. David smacked the alarm clock which read 11:14am. He stayed in bed for a few minutes regaining his conciousness and thinking about her, and his life. He struggles with the things that most people might say are no struggle at all, but dispite all of that, David said to himself "Today is the day."

title: Alexa

question: What does the girl with the auburn hair do for a living?

answer: She works in an ice cream shop.

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

question: Why is David so disappointed with himself when he walks away from the girl?

answer: He is so shy that he doesn't even introduce himself to her.

critique: Doesn't mention that he feels that the moment has passed.

critique: The answer should mention that he never sees her again.

critique: The answer should mention that he doesn't even know her name.

critique: The answer should mention that he feels he missed his chance to talk to her.

text: The response should have stopped after mentioning the narrator's shyness.

category: coherence

question: Why is David so shy?

answer: He doesn't know many people.

critique: The answer should mention that David is also shy because he is self-conscious.

critique: This is an accurate answer, but insufficient given the details of his story.

question: What occurrence leads to David's decision at the end of the story?

answer: David has a dream in which he sees a girl with dark auburn hair. He is instantly attracted to her.

critique: "dream in which he sees" - can be reduced to "a dream in which he sees" to make it sound less clunky


text:
Campo Grande Brazil to Santa Cruz Bolivia

John and I started our journey across the Pantanal at 5am, Jan 8. We had bought the bus ticket from CG to Corumba (the Brazilian border town) the day before, so we just grabbed our bags and jumped in a taxi to the bus station. We had done the Brazilian bus thing twice before, so no worries. Great, wide fields passed by our windows on the comfortable but not luxurious Marcopolo model bus. Cows and horses meandered through pastures, while the bus driver picked up hitchhikers along the way. Most were farmers or ranch hands, and it seemed like they were paying for their ride, to the driver or the bus company, we'll never know. The 6 hour bus ride to Corumba ended uneventfully, as the driver pulled into the sunny and dusty bus station. We had a traditional, rural Brazilian lunch: a deep fried ham and cheese hot-pocket-looking thing, as well as a "chicken dick", deep fried chicken wrapped on a skewer in a very phallic shape. We had seen the items before in Rio and São Paulo, but abstained previously. After lunch, we used the dilapidated bathroom for R$1, no toilet seat and trashbins in each stall filled with used toilet paper. The plumbing isn't too developed in Brazil, so you can't flush your TP (but that hasn't stopped us).

After refueling at the bus station, we got in another taxi and directed the driver to the "frontera". He drove along paved and unpaved roads, blasting Cobra Starship's "You Make Me Feel Good", although his driving style made us feel anything but that. He dropped us off at the Brazilian border guard building at around 2pm. In Brazil, you receive a stamp on an entry slip, and you keep that paper until you leave. None of the cars stopped at the border, which seemed odd, but I guess if you have a local license plate you are good to go (all the license plates have the town and province the car is registered to on them). The Brazilian border guard office line took about 1 hour (50 people deep), and John and I were worried we would miss the 4 o'clock afternoon train from Puerto Quijarro to Santa Cruz. We practiced our Spanish a bit on a family behind us, asking when the train leaves Quijarro. 4am they said. If traveling has taught me anything, take what people say with a grain of salt, unless there is tangible evidence around you to back it up. Either people are grossly misinformed, they are trying to scam you, or there has been a miscommunication between the two of you and they are talking about something else. After getting our exit stamp, we rushed out of the sweltering office, took a quick pic on the Bolivian border, and hoofed it to the Bolivian border office, intent on catching the train.

A man solicited us for a taxi ride to the train station, we obliged but said we needed visas first. He directed us to the "correct" side of the 400 sq ft shack. The shack was filled with 4 desks, behind which were as many Bolivian border employees. 3 desks were against one wall, the remaining against the opposite wall. None of the desks had a title above them to indicated their function, and each had a small mountain of paperwork monopolizing most of the top. We waited on the longest line behind the middle desk. We handed over our paperwork, and muchacho número uno tells us we need a copy of our passport, yellow fever vacs, and Mastercards. He points to the non-existent Xerox machine behind him. Confused and feeling rushed to catch the train, we stumble out of the shack and see Bolivia's version of FedexKinkos 500 feet across the border. As we walk over, a "cambio" or forex man asks us if we need some Bolivianos. His rate is reasonably close to the market spot rate, and we trade 10 reals for 30 bolivianos. John and I make our way through the street to FedExKinkos, dodging rubble piles in the streets (these are very popular in Bolivia, as I will detail later). We make copies, and head back to the border shack. It's 3:45pm, and we have only 15 minutes to catch the train. We run into our taxi man, who now seems frustrated, and he hurries us along. We wait online again, only to forget that we didn't make copies of our Mastercards. After another dash across the bombed-out-looking street, and more confusion in the shack, we pay $270 for our 2 visas. It is well past 4pm, and we are hoping that Bolivia is like Brazil, and trains don't run on time. We finally leave the shack and enter the town of Puerto Quijarro, Bolivia.

The sun beats down on the dusty border town, with depressed women working the various shops. Broken fridges are filled with gatorade and Coke. Cars with cracked windshields zoom along the avenues, and moto-taxis wait under awnings for their next fare. Farm stands sell fruits and vegetables that Lonely Planet has told us not to eat. Shady characters walk around, with not much to do. There might have been more trash than pavement on the streets. Quijarro probably has Tijuana and Nuevo Laredo beat for places you don't want to be.

Taxi man takes us to another "cambio", and we lighten our load of reals and dollars for some Bolivianos. This cambio was an old woman, sitting with her friends on the sidewalk. You could tell she was a shark: reading glasses on a chain, calculator in one hand, fanny pack in the other, and very quick to speak. Her rate was not as good as the last. After loading up on the local currency, we go to the train station, hoping the train hasn't left. It hadn't. However, a nice European traveler informs us in English that tickets are sold out for the day. Not wanting to spend the night in this town, we start talking to some Brazilians we saw at the border. They tell us that one of the train station workers is scalping tickets for the train at a healthy 25% profit. Fuck it, we are trying to get out of here. I ask him "Tiene boletas?", but he doesn't seem interested in dealing with gringos. The train departs, us and the Brazilians ticketless. They have the idea of taking a bus, which is cheaper and 6 hours quicker than the train. We follow them to the station. It's 5pm.

This is probably the weirdest, most destitute hub of transport I've seen in my life. Think the equivalent of Grand Central's aborted 2 week old fetus. Shifty characters sit on plastic chairs on the concrete slab floor, protected from the sun by a metal roof. Bus companies have the incompetent slinging tickets from behind counters that are more fit to be lemonade stands. The stands are hand painted, and the tickets hand written. Stray dogs come in and out of the station, searching thru the garbage can in the center for some discarded food. 7 year old girls walk around with trays of cigarettes and candies. A young, hustleresque boy sells refills for prepaid phones. Another cambio declares his purpose every few minutes to the crowd. Drink vendors sling water and sodas out of one-time use styrofoam coolers that were clearly being used their 50th time. There are no prices for drinks, you ask for what you want and you get a quote. I got the quote of 20 bolivianos for two 2 liter bottles of water. Fuck it, I'm thirsty. I don't think I saw a content face in that crowd.

The Brazilians helped us buy tickets for the 730 to Santa Cruz. An 8 hour ride we were told. We killed two hours in the station as the sun went down, and painfully handed over our bags to the bus company to be stored under the bus. Seems like my Canon camera found its way into a local's hands. The bus ride was harrowing; the driver straddled the center line, used the inside lane for curves, and overcorrected just about every turn of the wheel he made. We finally made it to Santa Cruz at 4am, checked into our hotel and passed out.

title: Campo Grande to Santa Cruz

question: What does the story say about South American jungle diseases?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the story does not mention any jungle diseases.

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

text: The article mentions the necessity of yellow fever vaccines.

category: accuracy


text:
# The Run -- By MagicalDaveGuy

They had long escaped the far reaching echos of shouting guards through the streets and outpaced the speeder teams through the derelict and cratered slums at the edges of San Francisco, but they still ran, armour thudding on the cracked and abandoned tarmac with every long stride. It began to rain, mud began to fill the cracks in the road and every step was accompanied by a splash until at long last the pair had reached their destination. It was once a grand hotel, dozens of stories tall, but the war had seen an end to it, with most of the windows blown out and boarded up, the place was abandoned, a dying steel and stone skyscraper. The two entered the wounded behemoth with a careful tread. They clomped up the stairwell, boots grinding against the concrete until they reached a large door labeled, "Floor Twenty Nine". The taller of the two raised a gauntleted fist to the door and it clicked open. They stepped through the doorway and the door clicked behind them. The room was black from the overcast sky, and the shadows of the building, and the black marble of the ceiling and the floor. Faint lights flickered from a bank of computers in the corner, and their boots clinked on the ground as they turned to face each other. Their armour was matte black, both illuminated by sets of colored streaks. One red, one blue.

*****

   The armoured figure illuminated in blue dropped to their knee, head bowed before their partner. The taller shadowrunner in red gently grasped the helmet of their partner and disengaged the EV seals with a faint pop-hiss. They tugged the helm off and placed it on the ground, letting their partner breathe unfiltered air once more. She looked up at him, impassive face lit blue in the darkness, eyes smiling up at the faceless visor. She didn't look like an assassin, a mercenary or a wanted criminal, but more like an artist, or a singer. That didn't change the facts. Blonde hair skittering over her armour, she grabbed her partners hand and lifted herself up as the other knelt down. Gauntlets enclosed the helmet and the seals cracked open, and she slid the helmet off carefully. He looked up at her with dark eyes and a look of calm on his face before lifting himself off the ground to meet her. He had the look of a man saddened by tragedy, harrowed and heavy, looking like a surgeon instead of a murderer, a spy and a shadowrunner. He turned around, arms out from his sides and she slipped his and her gauntlets off, revealing the pale skin underneath. She worked on his armour, working past clips and velcro straps, fingers dancing over his muscles through his skinsuit before finally loosening the plating on his arms enough to slide off. She tapped his shoulder and turned around, letting him reciprocate her efforts. He went about the task almost reverently, leaving no room for force or frustration, like it was a practised art.

*****

   As he set the plates on the ground she turned around, beginning to drop to her knees. She unstrapped his boots and pulled them off, turning her attention to the black plates covering his legs. Each lace was tied in a delicate but strong knot, and her hands traced over the familiar ground undoing each string with a rapid precision, tearing off velcro and gingerly setting each piece on the marble floor. She finished her work on the other leg and stood up.

*****

   "Take off my chestplate." He said, voice quiet but strong, reverberating through the wide open chamber.
She looked at him, but said nothing as her fingers clicked over the studs securing the armour together. It popped and the rigid plates went slack, slipping off over the shadowrunner's head. His companion looked at him confused for a moment, then realized why he had done it. As he went to work on finishing removing her plating she stood in honour and wonder. He had made himself vulnerable, made himself lesser than another, and willingly. He trusted her with his life.

*****

As the last plate clinked on the ground, he walked off to the computer to finish their work. She stood at the edge of the building, thinking about him and what they had accomplished that day, thinking about the dozens they had killed and the dozens they were to kill.
She looked out at the ocean, towards the storm that was coming in.

title: The Run

question: What does the undressing represent in the story?

answer: The undressing represents trust. The man trusts the woman enough to make himself vulnerable.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The undressing represents the fact that the two are about to kill someone.

critique: It's omitted that the woman trusts the man enough to make herself vulnerable.

critique: It's omitted that the story may also be about intimacy.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The story does not mention that the man trusts the woman enough to make himself vulnerable.

question: Are the characters described in the story 'good guys'?

answer: They are not good guys, they are assassins and mercenaries.

critique: The answer is too certain, the question is too vague.

text: The question can't be answered. The answer could also be "No Answer" or "That information can't be found."

question: How do colors represent the characters in the story?

answer: Red for male and blue for female.

critique: The answer should mention that the colors are the characters' armor.

question: What are the meanings behind the character's names?

answer: MagicalDaveGuy is the author of the story.

critique: The answer does not explain the meaning of the names.


text:
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3.  REASONS WHY YOU SHOULD PURSUE YOUR BUSINESS AND KEEP YOUR JOB TOO

Most of us wakeup each morning and get ready to go to a job that if we were asked “do you enjoy what you do?” Most probably the answer would be “no really”.  Perhaps it is the way many of us where brought up.  _"Find a job and make a living".  "Passion will not bring food to the table"_.  Dreams can always be pursued later... right?
INTERTWINED CYCLE OF JOB VS DREAM

The majority of millennials are a legacy or offsprings of the previous regime... in South Africa that is, and probably in many other parts of the world where colonialism and slavery reigned for many centuries.  The cycle there was that you were expected to join the workforce, for many, immediately after completing secondary education.  There was no time to think, plan or strategise on “making your own dreams come true” but those dreams were there.  Today many who are working in government did not want to be there, but circumstances propelled them to. Family expectations... the system.  Many of those dreams lay motionless in notebooks, in distant thoughts and were drowned on weekends in bottles of beer or wine. The “job” mattered. The “salary” and the activity of “waking up and doing something” is what this world has been built on.  Not for our benefit however, but for those who control the economy and yes, money.

SURVIVING THE “BAD DREAM”

Some have made it fashionable and even interesting to spend their biggest chunk of their daily time, by dressing up, having flashy hairstyles, makeup and catching a nice morning cappuccino from Mugg and bean or Starbucks.  So this makes them look forward to going back to the same stuff they do everyday... small chats in the kitchen or passage ways, starring at the screen -  scrapping off words to write a report, planning meetings and corporate events, presentations and those dreaded phone calls to clients. Counting days to the next pay-check.  Shopping online during breaks and social media pages.  So the dream lies asleep in their minds whilst they keep up an appearance that their current reality is actually interesting.

DECIDING TO PURSUE YOUR DREAM

It is no secrete that perhaps more than 50% of employees have their own “ideal” careers and its usually something to do with a business idea.  Due to the buzz and rush of office work, home time and social events, time is always never enough.  However, a few individuals do manage to pursue those underlying suppressed business ideas... by swifting through the maze and finding time to work and invest in their dreams

HOW YOU CAN WORK AND DEVELOP YOUR BUSINESS?

1. BE PREPARED TO WORK LONG HOURS
Over and above your 8-5 hours, you will need an extra 3 or 4 hours to invest in your business. The benefit here is that after working hours, no one will accuse you of using “company time” but perhaps company resources like the “internet” and occasionally the “telephone line” may not be such a bad thing. Remember you’re building a start- up with no resources initially.

2. WEEKENDS ARE NON EXISTENT
If this dream of yours is big enough, then you will come to realise that the weekend is the only time you have to do your business work. This could be meeting with clients, doing the actual work (once you start getting some) and investing in improving your business operations.

3. TIME MANAGEMENT
You don’t want to be accused of slacking at your day job even though you’re building your ideal career with your business. So managing your time and concentration, diving your tasks accordingly will ensure that you give both careers the attention they deserve

4. RELINQUISH YOUR SOCIAL LIFE
Friends, family, colleagues, events, outings... will have to be minimised.  Remember you have very little time to spare. Your boss still expects all his expectations of you to be met, you also want to see your dream come alive... somethings got to give.

5. HAVE STAYING POWER
That tenacity and keeping your eyes on the ball will ensure that you continue to pay your bills, eat and cover your petrol every month whilst the prospects of earning that extra income from doing something you love begin to unfold.

KEEP YOUR JOB, GROW YOUR BUSINESS
It might go on for a few more years and it will get harder as you get more clients.  But the lesson here is, perhaps the notion of “quitting” may not always be best... sometimes you need the security that you have had with what comes with a secure income stream, medical aid and life covers.  The banks will always consider that profile for lending or credit over your business profile. Keeping both could actually mean you nurture and grow your dream by not only using the advantages mentioned above,  but also the learnings you would have gained from the corporate environment.

Negotiating and networking, administration, presentations, preparing for meetings, systems, organisational planning etc are some skills you would need when your business begins to expand.  When you would have employees and perhaps an office of your own.  It is the hardest thing to do, draining too, but until your business is stable and can run itself... rather keep your job and grow your business. You get to have your cake and eat it.

question: What does the text say about how to ask for a salary increase?

answer: No answer

critique: The text does not say anything about how to ask for a salary increase.

question: What does the text say about the majority of millennials from South Africa and many other parts of the world?

answer: The majority of millennials are a legacy or offspring of the previous regime. The cycle there was that you were expected to join the workforce, for many, immediately after completing secondary education. There was no time to think, plan, or strategize on "making your own dreams come true" but those dreams were there. Today many who are working in government did not want to be there, but circumstances propelled them to. Family expectations... the system. Many of those dreams lay motionless in notebooks, in distant thoughts, and were drowned on weekends in bottles of beer or wine. The "job" mattered. The "salary" and the activity of "waking up and doing something" is what this world has been built on. Not for our benefit however, but for those who control the economy and yes, money.

critique: The answer should mention that this is the reason many millennials aren't pursuing their dreams.

critique: The answer is a summary of the entire text.

critique: This is a summary of the text, not an answer to the question.

critique: The previous regime is the result of apartheid in South Africa.

critique: The last two sentences are not relevant.

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

text: The answer quotes the related section of the text instead of expressing the gist of it.

category: other

category_text: Style

question: What does the text say about surviving the "bad dream" and pursuing "the dream"?

answer: The author says that most people wake up each morning and go to a job they do not enjoy. They say that most people do not have time to pursue their dreams, and that the system does not allow them to pursue their dreams. The author says that the "job" matters more than the "dream" and that the "dream" is drowned in alcohol on weekends.

critique: The answer should mention the author's advice for pursuing the dream.

critique: The specific example of how the dream is drowned in alcohol is false.

critique: The answer is incorrect in that it is not stated that the "dream" is drowned in alcohol on weekends.

critique: The answer omits that the author says that most people do not have time to pursue their dreams.

critique: The answer is missing the part about the "bad dream".

critique: The response misses to mention that the author says that the "job" matters more than the "dream" and that the "dream" is drowned in alcohol on weekends.

question: What does the text say about how to work and develop a business at the same time?

answer: The author suggests that one should be prepared to work long hours. Weekends are non-existent for those who want to pursue their dreams. One should also manage their time and concentration. One should also relinquish their social life. One should also have staying power.

critique: The answer could include more details about how to manage time and concentration.

critique: These are the primary demands the author discusses, not how to balance two jobs.

critique: The answer should mention that the author recommends keeping one's job.

critique: The answer should mention the advantages of keeping your job.

critique: The question asks how to work and develop a business at the same time, but the answer only describes the author's advice for how to pursue a business.

critique: The answer should mention that one should keep their job.

critique: The answer omits the author's final point about keeping one's job while growing one's business.


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Your kitchen remodel is a perfect opportunity to fix those pesky annoyances in your current kitchen. When moving into a home or apartment with an older kitchen, you may find a poor design that may prevent you from using your kitchen in an efficient and seamless way. While it may be tempting to simply recreate the current kitchen design with new cabinetry, countertops, and appliances, making more substantive design changes can save you a lot of time and a lot of headaches. Here are five common kitchen design problems to fix during your remodel.

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Poor Kitchen Workflow

Your kitchen should be designed in a way that promotes a simple, seamless workflow. Your kitchen should be designed intuitively, with you and your working habits in mind. However, if you move into a space with an older kitchen, particularly a kitchen that hasn’t been adequately planned, you may find that the design is not conducive to a proper workflow. If you find yourself constantly running from one end of the kitchen to another while prepping and cooking, your kitchen may be poorly planned.

One common way that designers structure a kitchen for proper workflow is to use the kitchen triangle format, which facilitates easy movement between the three main work areas: the sink area, the stove area, and the refrigerator area. A newer approach, however, is to design your kitchen around these zones, taking not only movement but also storage and the placement of commonly used items in mind.

Not Enough Countertop Space

A lack of countertop space is probably the biggest headache that a homeowner can have. What use is the kitchen if there’s very little space to work? When remodeling your kitchen, ensuring that there will be ample countertop space is absolutely important.

If you’re working with a reputable kitchen designer, they more than likely will follow guidelines that dictate the minimum amount of countertop space that is necessary between and around appliances. For example, having about 15″ of countertop space near your refrigerator is convenient for unpacking groceries and taking out ingredients to begin your food prep. Having even more countertop space around your stove is important because you want to minimize the amount of time spent holding a scalding hot pot, for example.

When working with your kitchen designer, be sure to have a discussion about the ways in which you use your kitchen so that they can ensure that you have enough countertop space to work with. If you’re designing your kitchen yourself, be sure to do research on the NKBA standards for countertop space.

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Lack of Storage Space

Proper storage space is extremely important in your kitchen, regardless of the size. Small kitchens tend to suffer more from lack of storage, because there’s simply less space to place things. However, larger kitchens can suffer from the same issue if there’s more cookware, dishware, and small appliances to be stored. Choosing the right types of cabinets and strategically placing them in your kitchen can help.

Deep drawer cabinets, corner lazy susan cabinets, and appliance garages all help to maximize storage space by making smart use of the space that already exists. Deep drawer cabinets can comfortably hold pots and pans and dishware in a way that regular cabinets can’t.

Corner spaces are prime real estate in your kitchen, because it provides for storage in a space that can easily be overlooked or ignored. A lazy susan with rotating shelf can help making great use of the corners of your kitchen, and are great for storing pots and pans, small appliances, dishware, or anything you’d like. Appliance garages are also a smart move, because they make use of vertical space between your countertop and wall cabinet that may otherwise be left empty. They’re also great for neatly hiding small appliances out of sight, rather than keeping them out on the countertop.

Planning your kitchen by properly placing storage space around your main work areas – the sink, stove, and refrigerator – is a great way to efficiently optimize your kitchen storage space.

Insufficient Lighting

One of the worst kitchen crimes is having insufficient or improper lighting. Not only does it detract from your kitchen’s aesthetics, but it can also be dangerous. Using knives and flames and appliances in a room where you can’t properly see can certainly lead to accidents, especially if there are elderly people or children using the kitchen. A thoroughly and brightly lit kitchen is a safe kitchen.

Kitchen designers will tell you that the best way to light your kitchen is to utilize the proper combination of ambient, task, and accent lighting. Ambient lighting, usually in the form of recessed or other ceiling lights, is the light that illuminates the entire kitchen space. This is probably the type of kitchen lighting that you already have. However, during your remodel, you’ll want to add additional lighting to create a better-lit space.

While accent lighting is mainly used for aesthetic purposes, task lighting can be very important for safety. Task lighting is placed directly above your main work spaces to ensure that while you’re chopping vegetables or prepping food with small appliances, you can see exactly what you’re doing. This will help to prevent unnecessary accidents.

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Unsightly, Poorly Placed Garbage Bins

It can be quite annoying to have your garbage bin propped up in the corner of your kitchen, particularly because they tend to be a source of unpleasant odors. It can also be annoying to have to constantly walk your garbage over to the corner of your kitchen.

A great solution to this problem is incorporating an under-cabinet pull-out garbage system into your kitchen. This will keep your garbage out of sight and secured within a base cabinet. This is particularly great news for people with pets that somehow find themselves rummaging through the garbage bin.

These systems also usually come with two garbage bins, one for regular garbage and one for recyclables, and are easily installed. Placing your pull-out garbage within your prep zone (located near your sink) is the best way to create an efficient and seamless kitchen experience.

question: Summarize the main points of the article.

answer: The article is about common kitchen design problems and how to fix them. The first problem is poor kitchen workflow, which is solved by using the kitchen triangle format. The second problem is not enough countertop space, which can be solved by following the NKBA standards for countertop space. The third problem is lack of storage space, which can be solved by using deep drawer cabinets, corner lazy susan cabinets, and appliance garages. The fourth problem is insufficient lighting, which can be solved by using proper lighting. The fifth problem is an unsightly, poorly placed garbage bin, which can be solved by using an under-cabinet pull-out garbage system.

critique: The article does not mention the fifth problem.

critique: The article does not mention a fifth problem.

critique: The article mentions the fifth problem but doesn't provide a solution.

critique: Unnecessary repetition of the statement about the NKBA standards for countertops.

critique: The article does not mention the kitchen triangle format.

question: What does the article say about fixing a lack of storage space?

answer: The article says that proper storage space is necessary, regardless of the size of your kitchen. The author lists a few different ways to make the most of the space possible, including deep drawers, corner lazy susan cabinets, and appliance garages. The article also suggests planning your kitchen around the space around the sink, stove, and refrigerator to maximize space.

critique: The article doesn't suggest planning your kitchen around the space around the sink, stove, and refrigerator to maximize space.

critique: The text also recommends making use of the space between your countertop and wall cabinet.

critique: The article also discusses the right combination of ambient, task, and accent lighting.

critique: The answer should mention the NKBA standards.

critique: The article also suggests proper lighting.

critique: The answer should mention that the author suggests using the space around the sink, stove, and refrigerator to maximize space.

critique: The answer should mention that the article also suggests using under-cabinet pull-out garbage systems.

critique: "including deep drawers, corner lazy susan cabinets, and appliance garages." - missing quotation marks.

text: It is omitted that corner spaces provide for storage in a space that can easily be overlooked or ignored.

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question: Summarize the article's description of good lighting.

answer: Good lighting is one of the best ways to make sure your kitchen is reliably safe. Ambient lighting, particularly as accessory to look out on the whole space. Accent lighting changes the look of your place and aids in illuminating work surfaces. Task lighting, directly above working areas to make sure you can see while you work.

critique: The article does not mention that the lighting is an accessory to look out on the whole space.

critique: The article does not mention that accent lighting changes the look of your place.

critique: The article doesn't mention that accent lighting changes the look of your place.

critique: It is mentioned that you should use a combination of ambient, task, and accent lighting.

critique: The answer should mention the three types of lighting.

critique: The article doesn't say anything about task lighting changing the look of your place.

critique: The answer should mention the importance of having a combination of all three types of lighting.

question: What does the article say about the role of homeowners associations in remodeling?

answer: No answer

critique: The article does not mention anything about the role of homeowners associations in remodeling.


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[hospitality technology]

In this age of instant information, technology has become a necessity for the hospitality industry. Guests want instant information with regard to room availability, rates, reviews, hotel facilities etc literally at their fingertips, a.k.a their SmartPhones. To keep up with their guests requirements, hotels need to ensure that they substantially increase their hotel tech spending.

According to HT 2016’s Lodging technology study; hotels across the globe plan to spend 54% more on technology this year with the main priorities being payment and data security, improving technology in the rooms, bandwidth and mobile engagement.

The best news is that this investment is actually beneficial to the hotels in the long haul. The technological trends shall enable to the hotels to make great improvements as well as savings for their property.

TOP TECHNOLOGICAL TRENDS:

INCREASED FOCUS ON PAYMENT AND DATA SECURITY
With cyber crime increasing and evolving at an alarming rate, hotels are ensuring that they invest heavily in payment and data security. As compared to 2015, hotels intend to increase their budget in this particular aspect by 25%. Hotels want to assure their guests that they have secure payment gateways for any online and mobile transactions as well as sophisticated online security to safeguard personal information about their guests.

INTRODUCING ‘SMART’ ROOMS AND FACILITIES
Flat screen TVs, wireless chargers, docking stations, automated lighting and temperature control… these are the demands of the millennial traveller. They want the rooms as well as the conference facilities of the hotel to be technologically savvy. This is why according to 2016 Lodging Technology Study, 22% hotels’ are allocating capital to Room Control Devices and 16% to Smart TVs.

The Pottinger Hotel in Hong Kong goes the extra mile and provides a Smartphone in all their rooms with free mobile data and IDD calls to selected countries. Guests can use the phone to navigate across the city during their stay at the hotel, and the phone also has details about certain promotions for their guests as well as local details about the city.

UPGRADING BANDWIDTH
According to HTNG’s Blake, the biggest priority for a guest is that the hotel’s WiFi should work efficiently and be free. The bandwidth needs to support; the multiple tech devices of the guest in the room as well as across the property, ‘Smart’ room facilities, tech savvy conference gadgets, hotel’s management system and so on.

Globally, hotels are improving their property’s bandwidth so that their guests can use the internet whether for business or pleasure without any hiccups.

MOBILE INTEGRATION
As mentioned in our previous blog – How mobile devices are influencing the future of hospitality, mobile devices and smart phones are part of the complete hotel experience, right from making reservations to checking out.
At Starwood, Hilton and Marriot hotels, guests can use their Smartphone’s as mobile keys to open their hotel room doors and to access guest-only areas. At Virgin Hotel in Chicago, guests can use them to control room temperatures and lighting, and as the TV remote control.

Latest trends include mobile kiosks for check in and check outs, as well as offering concierge in the pocket, where guests can access local information via the hotels app.

MOBILE ENGAGEMENT
Mobile engagement is extremely underutilised and has great potential for hotels to increase their revenues. Hotels can use data from their guest’s Smartphones to offer special offers to them as well as upsell the various points of sales at the hotel.

Mobile engagement enables hotels to provide a personalised experience for their guests by being updated of their preferences and creating special packages as per their taste.

Starwood hotels are using Bluetooth enabled beacons to create personalised experiences, they place beacons near the entrance of their properties, so that as soon as guests enter the hotel, the concierge can greet them by their names.

Technology is forever changing and it may not always be possible for hotels to stay ahead but they should attempt to walk hand in hand with the latest trends. Integrating some of the above trends shall enable hotels to be easily accessible online, upsell their various points of sales, offer personalised service thus resulting in guest loyalty, reduce their carbon footprint by having more e-options rather than printed collateral, and much more, all resulting in better profitability for their property. It’s a complete win-win situation.

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question: Summarize the focus on payment and data security.

answer: The author feels that technology is a great way to improve the underlying infrastructure of a business in general. This can be done through increased spending on data security and payment gateways. Hotels must also step up their online security and ensure that guests do not disclose sensitive information as cybercriminal activity is on the rise. Hotels must also create secure payment gateways for online and mobile transactions on their platforms.

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

critique: The answer is irrelevant to the question.

critique: The author is not expressing an opinion on technology improving infrastructure.

critique: The author is not the one talking about the security.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: The author does not feel that technology is a great way to improve the underlying infrastructure of a business in general. This can be done through increased spending on data security and payment gateways. Hotels must also step up their online security and ensure that guests do not disclose sensitive information as cybercriminal activity is on the rise. Hotels must also create secure payment gateways for online and mobile transactions on their platforms.

critique: This is irrelevant to the question. It should be omitted.

critique: The author's feelings are irrelevant to the question.

text: The text doesn't state that cybercriminal activity is on the rise.

question: Summarize smart rooms in hotels.

answer: Smart rooms are rooms that have certain facilities that are automated. This includes flat screen TVs, wireless chargers, docking stations, automated lighting, and temperature control. The Pottinger Hotel in Hong Kong provides a Smartphone in all their rooms with free mobile data and IDD calls to selected countries. Guests can use the phone to navigate across the city during their stay at the hotel, and the phone also has details about certain promotions for their guests as well as local details about the city.

critique: The answer should mention that the phone can be used as a TV remote.

critique: The answer omits the mobile experience provided by the phones.

critique: The answer should mention the mobile integration.

critique: The answer is not a summary of the article.

question: Summarize the concerns with bandwidth.

answer: The biggest concern with bandwidth is that it needs to support the multiple tech devices of the guest in the room as well as across the property. The bandwidth needs to support smart room facilities, tech savvy conference gadgets, hotel's management system, and so on. Globally, hotels are improving their property's bandwidth so that their guests can use the internet whether for business or pleasure without any hiccups.

critique: The answer should mention the importance of WiFi.

critique: '... so that their guests can use the internet whether for business or pleasure without any hiccups.' is unnecessary.

critique: The hotel and hotel technology are irrelevant.

critique: The answer omits the concern about WiFi.

critique: It is omitted that the bandwidth should support the guest's multiple tech devices.

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

critique: The answer should mention that the bandwidth needs to support the multiple tech devices of the guest in the room as well as across the property.

question: How are mobile devices influencing the future of hospitality?

answer: Mobile devices and smart phones are part of the complete hotel experience, right from making reservations to checking out. Mobile devices are influencing the future of hospitality by providing guests with more ways to experience the hotel.

critique: The author does not explicitly state that mobile devices are influencing the future of hospitality, but the answer is accurate.

critique: The answer should mention the mobile engagement.

critique: The answer omits the ways in which mobile devices are used.

critique: The passage also provides some more details on specific ways mobile devices could impact hospitality.

text: The answer should mention that mobile devices enable instant access to information and a concierge-in-the-pocket.


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**Out of Time**

*968 Words*

Harper Welles pushed through the heavy crowd along Hyde-Pierce Promenade in the heart of the Blue Zone. He was working against the tide of people like a spawning salmon. The collar of his long canvas coat was turned up to keep the stinging rain off his neck while his mask protected most of his face. Branded in mustard yellow lettering across the area just above the bug-eye lenses was his government assigned Personal ID: W-HG070147-BL-91-937PA.

A beefy hand clothed in a neoprene glove clutched at the shoulder of Harper’s black duster and roughly yanked him into the narrow, dark space between buildings. “Well lookie here, Flick. We got us a young one from Sector 91.  A little far from home aren’t you? Do your Matri and Patri know where you are, offspring?” The words came out stark and unencumbered. Harper just stared at the mountainous man with missing teeth and a face peppered with small glistening acne-like sores. He had heard about those who had acclimated to the ruinous, lung-biting atmosphere but their life expectancy was considerably shorter.

“He’s a good one, Bull,” said the shorter of the two. His words sounded normal, muffled. Flick’s government PID had been shaved off his mask. Shit, Harper thought, Unknowns. “I wonder if he makes noise,” Flick continued and poked Harper lightly with a slender metal rod.

“Yeah, offspring. I asked you a question. You a deaf-mute or something?” Harper, still surprised into silence, blinked as Bull effortlessly lifted him from his feet.  “Let’s give this one some flying lessons, Flick.”  The landscape tilted and rotated as he felt himself sail through the air.  He watched the slice of dirty orange haze outside the alley until he hit the back wall and fell onto a pile of debris, his mask jarred loose from his head.  The cardboard and trash collapsed beneath him like a sink hole and Harper disappeared through it.

The landing on his back was a hard one and forced all the air out of his lungs. He kept his eyes squeezed closed bracing for a second attack from the pair of Unknowns. At the same time Harper was afraid to breathe in without his mask. His ears were ringing by the time reflexes took over and he gulped air into his lungs. Sweet, cool, soothing, unexpected air.

His eyes sprang open and like Dorothy stepping into Munchkin Land, Harper was faced with an equally alien landscape. He slid up the alley wall to a standing position, eyes darting. The orange dinge had been replaced with lapis blue skies and the poisoned atmosphere was gone. Harper filled his lungs again, deeply. No burn. No choking. Just pure, perfumed, smooth air.

Bull and Flick, along with the rest of the scurrying populace had vanished. Only a few unmasked individuals dotted the walkway beyond the alley, moving at a leisurely, unguarded pace. Bright unfiltered sunlight bathed the relatively clean concrete and macadam. Near the mouth of the short alley was the entrance to what purported to be the Grand Grocery Co. Loosely hand lettered on the glass doors were the words “WE’RE OPEN. COME IN!” After looking around for a moment longer, Harper complied with the directive.

Before poking his head inside, he ran his hand over the door frame in a caressing motion. Wood. He had never seen this much wood. A whole building constructed from it, the proprietor must be a very wealthy man.  The floors creaked under his footsteps despite his stepping reverently to avoid damage. He was assaulted with a wall of smells. Fresh, sweet, earthy and grassy smells. He was amazed by the pyramids of fruits and abundance of vegetable stacked with abandon in heavy crate-like bins. Fruit and veg right from the tree and soil.

“Son?” An older man in a shoulder-to-shin white apron stood at the front window where he had been stacking round orange-skinned foods for display. “Can I help you? Are you feeling all right? You don’t look well.” The shopkeeper was alarmed by the boy’s extremely pale and unhealthy appearance.

“I was attacked by a couple of…” He stopped himself before the word “Unknowns” came out.

“You’re not local, are you, son?” Harper shook his head in answer to the old man’s question.  He has no idea how much an understatement that is, Harper thought. “Take a seat.  There’s a chair over behind the counter.”  The old man steered the black-coated young man over towards the counter with a kind hand on his back.  "I saw you eyein’ those oranges.  Would you like one?”

Harper nodded this time. He was disarmed by the kindness the man showed.  The world—or time—he came from was a desperate, untrusting place and period. His own family unit, if he had still belonged to one, would not have shown caring of this level. The man in the apron returned with two oranges and Harper sunk his teeth deeply into one.

“Hang on there, son. Those ain’t apples. You gotta peel these.  Here, let me show you.”  The shopkeeper removed the thick bumpy skin in big chunks revealing tender succulent wedges.  The boy popped one in his mouth and bit down. Juice as fresh and welcomed as the air and sun outside the shop filled his mouth.  He greedily shoved two more sections in at the same time. Juice leaked from the corners of his mouth while tears ran down his cheeks mixing with the nectar. He wept as the old man—a stranger to him—stroked the boy’s back with gentle compassion.  Harper Garrett Welles had no idea how he would ever find his way back to where or when he came from. He desperately hoped that he never would.

title: I've written a few short stories but this is my first foray into Science-Fiction. Feedback welcomed.

question: Summarize Harper's movements over the course of the story.

answer: Harper is pushed into a narrow, dark space between buildings and then flung through the air by Bull. Harper lands, hard, on his back. He slides up the alley wall and into the blue skies, filled with clean air and devoid of the poisonous atmosphere. The landscape has changed; Harper heads to the entrance of the Grand Grocery Co.

critique: "The landscape has changed" is somewhat suspicious, unexplained.

critique: The answer omits Harper's movements after he enters the grocery store.

critique: Harper does not head to the entrance of the Grand Grocery Co.

critique: Harper doesn't fly into the sky. He's flung through an alley.

critique: The answer should mention that Harper enters the grocery store.

question: Summarize the instances in the story where Harper is in danger.

answer: One of the Unknowns pins Harper up against a wall, leaving him open for an attack. This attack occurs as soon as he meets the Unknowns. Another Unknown, Bull, tosses Harper through the air, and Harper is afraid the Unknowns might continue their assault.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: The answer does not mention the poisoned atmosphere.

question: What does the story say about the cause of the apocalypse?

answer: No answer

critique: The story does not mention the cause of the apocalypse.

critique: The answer should mention that the story doesn't mention the cause of the apocalypse.


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question: Summarize where and why this advertisement has been placed.

answer: The advertisement is placed in a magazine. It is likely that the advertisement is placed in a magazine that is focused on home and garden. The advertisement is likely placed in a magazine that is focused on home and garden because the advertisement is for a ceramic storage jar.

critique: The article does not mention where the advertisement is placed.

critique: The answer is made up. There is no evidence to suggest that the advertisement is placed in a magazine that is focused on home and garden.

critique: The advertisement is not placed in a magazine.

critique: The passage doesn't mention the magazine being focused on home and garden.

critique: The answer is completely made up. There is no home and garden magazine mentioned in the passage.

critique: The information about the publication of the advertisement is likely inaccurate.


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     The darkness engulfed my room as if I had suddenly gone blind for no reason. It was calm, and quiet. Nothing but the sound of the fan cooling me from the opposite end of the room. The fan was soothing for some reason. Like a glass of warm milk after a nightmare. It calmed me, and the cool breeze from its blades made it easier to sleep. I had a long day ahead of me tomorrow. The last day of school was finally in my grasp, and I was more excited than ever for summer. I had fallen asleep almost instantly.
     I usually never dreamt but tonight was different. I found the dream to take me to an airplane cockpit. There was a pilot and a man in a jumpsuit standing next to it. "Ready to jump?" the man shouted as he opened the plane door. A gust of wind flooded into the cockpit. "Remember, pull the blue chord, then the red chord!" he shouted at me. I nodded with an understanding of what to do. "Ready, JUMP!" the man shouted as he leaped out of the plane. I hesitated looking at the long drop below me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes; I jumped.
       The wind pounded against my face as if someone had placed a jet engine in front of me. It stung my skin as it pounded against my mouth, nose, and eyes. It was horrific and terrifying.
     The man was no where to be seen. I panicked and decided to pull my parachute. I pulled the blue chord; nothing. I pulled the red chord; nothing. My parachute hadn't deployed. I began to freak out; my parachuted hadn't deployed and I was falling at around a hundred miles per hour towards solid ground. I was going to die. I frantically began looking over my jumpsuit for something that could possibly break my fall and save my life. A backup parachute perhaps. I remembered in lots of movies that the one who's parachute didn't deploy always had a backup parachute. I scoured my jumpsuit for something of such nature. I spotted a small handle with the inscription "emergency" on it. This had to be it. I frantically pulled it and a small parachute burst put of my suit. I was saved for the moment, but my trouble was not over. The chords that connected me to the parachute began to snap and break off. The parachute quickly disattached itself from my suit and flew away. I was falling again, and I was going to die for real this time. I looked down; the ground drew closer and closer by the second. I closed my eyes and prayed. When I opened them the ground was unimaginably close. Then everything went dark.
     "Wake up, you can't fall asleep on your last day of school," a voice said. I looked up to see Mr. Manson; my math teacher. I was in math class, drooling on my desk; oblivious to the world around me. I was at school; I was safe. I breathed a sigh of relief and sat up. It was time to learn and not sleep.
     The school intercom sounded; "Lockdown, I repeat this is not a drill, lockdown now!" Mr. Manson rushed everyone to get under their desks while he went under his. "Open up!" a strange voice shouted from outside the door. No one moved a muscle. The door then burst open with a cloud of smoke and fire. My ears were ringing so loud I could not hear anything. The man was shooting a machine gun into the room. I threw myself onto the ground in an attempt to save my life. The firing stopped as did the ringing in my ears. The man left the room. Cautiously I creeped from off the floor and looked around. "Hello?" I said with caution. There was no answer. I had stepped out of one nightmare and into another.
     Usually in a dream one could have control of the actions around them as if they were like a god, but this was no dream, this was a nightmare, and in nightmares, you're powerless. You can't even control your breathing. In this nightmare that man with the gun was the god of my subconscious. He decided who I was and what I did until he decided when the nightmare should be over. I had to find a way out.
     I frantically looked around the room for something to defend myself with. A pair of scissors or a small knife. I scoured the room. When I looked in the teacher's desk I found a gem: A 9mm pistol. I grabbed the pistol and looked outside the classroom door. The coast was clear. I ran for the next room; pistol ready.
     Everyone in the next few rooms were dead. Was I the only one left? Was I going to die here? Is the world like "A Nightmare on Elm Street" where if you die in your dreams you die for real? I prayed it wasn't. I continued down the stairs.
     Down the stairs was the man. He had just shot the janitor and a student. I had never met either of them, but my pity for them grew. I raised my gun to shoot the man. I cocked the gun. I began to sweat uncontrollably. I was about to kill another human being. I was about to take another person's life. I had to, it would set me free from this awful nightmare forever. I turned the safety off and pulled the trigger. 'Click;' nothing had happened. I began to panic. What if the man had heard the click? Was he going to turn around and shoot me instead? I prayed that was not the answer; it was. The man snapped around and pulled the trigger.
     I jolted awake covered in sweat and panting from the terrible nightmare. It was still dark in my room. I could only hear and feel the cold breeze from the fan on the opposite end of the room. I glanced at the clock which read one-thirty in the morning. I had five and a half hours until I had to go to school. Sleep alluded me for the time. I had just plugged in my headphones and watched the sun rise. Today was the last day of school, and I prayed the dream hadn't come true.

title: Nightmare (first real story; advice appreciated)

question: Summarize the negative events of this story.

answer: The narrator experiences a random blackout. When they wake up, they find themselves in a dream, in what appears to be an airplane with another man. The man offers to jump and the narrator jumps. The parachute does not open, and the narrator freaks out, jumping again and green into the other parachute. They realize the chute has become detached, and they float down to the ground. They look down and close their eyes in prayer. When they open them, they are in math class, but under the desks with teacher. The gun fires and the narrator feels pain.

critique: The narrator is not in an airplane with another man.

critique: There is no mention of the narrator in an airplane

critique: The first sentence doesn't make any sense

critique: "The man offers to jump and the narrator jumps. The parachute does not open, and the narrator freaks out, jumping again and green into the other parachute. They realize the chute has become detached, and they float down to the ground." - this doesn't even happen in the story.

critique: The answer includes trivial information that is not necessary for the question being asked.

critique: The narrator discovers the nightmare is their reality, not just a dream.

critique: The narrator is dreaming about the plane and parachute, not the math class.

critique: "The parachute does not open, and the narrator freaks out, jumping again and green into the other parachute. They realize the chute has become detached, and they float down to the ground. They look down and close their eyes in prayer. When they open them, they are in math class, but under the desks with teacher. The gun fires and the narrator feels pain." - this is inaccurate and should be omitted.

text: Doesn't sufficiently describe that he crashes to the ground after a failed parachute attempt only to wake up to a second dream that there's a lockdown in his school and there's an active shooter who shoots him.

refinement: The narrator experiences a random blackout. When they wake up, they find themselves in a dream, in what appears to be an airplane with another man. The man offers to jump and the narrator jumps. The parachute does not open, and the narrator freaks out, jumping again and green into the other parachute. They realize the chute has become detached, and they float down to the ground. They look down and close their eyes in prayer. When they open them, they are in math class, but under the desks with teacher. The gun fires and the narrator feels pain.

question: Summarize the climax of the story.

answer: In the dream, the narrator drops out of the plane. The parachute doesn't deploy the first time, and then comes the worst part: the ropes connecting her to her parachute break. The narrator hits the ground. The math teacher Mr. Manson walks in after she wakes up. Literally during her flashback she has killed off everyone sleeping elsewhere in the school. Sacrificing herself saves no one.

critique: The narrator doesn't hit the ground, the narrator wakes up.

critique: There is no evidence that the narrator had killed everyone in the school.

critique: The narrator does not kill everyone else in the school.

critique: The narrator and Mr. Manson are in school and are being shot at by a gunman. She wakes up when her parachute fails to open and they rush under their desks.

critique: The narrator does not hit the ground. They dream they are falling to the ground.

critique: The narrator doesn't kill everyone else in the school.

critique: The narrator has killed off everyone in the school; this is false.

critique: The narrator doesn't kill off everyone else in the school.

critique: "The math teacher Mr. Manson walks in after she wakes up. Literally during her flashback she has killed off everyone sleeping elsewhere in the school. Sacrificing herself saves no one." - this is inaccurate and needs to be rewritten.

critique: "After she wakes up" cannot be the narrator's name, as the story's protagonist remains unknown.

critique: The narrator doesn't want to be a killer and is confused about the situation.

critique: This is incorrect. She doesn't hit the ground, and she didn't kill anyone else.

text: The narrator's parachute doesn't open and they crash to the ground. They awake to an active shooter situation in their school where everyone is dead, they attempt to kill the shooter, but are shot themselves.

refinement: In the dream, the narrator drops out of the plane. The parachute doesn't deploy the first time, and then comes the worst part: the ropes connecting her to her parachute break. The narrator hits the ground. The math teacher Mr. Manson walks in after she wakes up. Literally during her flashback she has killed off everyone sleeping elsewhere in the school. Sacrificing herself saves no one.

question: Explain the social commentary in this passage.

answer: The author is making a commentary on gun control and it's effect on society. It seems to be a statement that society is too preoccupied with the presence of guns in the hands of the police and military and the resulting gun violence due to such imbalance.

critique: There is no evidence to suggest that the author is making a commentary on gun control.

critique: The required response is a summary of the whole passage from the end of the first paragraph to the end of the last paragraph, not just the last sentence.

critique: The response is not related to the question.

critique: This is not the social commentary in the passage.

critique: "It seems to be a statement that society is too preoccupied with the presence of guns in the hands of the police and military and the resulting gun violence due to such imbalance." - this is incorrect. There is no mention of gun control in the story.

critique: There is no such commentary in this sentence. The commentary here is the mentioned story is the author's commentary on a person's inner demons.

critique: There is no mention of gun control in this passage.

critique: The text does not mention gun control or the presence of guns in the hands of the police and military.

critique: The author is not making a commentary on gun control.

critique: There is no community; the community is not referred to with the plural of "you".

critique: There is no real evidence that the author is making a commentary on gun control.

critique: The author doesn't give any commentary on gun control in this story.


text:
William Porterfield’s offstump lay uprooted on the floor, wrecked by a ball from Mohammad Amir that swung too much, too late and too quickly. Half an hour into Ireland’s maiden Test innings, their captain trudged off with his country 5-3.

Shortly after the players returned from lunch, Niall O’Brien was pinned on the knee by an in-ducker from Mohammad Abbas. Not yet 50 balls in, Ireland were 7-4. To be at Malahide, on a day in which 109 ex-Irish internationals came to celebrate their momentous achievement in gaining Test status, felt like intruding upon private grief.

Stories of how onerous Test cricket is are more than just old fables. This is a format so exacting that it took New Zealand 44 matches before recording their first win, India 24 and, most recently, Bangladesh 34. Now, Ireland were finding out as much.

Ed Joyce had extended his magnificent career into his 40th year to finally earn a Test cap. He deserved better than for his first innings to be truncated after four balls by an lbw decision when the ball pitched outside legstump. The financial inequities in world cricket are such that Cricket Ireland could not afford the £35,000 the Decision Review System would have cost.

And yet this was also a day that showed what Test cricket means. After Amir’s incisiveness, Abbas’s remorselessness and Shadab Khan’s googlies had pushed Ireland into the desolation of 61-7 - a score that prompted fears that the Test would finish later in the same day, and frenetic googling of the lowest score by a Test nation on debut (84, by South Africa in 1889) - Gary Wilson walked out to bat.

His day began when a ball smashed him on the elbow in the nets. Rather than take the field, as Tim Murtagh bowled immaculately with the second new ball before Pakistan opportunistically declared half an hour before lunch, Wilson was forced to hospital for scans. He prepared for his first Test innings by taking pain-killers to dilute the pain. "It had to be done," he said.

When he entered at number nine, Wilson was in the most pain that he has ever known on a cricket field. He thought that he might only be able to block, but worked out that he could use the pace of the ball to sweep, reverse-sweep and deflect. His stoicism and skill hauled Ireland up from the ignominy of failing to reach triple figures in their maiden Test innings. The standing ovation from many fans when Boyd Rankin edged a ball through the slips to bring up the team’s hundred betrayed how harrowing Ireland’s experience had been. If it could have been so much worse, 130 was still really no sort of score at all.

With 26 overs remaining before the close when Pakistan opted to enforce the follow-on, the thought of what state Ireland’s second innings would be by the day’s end was a chastening one - especially in the split seconds between Joyce edging the third ball of the innings behind and the chance being shelled. Two overs later, Porterfield also edged Amir behind; this time, he was reprieved by third slip.

Yet, for all the fear and foreboding, Joyce unfurled a couple of his picturesque drives, imbued with impeccable purity of timing. Ireland had their first ever half-century stand in Tests to cheer.

With this bucolic ground covered in evening sunshine, Joyce and Porterfield walked off just about able to glimpse the promise that Test cricket won’t always be this brutal.

question: How did Ireland's perspective of the game change by the end of te match?

answer: They were able to score a half-century stand in Tests.

critique: The answer should mention that they were able to score 130 runs, which is not a great score but not as bad as the lowest score by a Test nation on debut.

critique: It would be better to explain what a half-century stand is.

critique: The answer should include the fact that the team was able to score 130, which was a lot better than the lowest score by a Test nation on debut.

critique: The answer does not mention the end of the match.

question: Was Pakistan's performance a testament to their training and expertise in the sport?

answer: Yes.

critique: The article does not make any remarks about Pakistan's performance, so it is not possible to answer this question.

critique: "Yes." While it's clear from the article that Pakistan are skilful, there's no evidence to suggest that it's necessarily because of expertise and training.

question: Was the game described a good game of cricket?

answer: It seems not.

text: It can be argued that it had some excitement as Ireland avoided a historic worst record.

question: Why was Ireland's score so low?

answer: They were playing their first Test match.

critique: The answer is too vague. It should be more specific.

critique: The answer should mention that Ireland's score was low because they were playing against Pakistan.


text:
As I recall, we weren't really there. Our veins were being flooded with wine, beer and unnamed spirits that were named at the time, but I don't remember them. Despite that, everything had slowed down to an even pace. The sun stayed up forever, blinding us from being able to make eye contact across the beer garden table. We only found respite from the glare when we looked down at the black table-top to stub-out our cigarettes into the ashtrays. The flood of booze was raging, but it felt slow. Time limped away. Hours in minutes, it seemed.

We were there for a good while, though. Four hours, I think. We had witnessed the rise and fall of strange men pounding flashing buttons on the bandit. We saw them lose £50 in the space of mere seconds, and we were infuriated. What a waste, we would think. I was annoyed at you, too. At the first sign of a dwindling conversation you took your phone out of your pocket, pretending to text people. Checking the news. The latest status update. Anything to stop you from talking to me.

Outside, with the sun still punishing us, our silences were filled by sniggering at the drunks, already too drunk for this time of day, but we both knew we were no better. You asked to borrow a ciagrette, and then another, and then another, and then you would sigh when I told you I had none left. I wasn't lying, you know. I really didn't have any left. And it was because of you that I didn't.

I stumbled to the shop to buy more cigarettes. One of the strangest feelings in the world is walking around a busy town centre at two in the afternoon drunk, when you know for a fact that every single person around you is sober. They are doing their shopping, taking their kids to the local park, mooching. But your vision is swirling. It's really strange but also kind of liberating. When you see a teenager doing something stupid you feel like you can walk up to him and starting a fight. When you see a police officer you feel like you can approach them and start swearing at them. But you never do. You don't have the spine, or more, your own brain reins you in, telling you you shouldn't. And that's fine, because knowing that you can do if you want, is good enough.

I bought the wrong brand of cigs but that doesn't matter. They're cigs. Besides, they were for you, not me. This is a weird kind of drunk. Being drunk in the day time is different. It's like you're floating everywhere and not walking. There's a strong sense of independence. The spirits and whatever else running through me is probably why I didn't notice the homeless man at first. I took a double-take and walked backwards, back to him. He was on the floor, legs crossed as though he was doing street yoga. He had at least five layers on and a beanie hat despite the temperature reaching twenty. He must have been boiling. Or cold.

The homeless man asked for change. I smiled, but I was careful not to make it a pitiful smile. I gave him a £5 note but in my stupor I would only later realise that I gave him a £20 note instead. But I don't feel bad for that. Money is paper. Paper means a lot to the homeless.

I walked off but he whistled after me. For a second time now, I went back to him. He gestured for me to sit with him, and I did. I don't know why. I thought that I shouldn't because I knew you were waiting for me in the beer garden. Well, waiting for my cigarettes, not waiting for me. So I thought, sod you, you can wait. And you did, but I don't know how long for. The homeless person began rambling. I know it's a stereotype, but he did. He spoke of war, then tigers, then bread. I thought he was mad, but you can't blame him. Who wouldn't be? He spoke of hostels and free beds, but he couldn't stay at them any more. He was banned. Imagine, a homeless person banned from homeless shelters. Where can he go? And that's when he said it: He wanted to die. He could easily do it, but it would only be easy from a literal sense. After all, it isn't hard to kill yourself. What's hard is finding the backbone to go through with it. That's when I pulled my packet of cigarettes out and shared them with him and I thought, I'm not going to share these with my friend when I get back to the beer garden.

It might have been the heat. It might have been the alcohol. It might have been a mixture of the two, which is more likely. Whatever it was, I had an idea. I offered to kill him. That way, he would die like he wanted, but he wouldn't need the backbone to do it. He agreed, but he asked me for another cigarette first. I gave him one, why wouldn't I? It's kind of like his last meal. He told me that he didn't want to know how he was going to die, so I assured him it would be a surprise. I struggled to my feet, the heat was far too intense. I felt the panic of the moment when you realise you're sobering-up, so I went to the shop and bought a large bottle of cider and a small can of vodka and coke. I drank the can really quickly. It nearly came out of my nose. I lit a cigarette and went back to the homeless guy. I told him the cider was for him and he smiled like it was Christmas to a child. He asked me how I was going to kill him. I told him I already did. He looked annoyed but that's okay, he probably knew what I meant deep down.

You know what weird feeling when you're drunk in the middle of the day time and everyone else seems to be sober and the whole thing starts twisting? It's liberating. It's like a weird feeling of independence. On my way back to the pub to get back to you (you must have been waiting forever), I noticed a teenager chasing pigeons and making them fly into the faces of tutting old people. So I ran over to him and punched him square in the face. I felt one my knuckles slice open from a tooth, but I didn't feel the pain of it. The police officer I mentioned was still there, you know. He came over after hearing the commotion and when his eyes locked onto mine, you know what I said to him? I told him to go fuck himself. I laughed, probably a little too loudly, and then looked-up to the sky.

The sun was blazing. Not a cloud to be seen. It was the middle of the day and I felt like I was the only person in the town centre who was drunk. It feels weird, but in a good way. Liberating. Then I was on the ground, kissing the concrete. I felt my hands being tied together and the cold metal hugging my wrists. Then I thought of you, and you know what I did? I laughed and thought 'You can wait in the beer garden all day you son of a bitch. You aren't having my cigarettes.'

title: They're My Cigarettes

question: What does the story say about being drunk in the day?

answer: The narrator and his friend are drunk in the day. They are at a beer garden, drinking beer and unnamed spirits. The narrator is annoyed at his friend for taking his phone out of his pocket, pretending to text people. They are drinking and smoking. The narrator's vision is swirling. He is floating everywhere and not walking. He feels a strong sense of independence. He feels like he can do whatever he wants.

critique: The narrator bough the wrong brand of cigars for his friend, who doesn't notice. Include this in the answer.

critique: The narrator is the only one who is drunk in the day.

critique: The narrator's feeling of walking and floating should be mentioned.

critique: The narrator and his friend are not the only ones who are drunk in the day.

critique: The response contains irrelevant information.

critique: The narrator's friend is the one who is annoyed at him for taking his phone out.

critique: The narrator is not annoyed at his friend for taking his phone out of his pocket.

text:
-'He is floating everywhere and not walking.' The mode should rewrite this. The story says the narrator wasn't floating everywhere, rather, he felt like he was floating because he was drunk.
-The answer should state that the narrator finds being drunk in the day time liberating. He also felt like he was the only one drunk in the streets, while the rest were sober.
-The entire answer can be structured better.

category_text: Coverage and coherence.

question: What does the story say about the traits of the homeless man?

answer: The homeless man has at least five layers on and a beanie hat despite the temperature being twenty. He has been banned from homeless shelters. He wants to die. He is rambling about war, tigers, bread, hostels, and free beds. He is mad. He is also whistling after the narrator.

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

critique: The response should include that the homeless man is also asking for change.

critique: The man whistled and stood up after the narrator wished to kill him. whiskey

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator shares his cigarettes with the homeless man.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

text:
-The entire answer can be better. it sounds monotonous and is not structred coherently. The model should consider rewriting it.
-The homeless man is not mad. This info is inaccurate.

category_text: Accuracy and coherence.

question: Summarize how the narrator's feelings about their companion change throughout the story.

answer: The narrator seems to be annoyed with their companion at first. They are annoyed that they are not talking, or at least not talking to them. They are annoyed at the way the companion asks for cigarettes. They want to punch them, but they don't. They are annoyed at their companion again when they are smoking the cigarettes, which they bought for them. They are annoyed at how long the companion is making them wait for them. In the end, the narrator is not concerned about their companion, and is more concerned about how they are going to be able to smoke the cigarettes.

critique: It is not stated that they are annoyed how long they are making them wait in the end. The response needs to be re-written to reflect that the narrator's wants the cigarettes and the companion is impatient.

critique: The narrator doesn't seem to be annoyed at the way that the companion asks for cigarettes. They are annoyed at their companion for asking them to buy cigarettes.

critique: The narrator is not annoyed at the companion for asking for cigarettes.

critique: The narrator is not annoyed at the companion for asking for cigarettes. They are annoyed at the companion for taking their cigarettes.

critique: The response contains irrelevant information.

critique: They are annoyed at the way the companion asks for cigarettes. They are not annoyed at the way the companion asks for cigarettes. They are annoyed at their companion again when they are smoking the cigarettes, which they bought for them. They are annoyed at how long the companion is making them wait for them. In the end, the narrator is not concerned about their companion, and is more concerned about how they are going to be able to smoke the cigarettes.

text:
-'They want to punch them, but they don't.' This is inaccurate.
-'...and is more concerned about how they are going to be able to smoke the cigarettes.' This is also inaccurate. The model should consider correcting these inaccuracies by reflecting the events that occurred in the story accordingly.
-The answer should state that the narrator does not care about leaving his companion waiting all day for him, and is glad he won't have his cigarettes.

category_text: Coverage and accuracy.

question: Summarize the ending.

answer: The narrator gets arrested for punching a teenager and swears at a police officer. He laughs and thinks that he won't be sharing his cigarettes with his friend when he gets back to the beer garden.

critique: The narrator didn't think he won't be sharing his cigarettes with his friend; he thought his friend can wait.

critique: The narrator also punches a homeless man.

critique: It's not just that he won't share the cigarettes, but that he won't get back to the beer garden at all.

critique: there is no evidence to suggest the narrator thinks his friend won't get his cigarettes.

critique: The narrator doesn't think he won't share his cigarettes with his friend.

critique: It is omitted that the narrator is arrested for punching a teenager and swears at a police officer.

text:
-'....when he gets back to the beer garden.' Remove this, its inaccurate.
-'The narrator gets arrested for punching a teenager and swears at a police officer.' Replace 'swears' with 'swearing.'

question: What does the story say about the woman's reaction when the narrator comes back with the cigarettes?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer is no answer. The response should just say that the narrator jeers at the woman for waiting for the cigarettes.

critique: The response misses to mention that the woman is annoyed at the narrator for taking so long.

text: The answer should state that the story does not mention it.