text:
For months you have held this family captive.  It started out so innocently. Barely knew you were there. But over the last few months, no one is denying your existence anymore. Sure, my wife said you were a bit mean when she first thought you were around. No worries, normal stuff, nothing to get upset over, right? Maybe she was even making some of it up? But those first signs of abuse should have been a key indication of what was to come.

Everyday I’d go to work thinking things were fine. She would give me reassurances that she was tip top, and nothing was the matter. I’d tell my co-workers what was going on, only to receive laughs and smiles. “Is this the proper reaction to a hostage situation?” I think back wondering how it got this way so fast.

Months pass and things seemed to be escalating. She would inform me of pains, and problems. I would ask her if there was anything I could do to help. “Don’t worry about it. It’s all normal,” brushing my attempts at assistance away. “Not a whole lot you can do,” would be the rebuttal. Feeling powerless in these situations, anxiety can turn to worry. Sometimes daydreams to be released from this captor play out in my mind, wanting for some kind of way to change the predicament for the best, with as little consequence as possible. These thoughts and schemes are a constant plague on my reality.

More time passes. We learn more about you, your name for a start. Funny how we could all go so long without knowing what to call you, but understanding between captor and hostage takes time doesn’t it. I guess now we can have a proper dialogue. You don’t really say much, but we are well aware of your intentions. We know what you have in store for us, more so what you have in store for my wife. It scares her tremendously, but she carries on. Strong enough to withstand what pain you put her through. Again I wish for some way to help her through this, to stand in and take some of that pain for her. But I am not your target, she is.

Your demands are starting to take their toll. I try and contemplate what help I could get, who I could contact. But we are so far gone at this point, there really isn’t much anyone can do. Long before now, we would stop anyone trying to intervene. Yes, we are both so attached to you, o captor, we would fight tooth and nail for your safety, despite what pain you cause.

The day comes that one of your attacks is too much. She is in so much pain. Bodily fluids have been spilt. She needs medical attention. As we all proceed to the hospital, thoughts run through my mind. “It’s almost over. The opportunity is here. We’re getting out of this.” Neither one of us leave her side. This relationship has turned very different, but no one is paying any attention. It takes many hours, but she if finally calm and stable. Things are quiet, and she is sleeping.

As I finally take this chance to have a face-to-face with you properly, I hold you close. “Damn son, your brother didn’t screw with us this much.” I give you a kiss, and lay you back in your crib. We get to take you home tomorrow. Suddenly I realize you and your brother will be holding us hostage for the next 18-20 years. But that is ok, I’m going to love every minute of it.

The End

title: Hostage situation

question: Summarize how the main character changes over the course of the story.

answer: The main character is initially in denial about the hostage situation, but over time he becomes more aware of the situation. He becomes more and more worried about his wife and the situation. He wants to help her, but he realizes there's nothing he can do. He also realizes that they are in a hostage situation for the next 18-20 years.

critique: "He also realizes that they are in a hostage situation for the next 18-20 years." - this is incorrect. The main character realizes the situation will last 18-20 years when he sees his son. He's already aware of the situation.

critique: The answer omits that the main character eventually accepts the situation and embraces it.

critique: The answer omits the main character's acceptance of the situation.

critique: The narrator's feelings about the situation are not relevant to the question.

critique: The answer could mention that the narrator's attitude towards the baby changes.

critique: The last sentence is irrelevant and should be removed.

critique: Add to the the story's last line to parallel the question: his feelings toward the situation changes after he comes to grips with the reality of it.

question: Summarize the way in which the perceived hostage situation manifests.

answer: The narrator and his wife notice the subtle signs of abuse. The narrator is unaware of the situation until the situation escalates and his wife tells him about her pain. They both try to help her, but the situation is out of their control.

critique: The narrator is aware of the situation, but his co-workers are not.

critique: The answer omits the narrator's feelings about the situation.

critique: The text does not use the word "rape" to describe the abuse.

critique: The answer omits the narrator's co-workers' reactions to the situation.

critique: The answer omits that the narrator and his wife have a baby.

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

answer: The wife is the one who is being held hostage by the baby.

critique: The baby is not the one holding the wife hostage.

critique: "The wife is the one who is being held hostage by the baby." - this is incorrect. The baby isn't holding the wife hostage. The wife is pregnant and the baby is the hostage.

critique: The baby is the one who is being held hostage. The wife is the one who is holding the baby hostage.

critique: Although the wife may be being 'held hostage' by her baby, she's not being held as a hostage - a hostage is a victim, subjected to various treatment even against their will. The protagonist and his wife chose to be parents, living apparently through their child's demanding needs Sometimes, their child's demands are so little or petty that even the family members can't help finding humour in what's going on. They even consider their circumstances to be normal. The conclusion is that the family members are so used to the baby's tactics, they may sometimes even seem to enjoy it.

critique: The baby is not the one who is holding the wife hostage.

critique: The baby is not the one who is holding the family hostage, the baby is the one being held hostage by the family.

question: Summarize the motivation of the hostage taker?

answer: The hostage taker is a baby. The baby's motivation is to hold the family captive.

critique: The family has been held captive for a long time, before the baby existed.

critique: Doesn't say anything about why the baby is holding the family captive.

critique: The baby's motivation is not discussed in the story.

critique: The baby is not the hostage taker. The baby is the hostage.

text: It is absurd to ask what the motivations of a baby are


split: train

text:
	It is the same mantra I recited every night in my head. Without fail and without bidding, as soon as I lie my weary head on my pillow those words carry me on to sleep. It seems like my whole life has been lived on those words. Every day is the same drudgery with different scenery. I don’t remember a time it was ever different.

	It’s cold out and I don’t want to leave the covers. Is it because of the cold? Or because of the disgust I have for myself and the world around me. Disgust? Is that the word? I think apathy would be more appropriate. I am apathetic to everything and everyone and yet I am still her, trudging along like a dream. How do I keep going? Because I must.

	I pull myself out of bed- late again. Damn. I wish I cared. All I care about is the minor annoyance my boss will be when I show up 20 minutes late. Maybe one of these days I’ll lose my job because of it, maybe. I go along with the normal morning routine. Brush teeth, wash face, comb hair, dress. There’s no sense of urgency. I’m late, but I won’t change that and it doesn’t matter anyhow.

	After my short commute I show up 15 minutes after I should. No one says a word. They seem to ignore me as a trudge past the cubicle prison to my very own cell. No word from the boss. I guess he’s used to this by now.

	Another day drifts by slowly, like I am on a death bed. I can’t focus, can’t drive myself to do what I need to do. I barely have the motivation to dredge up distractions- youtube videos, reddit, anything to try to take my mind off what’s around me. Lunch rolls by. It’s afternoon already. 4pm. 1 hour left. If I lose my job I’ll lose everything. No food, no house, no video games to take my mind off everything when the work day ends. I get the only motivation I have all day- motivation to do just enough work to skid on by. I spend 60 minutes of the dreaded 540 minute work day actually doing enough to earn my keep. Even that’s not enough. Everyone can see my horrible performance.

	Maybe I should get another job. I’ll be happier at another job. But what if I won’t? What if I’m the problem? I don’t want to deal with new people and learning new things. I won’t be able to if I feel like this. It will worse and I’ll probably get paid less. No, I’ll keep this job as long as I can. I wonder how long that will be…

	5pm! It’s here. I feel a slight elation for the hour. But I haven’t finished up yet. I need to wrap up. 30 more minutes of excruciating pain.

	I’m home. Weighed down from another 9 hour day I want to forget. I open the door and slump in front of my computer. Games. Games will help me forget. I boot up league of legends and the time flies by. With every win I feel like I’ve accomplished something and with every loss I am upset at my incompetence. But for those few hours I’m not here anymore. I’m in another place and I’m happier. Happier than I’ve ever been in the real world. Why can’t it always be like this?

	11pm. I’m fatigued. It’s time for bed. Sometimes I have the energy to wash my face and brush my teeth, other times I don’t even care. As a lie down into bed and cover myself up I hear the familiar words that guide my life and lull me back to sleep.

I have lost my place in this world. I no longer belong. I only exist.

title: SS: "I have lost my place in this world. I no longer belong. I only exist."

question: What does the story say about its setting?

answer: The story is set in the narrator's workplace. It is a drab, monotonous place where the narrator feels like they belong. The narrator's home is also described as monotonous, but the narrator prefers to be there and forgets about their day job.

critique: The answer should mention that the setting is a modern workplace.

critique: The narrator's home is not described as monotonous.

question: What is the narrator's perspective of themselves?

answer: The narrator seems to be suffering from depression and has resigned themselves to their current circumstances.

critique: The narrator is not suffering from depression, but they are apathetic.

critique: The narrator is not suffering from depression.

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

answer: The narrator works in a cubicle prison. The narrator's job is to do enough work to skid by and earn their keep. The narrator is not motivated to do the work. The narrator is mostly apathetic to everything and everyone. The narrator is not motivated to do the work.

critique: The narrator is not motivated to do the work twice.

critique: The last two sentences are redundant and should be removed.

critique: The narrator is motivated to do the work.


text:
Making the Most of Your Next Business Trip

Traveling for business is always a terrific opportunity for those of us that are able to it. As, one can take great pleasure in being paid to attend meetings, meet clients and forge friendships in a new city or country and then possibly have enough time left to visit some sights.

These tips below will help you get the most out of a business trip, regardless of whether it is your 1st or you already have hundreds logged.

As follows:

Pack Smart

[Young smiling man packing clothes into travel bag]

Start by choosing the right bag for your trip. If you are only going to be away for a few days then a smart holdall or carry on suitcase should be enough.

Only take essential items with you such as suitable business attire for meetings, casual clothing for downtime and minimal toiletries.  Decide upon what electronics you need: phone, laptop, tablet and e-reader.

Make a List

[Business woman hand working at a computer and writing on a noteped]

Even if you have done this before, there is always a chance that you could get distracted while packing and overlook something.

So, by making a list you will arrive at the airport calmer and not have to constantly check to see if you’ve got your passport when on the way.

Either write everything down or make a printable checklist that you can use for each trip. Some Key items to include are boarding passes, credit cards, foreign currency, passports and phone and laptop chargers.

Schedule Meetings Carefully

[Creativity, brainstorming, planning, teamwork meeting]

Make sure that you are rested, alert and ready for every meeting, whether formal or informal, by giving yourself time to relax in between.

There’s nothing worse than closing a meeting and then having to rush across town to another while constantly worrying if you will be on time.

By scheduling time to return to your hotel for an hour or sit down for lunch you give yourself a better chance to arrive energized.

Allow Time to Explore the Destination

[woman with suitcase in new york city]

While you will be mostly occupied by work-related events, do not miss the opportunity to be a tourist.

Research the destination before you depart to find out about any historic landmarks, galleries, museums and parks that you would like to see.

Check for any sporting events or concerts that might be taking place.

If you have the option, see if you can extend your trip over a weekend so you have more time to explore before heading home.

Also, accept the offer from colleagues/clients to go out for dinner and/or drinks. When going to bars and restaurants with locals you are more likely to discover hidden gems.

[young couple reviewing shopping receipt]

Whether your company is bankrolling the trip or you’re meeting with clients for your own business, make sure you keep track of your receipts for purchases while traveling.

It will make submitting a report to your company for travel reimbursement much easier.

If you are the Boss, you will be able to write off much of your work meals and travel on your taxes. Travel can drain resources, so the more you can use it to your advantage the better.

 Travel With a Partner when Possible

[Happy senior couple in Paris on vacation]

If it is an option then bring a friend or your loved one with you do it.

Many hotels charge more, or the same, for single occupancy rooms than doubles.

So what better way to use that extra space than by offering it to someone you like to be with. When you are at work, they can be out exploring the city and looking for interesting places for you to dine and drink.

For sure, you will be thankful of the company after a busy day and bringing them to social events can make interactions with your colleagues and clients easier.

Have a very pleasant and successful trip

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question: What is the best way of reducing stress when traveling for work?

answer: It would be to make a list of what items to pack.

critique: This response is not related to reducing stress when traveling for work.

critique: The answer should mention the other tips.

critique: The answer could be more specific about the list.

critique: This response is incorrect and does not address the question.

critique: The answer should mention the importance of scheduling meetings carefully.

critique: Solution is more relative than necessary to the question.


text:
We walked through a vale holding each other's hand. I felt perfectly comfortable remaining silent and marching along as long as I knew she was with me. We had reached past the point of us needing speech to get our emotions across. We continued strolling for a while and then finally sat on a bench which was perched under an arched outgrowth of a stony structure. She put her head on my lap and closed her eyes. My love grew for her every second I watched her beautiful face in deep sleep. I wondered whether she felt the same way, or whether she felt at all. Suddenly, I sensed the earth moving. The whole world around me was shaking. I realised I didn't have much time left. I was about to depart. Slowly, the waterfall, flowers, the lake, butterflies, and the mountains faded away into darkness and then a bright light met my eye. The brightness diminished and I was back in my room. My servant was standing in front of me. "Sir, why are you so hard to wake up these days? If you carry on going late to work, you will eventually be fired. You don't want that do you?" he said. If only he knew.

I was both happy and sad. I felt sad leaving her, but I was happy that it had now worked three times in a row. How lucky was I, that having slept a sad sleep the day before yesterday, I would meet her the second time. This ignited in me the thought of the possibility that I could meet her whenever I wanted to. So I tried to meet her the third time today. I was doubtful and skeptical. I am a middle aged man who has never experienced love. Forget the act of loving, I couldn't even think of the prospect of finding love in my lifetime. I turned off all the lights, locked the door, threw myself on the bed and closed my eyes.
I was failing. I was sweating uncontrollably with nervousness. This was my last chance to find what I never had. Then, I thought of her, with her soft and beautiful face, her enigmatic eyes, her endless locks of hair, her slender yet graceful body, the vulnerability in her glances, her voice that confirmed the presence of angelic minstrels. God himself had sent down this perfect entity for me to spend time with, albeit in a second reality. I had to calm down and sleep. I was no longer panting, and was able to slowly drift away into slumber.

I was in a vast empty ball room. It was beautiful, but right now, I had no concern for the beauty of inanimate objects. I had to find her as quickly as I could, so I could maximise the amount of time I was to spend with her. I looked for her everywhere. Where was she? Was it really possible that I failed, even in bringing a being that lived inside my thoughts, to appear in front of me? I was suddenly struck by the memory of yesterday. I had stood in front of the mirror for an hour. I gazed at my disfigured body, my hunched back, my crooked teeth, my uneven face and my uninteresting eyes. I had decided to break every mirror in my house that day, for they were only a source of pain to me. Now, as I looked around for her in the ballroom, I slowly became demoralised. I could not even find her in a second reality. I wept and I wept, and for sure, I did know I was physically weeping too, for I felt the dampness seep through my body. 'Come here,' said an enchanting voice. 'Did you really think I was going to leave you alone?'

A white figure seemed to be approaching me. her shape became more apparent as she moved towards me. She was dressed in the most elegant of elegant dresses. She came up to me, and without uttering a word, kissed me. All my doubts, inferiorities and insecurities vanished in a matter of seconds. 'You have me right now and you will have me forever,' she said. 'My appearance may change but I will always be Her.' We sat together on the velveted floor. I told her everything I knew and everything I wanted to do. She listened patiently without any patronising judgement. She seemed as if she had been lost in my discourse. She comforted me when I told her my doubts and answered me when I had queries. Seconds, minutes, hours and then days seemed to have passed by. We were still sat on the same spot talking and being lost in wonder of one another. 'I have to go fly,' she said with a hint of sycophancy, 'Try not to think about me.' She faded away gradually, and slowly, the whole room turned dim and finally, my whole vision was obscured. I woke up.

I opened my eyes and looked around. I wasn't in my room. There were people around me, maybe four or five. 'Sir, you have been in a coma for six years. My whole team and I would like to congratulate you on being born again. Also try to sleep less,' a doctor said, letting out a faint chuckle. I wasn't able to speak as I lay there helpless. I didn't care about anyone else other than her. I wanted to go back and never come back. A memory came to my mind about when I met my childhood friend after not seeing him for a while.

> 'What brought you into acting then, James?' I asked.

> 'My wife... the third one, she pushed me towards getting a job as an actor. She had faith in my ability. And so right she was, I had never even dreamed of achieving such fame.' James answered.

> 'Good for you, my friend, if only I were a part of your gene pool.'

> 'My gene pool? You think I've only gotten this far because of my looks?'

> 'You never were intelligent were you? Only if you were, you could have acknowledged the luck that had been bestowed upon you. Nobody falls in love with character at first sight. Set on this earth is a bliss for the rich and beautiful.'

> 'You always were a jealous man. Stop envying other people's abilities and go back to your cave and hang out with your rodents, you incompatible oddity!'

He stormed out of the restaurant leaving me alone with my food and strangers' stares. He was right. I was an oddity.

I had regained consciousness and was out of my coma. I had been awake thinking about this incident while tears ran down my face. It was soon dark outside and I started feeling drowsy. I was about to sleep and it was the most joyous part of the day. I soon fell asleep but there were no dreams this day and I woke up without any recollection of her. 'This wouldn't happen again,' I thought to myself. I slept the next day and again; no luck. The day after that, I entered a dream but she was nowhere to be seen. Did she lie when she said she would be with me forever? I was discharged from the hospital and returned to my room. Surely, this was where it all started so I will get to meet her when I sleep in my own dwelling. I slept. She had abandoned me. The only companion I had, had abandoned me. She was a part of me so I guess I had abandoned myself.

'There is more than one way a person can sleep.' I thought to myself. I started panting. I walked in circles for an hour in my room as my heartbeat became faster and faster. I had no family or acquaintances I could talk to. I started climbing the stairs sluggishly, that led to the highest storey of the high-rise. My pulse increasing with every step I took. I finally arrived at the top of the skyscraper. I stood at its edge, with my heart pounding the loudest and fastest it had ever pounded. I thought of her one last time. 'I will surely meet you, and I would never know even if I don't. My real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.'  With these thoughts, I took the step to death. The only feeling I felt after that was the feeling of Nothing.

title: [RO] Stay With Me

question: What does the story say about how the narrator feels about the woman in his dreams?

answer: The narrator describes the woman as beautiful. The woman's presence gives him strength. Leaving her made him feel unhappy. He realizes that he has the ability to meet her whenever he wants, which makes him joyful. He feels curious and excited when he finally meets her.

critique: The narrator realizes he has the ability to meet her whenever he wants, which makes him joyful.

critique: The narrator realizes he can meet her whenever he wants, not that he has the ability to meet her whenever he wants.

critique: The narrator's joy is not because he realizes he can meet her whenever he wants, but because he has succeeded in doing so three times in a row.

critique: The narrator's relief at meeting his lover again is evidence that he feels joy when meeting her, not joy about the fact that he can meet her whenever he wants.

critique: The narrator's happiness at meeting her is not a feeling he has while he is with her.

critique: "The woman's presence gives him strength." doesn't fit well because the narrator is learning to love himself, not necessarily through the woman.

critique: The narrator's joy is not about the ability to meet her whenever he wants, but about the fact that he can meet her at all.

critique: The story doesn't say anything about the woman's presence giving him strength.

critique: The narrator's joy is not because he can meet her whenever he wants, but because he can meet her at all.

critique: The woman's appearance changes, but she is always the same person.

critique: The answer omits the positive feelings the narrator feels when he is with her.

critique: "leaving her made him feel unhappy" - this is inaccurate. The narrator felt sad about leaving her, but he was happy that he was able to meet her.

critique: The text does not mention whether the protagonist feels happy about meeting the girl.

question: What does the story say about the theme of loneliness?

answer: The story's main character is a middle-aged man who falls in love with someone that exists only in his dreams. The woman is beautiful, elegant, mysterious, vulnerable, and romantic. He falls in love with her and is unable to live without the experience of being with her. It's clearly seen that the author is lonely, willing to sacrifice other enjoyment so that his dreams of the woman are fulfilled.

critique: The answer incorrectly mentions that the man feels he's sacrificed other enjoyment, when in reality he feels like he's given up on life.

critique: The theme of loneliness can't be found in the story.

critique: The story is not about loneliness, but about love and the lengths one would go to achieve it.

critique: The answer should point out that the character does not know how long he's been in a coma.

critique: The story is not about a man who falls in love with someone that exists only in his dreams, but about a man who falls in love with a woman that exists only in his dreams.

critique: The answer should mention that the man is lonely because he has never experienced love.

critique: The answer is irrelevant to the question.

critique: The answer should mention the fact that the main character is lonely even when he is with the woman.

critique: This is not the main character. The main character is the woman.

critique: It's omitted that when the narrator was in a coma after having committed suicide, he thought about having met his childhood friend who had married thrice.

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

critique: The fact that the author is willing to sacrifice other enjoyment so that his dreams of the woman are fulfilled has no bearing on the thematic exploration of loneliness.

question: Summarize the various locations the narrator visits in his dream.

answer: The narrator dreams that he's in a vast empty ballroom, then travels to a town that has multiple roads surrounding a river, a waterfall, flowers and a lake. He later dreams of an empty ballroom. The narrator encounters the woman in this exact space before the dream disappears, then dreams of being in a town at night, before he's woken up by a doctor.

critique: The final sentence is irrelevant to the question.

critique: The answer fails to mention the woman's room.

critique: The last sentence of this response is inaccurate. He fell asleep and dreams of hanging out with the woman before being woken up by the doctor. It's not hinted that the dream literally disappeared, only that he eventually woke up again.

critique: The narrator dreams of being in a town at night, but he's woken up by a doctor.

critique: The narrator never dreams of being in a town at night. He dreams of a ballroom, then later a town.

critique: The last two sentences are not relevant to the question.

critique: The third sentence is not relevant to the question and should be deleted.

critique: The second description contains irrelevant information. It should be omitted.

critique: This is not a location, but something the narrator encounters.

critique: The narrator dreams of being in a town at night before he's woken up by a doctor.

critique: The narrator dreams of a ballroom, empty and then later of a ballroom with a woman. The first ballroom isn't empty, it's just empty of the woman.

critique: The second empty room is technically a ballroom and not a general room.

critique: "The narrator encounters the woman in this exact space before the dream disappears" is inaccurate. The woman doesn't appear in the ballroom. She found him in the dark.

critique: The second part of the answer is not relevant.

text: The story does not mention a town that has multiple roads surrounding a river, a waterfall, flowers, and a lake

category: accuracy

refinement: The narrator dreams that he's in a vast empty ballroom, then travels to a town that has multiple roads surrounding a river, a waterfall, flowers and a lake. He later dreams of an empty ballroom. The narrator encounters the woman in this exact space before the dream disappears, then dreams of being in a town at night, before he's woken up by a doctor.

question: What does the story say about why the woman abandons the narrator?

answer: No answer

critique: It is implied that the woman abandons the narrator because she must return to the afterlife.

critique: No response is given because the story doesn't say why the woman abandons the narrator, but it does say that she does.

critique: The story does not say why the woman abandons the narrator.

critique: This response is vague and does not address the question.


text:
I was nervous. I'm new to this so I had two shots of Captain Morgan before I left, that usually loosens me up. The thought of driving passed my mind more than once but decided to take BART because the restaurant was close enough to walk. I choose my purple plaid shirt because it fits me well. I just bought the blazer so I took it with me even though it clashed. It looks good on me so fuck it, if I fake confidence then maybe she'll mistake it for actual confidence. I looked myself over in the mirror for more time than I care to admit. I hated and loved my outfit more times than I care to admit. I changed clothes and changed back. Decided it was too late to be indecisive so I left. Only to come back and change my shoes.
   I almost turned around more times than I can count. I rehearsed the excuses in my head, "I came down with something.", "A family emergency came up and they really need me.", "Oh, that was today? I'm so sorry! Lets reschedule. No? Ok, then. Bye." As much as I dreaded this I was also looking forward to it. She was very pretty from her photos and messaging her was easy. She seemed like a genuine person.  She may have embellished her typed laughter and smiley faces but at least she tried so that in itself had to mean something.
    By the time my stop came around my palms were sweaty and I was a bit lightheaded, "Am I doing this again? How many first dates can I have before I realize that a second one is never coming? At least I'll get some food in me." As hungry as I was the thought of food made my stomach tighten. I stopped in front of the venue. I thought a rooftop bar would be on the roof. Oh well. I was about to ask about the bar when the doorman said there was room for two more at the elevator. I tried to look like I knew what I was doing as I walked passed him and stood with the group waiting for the elevator door to open.
    My Tinder account logged me off on BART because of poor reception and I was hesitant to log on in fear that she wouldn't be there when I signed up again. As the door opened in front of me and an actual rooftop bar lay before me I was stuck and overwhelmed. My doubts and fears tripled as I've never been in this type of venue before, "She's so out of my league that I can't see her with binoculars. This is going to be the shortest date ever. Hope they at least have good appetizers."
    The place was crowded and I couldn't see her. This was made more difficult due to the fact that I had forgotten what she looked like because of nervousness and fear.

I texted her.

Nothing.

I texted her again.

5 more minutes and nothing.

I called her.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I'm here."

"Cool! Where?"

"Over by the elevator. I'm wearing a purplish shirt."

"I don't see you."

Fuck. Really? How hard are you looking? Should I just cut my losses and go?

"I'm just here by the elevator. There's a chair here I'm sitting on. Where are you?"

"Are you sure you're here?"

No. I decided to go to the identical rooftop bar next door.

"Yeah...I think I'm here."

"Let me walk over."

I saw her emerge from the gaggle of patrons.

We locked eyes.

She smiled.

title: [NF] First date

question: Summarize the mounting tension in this story.

answer: The narrator is nervous about his first date, and he has two shots of Captain Morgan before he leaves. He rehearses excuses in his head, and he is both excited and dreading the date. He is also nervous about what the date will be like, and he is afraid that he will be rejected. He is also afraid that he will be boring.

critique: This is not the mounting tension in the story.

critique: The response is missing the mounting tension of the date.

critique: The narrator is not afraid he will be rejected.

critique: The narrator is not afraid he will be boring.

critique: The narrator is not afraid that he will be boring.

critique: It is omitted that the narrator gets lost on the way to the date.

critique: There is no evidence of the narrator thinking he will be boring.

text: The response should include the fact that for a moment, the narrator cannot locate their date in the establishment.

category: coverage

question: Summarize what the story has to say about online/app dating.

answer: No answer

critique: It is omitted that the author was nervous about the date and was anxious that she may have embellished her laugh and smiley faces.

critique: The story has a lot to say about online/app dating. It shows the anxiety that comes with it. It also shows the ease of overanalyzing and overthinking the other person, which can lead to doubt.

question: Describe what the narrator knew about this woman and why they agreed to go on a first date in the first place.

answer: No answer

critique: The narrator knew that the woman was very pretty from her photos and messaging her was easy. She seemed like a genuine person. She may have embellished her typed laughter and smiley faces but at least she tried so that in itself had to mean something.

critique: The story does not answer this question.

critique: The narrator knew this woman from Tinder and was attracted to her looks in her photos.

question: Summarize the plot twist.

answer: The narrator is on his way to his date, and he is nervous. He has had two shots of Captain Morgan to loosen him up. He is thinking about all the excuses he can give if he has to cancel the date. He is also thinking about how she seemed like a genuine person, and he is looking forward to meeting her. He gets to the venue and is overwhelmed by the crowd. He cannot spot her. He texts her, and then calls her, but she does not pick up. He decides to wait for her at the elevator. He texts her that he is there, and she says that she does not see him. They decide to meet at the identical rooftop bar next door. The narrator sees her emerge from the crowd and they lock eyes. She smiles.

critique: The narrator is not on his way to the date.

critique: The narrator is not on his way to his date. He is on his way to meet her.

critique: The flow of the answer can be better as it pertains to the part where the narrator has to excuse himself in lieu of canceling the date.

critique: The narrator's nervousness is irrelevant to the plot twist.

critique: The narrator is not on his way to the date. He is already at the date.

critique: The narrator is already at the venue when he texts and calls her.

critique: The narrator is not on his way to his date. He is already there.

text: The first sentences describing the narrator on the way to the date are irrelevant and should be removed.


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If you are in the market for the cheapest Rolex Submariner watch, well, it can be a little tricky. There are cheaper versions if you are not concerned for any of the extras, and only the basics. First of all, the watch is not made to be cheap by no means and this means the watch will not be cheap even when looking for the cheapest one available. It was the first divers watch ever to be made and the first watch that was able to reach depths of 100 to 330 feet below the water surface.

What Makes Rolex Submariner watch so Popular?[]

The Rolex is made from 904L stainless steel which makes the watch resistant to corrosion and very strong compared to other watches. Putting this into perspective, the 904L Steel is normally only used by aerospace or other engineering sectors. Most watches are typically only made of 316L steel, which, by no means is even remotely comparable. This durable watch will stand by you through almost any demanding and extreme weather conditions.[]

It is a wear-anywhere watch. No matter what color you decide, it is tasteful enough to wear with jeans and a t-shirt, but classy enough to wear with a suit. Besides the fact that it’s full of technical innovations, its infrangible case, and it is resale value could be more than what you paid for it originally. Do you really know what made this watch super iconic of all time? James Bond, that’s right, from the moment James checked his watch in “Goldfinger” the watch has been a timeless demanding watch of all time.

Which is the cheapest in all Rolex Submariner?

Review & shopping-tips of lowest-price Rolex Submariner and Information of the cheapest Rolex Submariner are always important factors when you began your search for this particular watch. After a little research that I found out for myself, the retail value should be around 7200 for a used watch.[]

After shopping around, I found that you can still get a brand new basic Rolex Submariner with no date available in many colors for the same price of 7500. Review & shopping-tips of lowest-price Rolex Submariner and Information of the cheapest Rolex Submariner can be found on Bob’s Watches website, which is where I found the lowest price of $7500.

There you have it guys, going with the basic Rolex Submariner will always, in the end, be the best deal.

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question: Summarize the popularity of the Rolex Submarine.

answer: The Rolex Submarine is a diving watch that can reach depths of 100 to 330 feet below the water surface. It is made from 904L steel that is resistant to corrosion and very strong compared to other watches. The watch is also a wear-anywhere watch that is classy enough to be worn with a suit. The watch has been a timeless demanding watch of all time.

question: How cheap can the Rolex Submarine get?

answer: A used Rolex Submarine watch can be purchased for 7200 while a brand new one with no date can be purchased for $7500.

critique: The answer should mention that the price is for the basic model.

critique: The second price is for a different watch.

critique: The answer should mention that the price is for a used watch.

critique: "A used Rolex Submarine watch can be purchased for 7200 while a brand new one with no date can be purchased for $7500." - this statement is not found anywhere in the article.


text:
There is no title. It's the beginning of something I've been messing with. It's mostly just fancy word play, it's coherent enough to follow, yet schizophrenic enough to personify what it's like to feel insane and confused -shrug- figured I'd share it. You're supposed to feel like you're in the mind of a mad man, I'm not sure how well I did.
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My mind warped and twisted. Thoughts and images of demons danced within my mind and around the room as I tried to hold onto reality. Shadows swirled, and I heard laughter coming from all around me. Screams cut through the silence and fires burned on the metal walls. I did my best to ground my feet in what I knew was rational, but it still felt like I was falling down a never ending hole; thoughts of grandeur, false senses of security, and overall apathy swept across my blank mind.

My face was like stone as I sat and looked out the window, the world racing by, night raining down like ash as it covered the world in darkness.  I felt like I was drowning as I sat, felt the water swirling around my ankles and the shackles as they clanked against the floor. It felt needles being pressed into my skin, and bugs crawling inside me. I brought my bound and chained hands to my forehead and pressed as hard as I could to keep my skull from splitting open. I screamed as the voices inside my head began to howl, and the world around me began to transform and mold itself around my “insanity”, or so they called it.
 “Hey…you…you. Shut the hell up! Stop yelling! I said stop!”

I heard the blow echo through my head even before I felt it. A blunt pain ripped through my skull, it was like the demons in my head had been smashed out. I saw flashing lights, like the cameras outside the court room on the day they convicted me. I heard ringing in my ears, like the sirens as they walked me in chains to my doom. The room seemed to be spinning on itself as I slumped over in the ratty bus seat, dizzy and lightheaded, gasping for air, trying not to choke on my own tongue and vomit.

 “Fucking nut cases.” I heard the guard mutter under his breath, as he wiped the butt of his rifle off with a rag and made his way to the front of the bus.
The vibration under me shivered and rattled up my spine, the wheels of the bus tore forward against the road, softly easing the sickly spinning. The world was coming to an end. My head had slumped on my shoulders, bobbing with the bumps on the road. I was too weak to hold my head up, from the corner of my eyes I saw the moon laughing at me. The scratched and tinted, metal barred windows seemed to twist the light in concerto with the trees outside as they blocked the moon from my sight, I grinned at the thought that the trees outside would do me such a favor.

 My hands ached. The water bellow me had retreated, I wondered…was ever there in the first place…? I looked at the floor below me, scuffled and scratched like the windows above…and everything else on this god forsaken bus. The shackles on my ankles clanked and clashed against the floor, while the orange on my arms seemed to burn my skin like an acid, the jump suit itching at my throat. I could almost taste the color. I smiled, closed my eyes and started to snicker again. I felt my head throbbing, pounding, trying to split from my body. I was helpless to lift my hands from my lap or sit up from my shackles, and that orange, that sickly orange seemed to be chasing me. I shut my eyes tighter and hoped it would leave, hoped it would all just stop...It was the only color, the only thought, the only feeling besides the sickly crimson, caked and scared onto my knuckles from the nights before. The entire world seemed to be a mess of black, gray and orange, and I wondered if the guards would let us trick or treat a few days early, since we were all already in costume. I heard laughter in front of me; I guess one of the prisoners found humor in that thought as well.

The bus rocked and swayed, like a subway, as it drove through the night. It was like a symphony. The beat of a bass tremorred around my head as the wheels bellow me kicked up rocks on the dark road and roared against the pavement. The percussions of the brass, as the chains and shackles clashes against the floor, the hums and howl of the winds as the night swept in through a cracked window. I found myself humming to fill the void of the strings, it was the only thing that gave me comfort as the bus pushed forward, closer to my fate, to my hell. I was glad it was almost over. All of this is so…familiar. The colored outfit, the guns, the moon, the bus ride…I guess it ends where it began, I thought with a smile on my face… Three years running. Three years since the razor wire fence maimed my finger as I leapt back into the realm of the living… Three years since my first escape. . . This time, it was all going to end. This time, there was no escape.

title: Schizophrenic Prisoner [870 words]

question: Where does the story take place?

answer: In a bus on its way to a presumably prison.

critique: The answer should mention that the bus is on a road.

question: What is the main character's mental state?

answer: They are stated as being schizophrenic and were heavily medicated.

critique: The answer should mention the voices in their head.

critique: The answer is made up. There is no evidence in the story to suggest the prisoner was medicated.

critique: There is no evidence in the text that mentions they were heavily medicated.

critique: The answer is not stated in the passage.


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Part of the Council for International Schools (CIS) accreditation process asks schools to “demonstrate a commitment to internationalism/interculturalism in education” and that this should be “reflected throughout the life of the institution.” In this article, I will be presenting the case that schools of a religious tradition are best placed to fulfil this aspect of education given their deeply rooted sense of history, tradition and culture.

In her book “International Mindedness” Lesley Stagg concludes by paraphrasing Dan Young “Internationalism advocates the quality of ‘being’ international within the overall climate and character evident when you enter the school. It includes the one for all organizational principles that reflect a global community concern (known to its community to exist inside and outside its walls), as well as an overall positive attitude between diverse cultures (and countries). It is evidenced where students and faculty celebrate this quality as they come together for learning and teaching… when common global interests and collaboration are recognized as imperative.”

To my mind, in order to successfully meet this goal, it is essential that the school have at least one unifying feature. There must be something tangible that unites all in the midst of diversity. CIS exhorts the guiding statements of a school as this focal point and these guiding statements must be embedded in the curriculum and in the culture of learning. This is not particularly controversial and is something commonly accepted in the domain of international schools. However, I would like to suggest that in reality, many international schools across the world do not have this one unifying feature and that, in fact in many cases, their guiding statements are contrived, jargonistic and essentially meaningless. The exception to this fact being those schools, which have a deep-rooted sense of history, enshrined in tradition and have a culture that is known and embraced by the wider community. I would argue that this is the case in schools underpinned by a religious tradition.

Moreover, in order to create an “overall positive attitude between diverse cultures (and countries)” it is necessary to celebrate what unites families from diverse cultures and countries and in many cases, this is their religious experience. Children from a multitude of countries, different races, speaking different languages and having a range of cultural norms, inevitably populate an International School. Finding something to unite such a diverse community is a challenge CIS recognizes, but within a school embracing a religious tradition, there is no challenge because, despite the obvious diversity, children and their families are united by their religious beliefs. This is more obviously the case when they all hark from the same religious tradition, but I contend that it can also be the case when children of different religions, or denominations within a particular religion, are educated together as their belief in God (or in some cases a Supreme Being) transcends any of their apparent differences. Many dismiss too often religion as a cause of conflict but I would argue the contrary and suggest that in reality religion unites people due to the fact that they have a common sense of purpose and of human dignity. Nothing is more unifying than a common set of beliefs. This permeates deeper than any contrived ideology.

Central to religious identity is a call to community, to social justice, to a respect for human dignity, to peace and reconciliation and to celebrating unity in diversity. These are the features of international mindedness that CIS wants schools to embrace. Whilst many schools barely touch the tip of the iceberg with respect to international mindedness, schools with a religious identity and faith commitment are deeply rooted in their sense of mission, of their ethos, of their values. International Schools of a non-religious nature could learn a lot by looking at schools of a religious nature. They would observe that in the vast majority of cases (some schools with a religious identity are clearly better than others) that the guiding statements of the school are embedded throughout the institution. In the best schools, the mission and ethos of the school are deeply embedded in the curriculum. Such schools do not have a narrow view of curriculum as merely the teaching of a syllabus or academic program but moreover that it is inclusive of all aspects of a child’s learning experience and development as a human person. Subsequently, children will learn explicitly about issues of prejudice and discrimination, different belief systems (other than that of the denomination of the institution), ethical systems, cultural norms, the dignity of the human person, social enterprise and the like. Furthermore, schools with a religious tradition have always valued prayer and meditation as an essential part of human development. Recognizing this the secular world now promotes “mindfulness” as a non-religious alternative to meditation. Separating meditation from faith, where Buddhist, Christian or another, is somewhat morally bankrupt and a very dubious business in itself.

Many international schools have adopted mission statements but sometimes these are a uniformity of bland clichés with no deep sense of an underlying philosophy. Perhaps even more worrying is the trend for schools to adopt the language of “No child left behind” and focus on college and workplace preparedness as the raison d’etre of education rather than focusing on the development of the whole child with the human dignity. It is immoral to see a child as no more than economic fodder for the future workplace. Schools should reject any policy or system that diminishes the dignity of the human person and refutes the idea that anyone can be reduced to the status of an economic unit or passive-dependent.

Recognizing the distinct nature that schools underpinned by a religious tradition have, and by learning from their best practice, International Schools across the world can learn to emulate the “one for all” educational principles that underpin faith schools. The shared “worldview” that unites people of faiths underpins the values and mission of such schools and enables them to be truly international.

question: What does the article have to say about the unifying power of religion?

answer: The author believes that the unifying power of religion is the reason why international schools of the same religion possess characteristics of a unifying feature. The author believes that religion can trump contrived ideology when it comes to unity.

critique: The author does not believe that religion can trump contrived ideology.

critique: The author believes that religion can trump contrived ideology when it comes to unity. - this is irrelevant and should be removed.

critique: The author does not believe that religion can trump contrived ideology when it comes to unity.

critique: The author's conclusion about the unifying power of religion is omitted.

critique: The answer is confusing and doesn't make sense.

critique: "The author believes that the unifying power of religion is the reason why international schools of the same religion possess characteristics of a unifying feature." - readers won't know what the author thinks somewhat contradicts himself. The answer should state what his views are.

question: What does the article say about Catholic schools?

answer: No answer

critique: The article does mention Catholic schools.

critique: The article does not mention anything about Catholic schools.

critique: It is omitted that the article does not explicitly mention Catholic schools.


text:
“I told you, I’m not going to kill myself, I just want to see some goddamn-,” he stopped short as he bounded up the last flight of stairs and took in the scene before him.

“You seem, crestfallen, Alex.”

“This is my spot,” he murmured, a tinge of annoyance making a rare debut in his typically even-keeled demeanor.

The spot actually belonged to Jacob D. Flores, a real estate developer specializing in parking garage properties, as he owned the building whose roof deck was now populated by fifty shades of the neighborhood, all jockeying for the best spot to watch the fireworks over the concrete heat-sink of downtown.

“So you aren’t going to jump, then?”

He turned to the girl. “Sam, I hate falling. I don’t even ride roller coasters. If I was going to kill myself I really wouldn’t jump off of a parking garage and splat in somebody’s alley on the Fourth of July. That is uncool. I am not uncool. We’ve been through this.”

“Bad grammar is uncool. Double negatives are super-uncool.”

“Oh my god, you are the antichrist.”

“Rude people are uncool-”

“Okay, that’s it, I’m jumping,” he broke away in long strides towards the dozen-or-so spectators.

A large bald man squatted over a comically large camera and tripod. Four college kids passed a bowl conspicuously, expressions evaporating as they exhaled in symphony. A chubby twenty-something thumbed his blackberry with the grace of an ape. Two hipsters made out on top of a mini-cooper.

Sam huffed, exasperated that she couldn’t trump threats of suicide. She was a gangly girl with an eccentric beauty that seemed lost on many, most notably Alex Decker, the boy whose violent death would send her into a state of psychiatric breakdown and must therefore be prevented at all costs.

She turned, walked three paces, and stopped. A dozen towns’ fireworks displays littered the horizon at various scales, belligerent displays of light and fire reduced to blips in the sky. Sluggish thuds of their far-away relevance only added to the ever present din of the city at night. It was all so nonchalant. The world seemed to groan under the sheer weight of itself in the soggy summer night heat.

They didn’t speak for the rest of the night. By the time she caught up with him his eyes were red and he seemed distant. They situated themselves on a high wall overlooking the trickle of visitors still filing in to join the block party. The new arrivals were predictably more inebriated.

“HEY-” bellowed a shirtless teen in cargo shorts to nobody in particular, “THIS IS AMERICA.”

The crowd erupted. Somebody had just begun broadcasting the Black Eyed Peas from their late model Jeep Cherokee when the first rocket sailed overhead and splintered across the sky in elegant, symmetrical geometries.

They watched in silence as the glass skyline dazzled as if it was ablaze.

Sam placed her hand on top of his. It was warm. Her heart beat in her throat as she felt him turn to meet her gaze, but a stranger looked back. She recoiled in surprise, breath short as her eyes scanned the crowd for a blonde shock of hair.

Her stomach plummeted as her eyes locked on the back of his head. His outstretched arms sprawled in mock flight as his body fell, resigned to the whims of gravity. It was the last she would ever see of Alex Decker. Overhead, an explosion rocked the world to its core.

She awoke in a cold sweat with Beethoven’s ninth symphony stuck in her head. Her terrarium collection still thrived.

She allowed herself to indulge in the waves of relief washing over her. “Tomorrow”, she whispered to herself, “is going to count for something.”

title: Fireworks [624 words]

question: What does the story say about what Alex is talking about with his mother and Sam?

answer: No answer

critique: The response misses to answer the question.

question: What does the story say about why Alex commits suicide?

answer: No answer

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

critique: The answer is blank, but it can be inferred that Alex commits suicide because it's the Fourth of July and he wants to see the fireworks.

text: The ending implies that the narrator had a nightmare where Alex committed suicide. It wasn't real. The answer should say that.


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

Life

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

Bequests

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

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

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

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title: Edmund Meyrick

question: Describe Meyrick's relationship to Wales.

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

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

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

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

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

critique: He also held several positions in West Wales.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

question: When did Meyrick live?

answer: 1636 to 1713

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

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

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

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

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

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


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question: Summarize what the text states about enhancing the color of etched stone.

answer: Traditionally, stone enhancing sealers have relied primarily on water and oil based penetrating sealers that do not prevent stains or etching. However, Celine's sealant performance is dramatically increased preventing etching, mold, and mildew and chemical damage. Chemists looked ahead and engineered a process more powerful than others. Not only does it feature a state of the art topical protection with deep penetration, it also features enhancing technology of all dark colored porous stones.

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question: As a customer, does the way this text describes and advertises Celine seem to be interesting?

answer: Based on how it's worded, yes. The text has a very authoritative tone, which can make readers feel more interested in the product.

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critique: "The text has a very authoritative tone, which can make readers feel more interested in the product." - the article doesn't have a tone and mention doing anything to make readers feel interested.

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critique: It is not clear that the text is authoritative.

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


text:
So Joel takes my condoms yesterday to make himself a literal dick head. I forgot, hit the gas station, came back tossed a big box of 12 in the glove compartment because obviously with my stamina and the fact i had pounded 2 red bulls at the gas station. i might had been up for at least half the box mind you not that they'd be filled with anything but cock from end to end but still they wear out after 20-40 mins good to switch so they don't break even the tinniest holes can cause some very significant shit. as i'm bout to turn into the street connecting to her place i get pulled over for my brights being on, get a warning cause well you make a cop half shit his pants laughing at your own stupidity they'll do that; the big ass box of mangums and the story of why i had to jump back to get them obviously didn't hurt. Get there turns out the radio silence i got 20minutes before heading out should had been my indication, that me not having called earlier in the day to scribble down times didn't sit to well. Once a brilliant man-whore, always to be, this life and next infinite loop after such. Of coarse i thought sweet words and honest intentions had smoothed out the cringing of this queens vEEga but not so much. Her mother/room mate living with her tells me she went over to a mutual friends bordelo asks me to retrieve and give a right good spanking to her, like i wasn't going to anyways. i get there right as are friend is pulling up telling me he just dropped her off back at her place. simple fix, hit the joint say my loves and fair goings. Knock and drive momma insane as she doesn't get how i can be back without her, like wise i'm surprised i could get there and still be surprised that she hadn't dropped by and immediately left again. text, text, bullshit of coarse nothing like lack of actual face/face or at least vocal communication to turn my hardest of woods into something closer the the material they make snuggies out of. to be quite honest i believe the whole things was punishment for my "inability " to remember to call her for my date though in all honesty i don't do dates, i do hanging out, casual flirting and making out are my pass times, pretending to give some1 a perfect moment as if it'd always be like that, between the shit all levels of hell are legally allowed to throw upon you daily. seems wrong, dishonest giving hope for a future that might never truly even exist. Before i actually know who you are, what your soul speaks as truth, and if my can intertwine between the cracks with mine to make them both whole. Love and lust are to different beasts. one ready to fight with a the tiniest of glances of a worthy opponent, the other nimble and weak from being beaten and broken over and over. you can only satisfy one at a time and sometimes picking the wrong one for a fight only makes them bleed harder, literally squirts of crimson even, with every beat. anyways i just meant to not call her til it was to late to do anything other then enjoy each others company and shit chat be neath the stars, that quite honestly are just waiting as much as you are to get it on. Simple, direct, no emotional roller coasters, no strapping in and bracing for imminent disaster, just two people not wanting to be alone, and isn't that really the only single grain of truth behind all the bullshit people talk just to hook up? so why hid it, why leave it in a dark corner ashamed when the thought it self is a pure instinct. Neither good nor evil its just are way to survive, to keep growing because those that fight alone, die alone always.

something that i just kept continuously pumping out when some asked me what happend to my date via FB seems like a such a waste to have it just be read by only one person. theres alot of editing obviously and structure problems but i like it, its honest i didn't have to think and make it perfect. but id love to hear any crittiqe you might have. please send all complaints to my email bloodyd4527@yahoo.com so i save them and use them for a good laugh later.

title: your head will only lie with you. Your heart will beat itself later, if you still have one.

question: What does the text say about the narrator's outlook on love?

answer: The narrator believes love and lust are two different beasts. One is ready to fight with a worthy opponent while the other is nimble and weak. While love can be seen as good, lust is inherently evil. The narrator believes in taking life at face value, and that people shouldn't have to hide their instincts to survive.

critique: The narrator does not believe that love is inherently evil.

critique: The narrator does not believe in taking life at face value.

text: It is incorrect that the narrator believes that lust is inherently evil.

question: Summarize the incident with the police officer.

answer: The narrator was pulled over for having his brights on. The officer was amused by the narrator's stupidity and gave him a warning.

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

critique: The narrator was pulled over for having his brights on, but it was not because he was stupid.

critique: The answer should include the narrator's thought process during the incident.

critique: The narrator's stupidity is irrelevant to the question.

critique: The narrator was pulled over for having his brights on. The officer was amused by the narrator's stupidity and gave him a warning.

critique: The narrator was pulled over for having his brights on.

question: What does the text say about celibacy?

answer: No answer

question: Summarize the narrator's childhood.

answer: No answer

critique: The text does not provide any information about the narrator's childhood.


text:
The old woman let the childproof lid drop to the floor and tossed one of the white pills to the back of her mouth, feeling that familiar click on her back teeth. She closed her eyes and swallowed it dry, testing the waters. She attempted to swallow another one but it got caught in the back of her dry throat and began to dissolve, filling her mouth with an unbearable chemical taste.

She placed the bottle back on the table beside the keys to the rusted station wagon out front, picked up a newly emptied rock glass and headed to the kitchen.

The woman fished a nearly empty bottle of vodka out of the freezer and turned it upside down into the glass. It was barely enough to stifle the taste of the pill.

On the couch again she scanned the table in front of her. Her eyes honed in on the prescription bottle once more and she leaned forward with complete certainty, but her outstretched arm was frozen in a moment of unconscious deliberation.

For some reason beyond her she instead picked up the car keys that hadn't been touched for days.

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The traffic on I-5 looked beautiful and uniform, like blood through a vein. Exits branched off like capillaries slowing the vehicles as they pressed towards their destinations. Sometimes it's chaotic, horrifying. All these metal caskets hurtling through space, inches from disaster. Today was different somehow.

Through the frame of the bus window he shifted focus from one vehicle to another while his hand - seemingly independent of his body - took notes on the experience of seeing without the usual vertigo.

His hand came to a stop mid-sentence and he flipped back to one of the first pages in his small moleskin notebook. Page 7:

"More and more they seem to fade. Faces you don't see anymore. Like something seen in the periphery of a dream. The memory and the idea of it are vivid but it's difficult to stitch together a clear image.
It's like your brain realizes it doesn't need the information as much since you haven't used it in a while and moves it to some deeper place of storage, one that doesn't need upkeep. Eventually that original space gets filled with more recent and recurring things.
When you spend enough time seeing and thinking about a person it becomes ingrained. your brain keeps them alive, a part of you. There is a readily accessible likeness of a person you know. you can see them anytime. But with time the image fades. Less thought reaches it to keep it alive. There are no new experiences to reinforce the old ones.
Time keeps passing. We meet new people, learn new things; but however prominent they are in your thoughts they always fade to make way for new ones.
If the times and faces are fading then what about the importance we attach to them? Does it really stay unchanged when the memories fade away? Is it realistic or necessary to try to hold on to it?
God , I don't know where I'm going here. I think I'm just drunk. I need to go to bed."

He closed the book and stared back out the window. He has recently taken to writing in a journal as much as possible. Even when there was nothing to say he would just write about his surroundings. Anything that made it's way through any of his senses would pour out onto paper as it was experienced.

It seemed to give him a sense of fluidity, like everything flowed through him rather than pouring in and getting stuck. It was a newer - and less destructive than usual - way of chasing those moments of clarity that came every so often. That state of transient appreciation where everything is coming and going and you are part of it all. Free of attachments. Nothing gained, nothing lost.

A few blocks ahead was the bus stop in front of the grocery store. He put his notebook away, checked the seat to make sure he didn't leave anything behind, and pulled the string that signals the bus driver to pull up to the next stop.

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In the checkout line of a grocery store on 17th avenue an old woman stands impatiently clutching a bottle of Popov Vodka. She is third in line. A blonde woman in her early twenties parks her cart behind the old woman. Her two or three year old daughter sits facing her, laughing and banging a lollipop on the cart's handlebar.

The old woman makes the mistake of looking back and accidentally makes eye contact with the young mother.

"Isn't she Beautiful?"

The old woman looks down at the child, who just dropped her candy on the floor and seems to be in a state of shock, seconds from a meltdown. Mom notices this and pulls another sucker from her breast pocket before the child can even process the loss.

"Yes," she considers ignoring her entirely but something wouldn't let her, "yes. she's darling."

She then realizes that she has accepted an invitation to a conversation that will last the remainder of her wait in line.

The old woman's face begins to express a sort of fascinated contempt as this stranger begins rattling on as if they were old friends. Her eye contact and enthusiasm are intrusive and she finds herself drawing her attention to the rack of candy next to the register in retreat.

"Next!" shouts the man at the register to no one in particular.

A kid steps forward and places a bottle of water and two notebooks on the counter.
The old woman glances down at a drink cooler across from the candy display and then back at the bottle of vodka in her arm and - as if to make it seem like the alcohol isn't the only reason she is in line - reaches in to the cooler for a water. This seems to make no difference to the woman behind her, still caught up in a mostly one sided conversation.

"I don't know what it is about today but something just feels right about it. I found a lucky penny this morning. Maybe that's it. I bet you walk outside and find one too. There really are good things everywhere, you just don't see them if you aren't open to it, you know?"

"Pennies, huh?" the old woman inches closer to the checkout counter while the man behind it hands the kid his bag.

"That'll be 7.99."

The kid looks as if he forgot this part of the transaction was coming and, with a little effort, pulls out a wrinkled ten dollar bill and places it on the counter. He gets his change and thanks the cashier but pauses before leaving to look back at the women behind him. He had been listening to their conversation and was reluctant to leave before it was over.

He steps outside and is momentarily blinded by the sunlight. Squinting, he lifts his right hand to shield his eyes and realizes he is still holding his change: two dollar bills and one copper coin.

He takes a look out across the parking lot, actually taking in his surroundings. Cars lined up in neat rows. people pushing carts full of groceries. All of them with their own thoughts and lives completely separate from each other, yet interconnected, crossing paths and making decisions that change the outcomes of countless others without ever knowing it.

Back inside the old woman turns away from the register with her bottle shaped brown paper bag to make her way towards the exit.

The kid bends down and places the single coin on the sidewalk in front of the store's automatic doors before walking to the nearest bench to sit.

A few seconds later the old woman stops in the same spot to let her eyes adjust to the brightness. She looks at the ground to see a small shiny coin in front of her. She picks it up and holds it in her hand to examine it, tilting her open palm in different directions to see the glare of the sunlight on it's surface.

From his seat on the bench the kid sees the woman smile slightly. She laughs to herself quietly and shakes her head as she puts the penny in her pocket and begins walking back to her car.

He watches her disappear into the parking lot before pulling out one of his new notebooks. He locates a pen in his back pocket and begins to write.

title: [RF] Untitled short story.

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

answer: The old woman is an addict who would rather be out drinking, answering the child with a distant and blank expression. She rarely speaks to the child and only answers him when the child talks directly to her. She drinks to stifle the taste of the pill she took earlier.

critique: The answer should mention that the old woman's conversation with the mother in the store is awkward and one-sided.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The old woman is not an addict. She is an old woman who is lonely and depressed. She is also an introvert who does not like to socialize.

critique: The old woman is not an addict. She is an alcoholic.

question: Summarize everything relating to the story's title.

answer: No answer

critique: Doesn't summarize everything about the title.

critique: The answer should mention the old woman's age.

critique: The answer should note that the story does not have a title.

question: Summarize the actions performed by the old woman over the course of the story.

answer: The old woman takes a white pill and fills a glass with vodka. She takes a seat on the couch. She picks up the car keys instead of the prescription bottle. In the grocery store, she picks up a bottle of vodka instead of the items on her list. She picks up a penny outside the grocery store and smiles slightly.

critique: The process is reconstructed inaccurately.

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


text:
IGNATIUS JOHN XIV BAR SHAY ALLAH was the Patriarch of Antioch, and head of the Syriac Orthodox Church from 1483 until his death in 1493.[1]

Biography

Early life

John was the son of Shay Allah, who was the son of Sad al-Din, also known as Ibn al-Asfar, and his family was originally from Bartulli.[2] He was born in the city of Mardin in 1442,[3] and became a monk at the Monastery of Mor Hananyo.[4] Whilst at the monastery, John received a special education equal to that of Aziz, the nephew of Ignatius Chaleph of Maʿdan, Patriarch of Antioch,[5] and was educated in Syriac literature by the priests Simon of Amid and John of Mardin, as well as the monks Joshua of Basibrina and David bar Qashafo of Qalat al-Imra'a.[6]

Simon of Amid was a priest at the Church of the Forty Martyrs in Mardin, but died during his education of John and was succeeded by John of Mardin who educated him until he was eighteen.[7] David bar Qashafo taught John astronomy and an anonymous tutor from Constantinople educated him in the use of the use of the astrolabe.[8] John also received an education in dialectics, philosophy, and theology in Mardin, Syria and Egypt.[9]

In 1471, according to official church documents, John was ordained Bishop of Amid,[10] however, it has been argued that the ordination took place in 1474.[11] After his ordination as bishop, John became Ignatius Chaleph's companion and adviser, and was put in charge of his financial affairs.[12] John extended his title to Bishop of Amid and Sawro, so named after the village of Sawro near the Monastery of Mor Abay, where he resided.[13] As bishop, John immediately began to restore dilapidated churches and monasteries throughout his diocese,[14] including the Monastery of Mor Abay.[15]

He also restored the monasteries near the village of Qellet and bought and returned land formerly belonging to the monasteries that had been seized by Muslims.[16] As well as this, John built an extension to the Church of the Forty Martyrs in Mardin, and ransomed eight Georgian captives enslaved by Turkish raids.[17] John gifted the Georgians with horses and supplies to help them to return to Georgia.[18] As a result of his building activities, John accumulated large debts to Ibrahim Beg, Emir of Mardin.[19]

Patriarchate

Following the death of Ignatius Chaleph in 1483, the Syriac Orthodox population of Mardin was divided over who would succeed Chaleph, and John and Baselius Aziz, Maphrian of the East, Chaleph's nephew, and heir presumptive, were the two most popular contenders for the patriarchal throne. Certain bishops subsequently attempted to bribe Ibrahim Beg to usurp the patriarchal throne for themselves. John travelled to meet with Ibrahim Beg alongside the priest John bar Badre and Isa, chief layman of Mardin, and secured his aid so that he may secure the patriarchal throne. John's debts apparently influenced Ibrahim Beg to support John and the emir granted him an official seal of approval and a fine garment.[20]

As patriarch, John continued to build and restore churches and monasteries in the regions of Harput, Se'ert, Mardin, Amid, Nisibis and Mosul, such as the Church of Yoldath Aloho (Mother of God) in Harzam. The patriarch set out to restore a Syriac Orthodox church in the town of Nisibis, which had only three or four Syriac Orthodox households and was largely populated by Nestorians, adherents of a rival church known as the Church of the East. He initially excavated the Church of Mor Jacob with the intention of rebuilding it, but abandoned this effort, and rejected a suggestion to restore the Church of Mor Dimet in the outskirts of Nisibis, as it was too far from the centre. John was shown where the Church of Mor Batlo once stood in the town, and, satisfied by its location, had it excavated.[21] Under Islamic rule, Christians were permitted to only rebuild churches, not build new ones, and thus John, having excavated the ruins of the church, gained official permission from the qadis and faqihs (Islamic jurists) to rebuild the church.[22]

The Nestorians sent a delegation to the Emir of Mardin to protest the reconstruction of the Church of Mor Batlo and claimed there had not be a church there in the past, thus breaking Islamic law, and John was summoned to defend himself. John travelled from Nisibis to Mardin to answer the summons and, with the evidence of the foundations of the original church and the official permission of the qadis and faqihs of Nisibis, the allegations were dismissed and he returned to Nisibis. The Church of Mor Batlo was completed and rededicated as the Church of Mor Batlo and Yoldath Aloho following John's return. John cooperated with Baselius Aziz and the two stayed at the church prior to its consecration. Whilst at the church, John received an apparition of Mor Batlo in a dream who indicated the location of his remains and, in the following morning, John and Baselius Aziz dug at the indicated place and discovered the remains of Mor Batlo. John had a chapel built on the location and connected it to the church. He also appointed a bishop of Nisibis to minister to the Syriac Orthodox population of the town.[23] John's efforts in Nisibis were largely symbolic and were seen as the reclamation of their heritage. This is because the town of Nisibis was the diocese of Jacob of Nisibis, a highly venerated saint in the Syriac Orthodox Church, and thus to appoint a Syriac Orthodox bishop was to reclaim the town from the Nestorians.[24]

Baselius Aziz died shortly after the consecration of the Church of Mor Balto and Yoldath Aloho in 1487 and fear of Nestorian attacks in Mosul led John to travel to the city and restore the nearby Monastery of Mor Behnam.[25] John resolved an issue affecting the Monastery of Mor Hananyo whereby the monks faced harassment from Muslims who lived in a nearby orchard. John threatened the Emir of Mardin that himself and all other members of his church would relocate if the issue was not resolved. The emir capitulated and an agreement was reached by which the aforementioned orchard was exchanged for another property.[26] It was alleged that John was poisoned in 1493 by Joshua, Bishop of Sawro, who would later become patriarch in 1509.[27]

[1] Barsoum (2003)

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[4] Palmer (2007), p. 190

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[7] Palmer (2007), p. 195

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[11] Palmer (2007), p. 192

[12] Palmer (2007), p. 199

[13] Palmer (1990), p. 23

[14] Palmer (2007), p. 193

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[16] Palmer (2007), pp. 199-200

[17] Palmer (2007), p. 200

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[20] Palmer (2007), p. 197

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[22] Palmer (2007), pp. 200-201

[23] Palmer (2007), p. 201

[24] Palmer (2007), p. 202

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[26] Palmer (2007), pp. 202-203

[27] Palmer (1990), p. 46

title: Ignatius John XIV

question: Summarize the significance of John's post as a patriarch.

answer: John's post as a patriarch was significant because he was able to restore many churches and monasteries in the regions of Harput, Se'ert, Mardin, Amid, Nisibis, and Mosul. He was also able to gain permission to rebuild the Church of Mor Batlo. John was also able to cooperate with Baselius Aziz.

critique: John's cooperation with Baselius Aziz is not relevant to the question.

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

critique: He was able to cooperate with Baselius Aziz, not cooperate with Baselius Aziz.

critique: The answer could include the specific details of John's post as a patriarch.

critique: John's post as a patriarch was significant because he was able to restore many churches and monasteries in the regions of Harput, Se'ert, Mardin, Amid, Nisibis, and Mosul. He was also able to gain permission to rebuild the Church of Mor Batlo. John was also able to cooperate with Baselius Aziz.

critique: John's cooperation with Baselius Aziz is not significant.

critique: The answer should mention the Nestorian issue.

critique: The answer should mention the Nestorians.