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WENTWORTH is a township municipality in the Laurentides region of Quebec, Canada, part of the Argenteuil Regional County Municipality, north-west of Lachute.

Its population centres are Louisa and Dunany.

Geography

[Louisa] The township is in the foothills of the Laurentian Mountains, not exceeding above sea level, with a rocky, sandy, gravelly soil that is not conducive to agriculture. However, much of the land was cleared by early Irish settlers for farming and there remains small pockets of pastures along the Dalesville River, especially in the Glen and around the town center. It is dotted with many lakes, such as Curran, Black, McDougall, Rainbow, and most notably Lake Louisa - the largest lake in the Regional County. These lakes attract many cottage vacationers and fishing enthusiasts.[1][2]

The headwater of the Dalesville River, the largest river in Wentworth, begins at the outlet of Barrows Lake on the western edge of the municipality and meanders for approximately 12 km through the municipality.

History

The Gale and Duberger map of 1795 already shows the Wentworth Township, but it was not officially established until 1809.[3] It is unclear if it is named after a village in York County, England, or that it is a tribute to Sir John Wentworth (1737-1820), Lieutenant Governor of Nova Scotia from 1792 to 1808.[4]

Around 1830, a group of settlers composed of Irish and French Canadians, began clearing the rough land with difficulty. In 1845, the Gore Municipality was established, which included the Gore and Wentworth Townships, but it was abolished two years later. In 1855, the Wentworth Township Municipality was formed.[5]

In 1914, a small portion of the Wentworth and Montcalm Townships separated and formed the Municipality of Lac-des-Seize-Îles,[6] and in 1958, Wentworth lost a large chunk of its territory when the Municipality of Wentworth-Nord separated.[7]

Demographics

Mother tongue:[8]

-   English as first language: 47.7%
-   French as first language: 47.7%
-   English and French as first language: 0.9%
-   Other as first language: 2.8%

Education

The Commission scolaire de la Rivière-du-Nord operates French-language public schools.[9]

-   École polyvalente Lavigne in Lachute

The Sir Wilfrid Laurier School Board operates English-language public schools:

-   Laurentian Elementary School in Lachute[10]
-   Laurentian Regional High School in Lachute[11]

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[9] “Trouver une école ou un centre.” Commission scolaire de la Rivière-du-Nord. Retrieved on September 24, 2017. For attendance boundary information, click “Par bassin d'école”

[10] “LAURENTIAN ELEMENTARY ZONE.” Sir Wilfrid Laurier School Board. Retrieved on September 16, 2017.

[11] “LAURENTIAN REGIONAL HS ZONE.” Sir Wilfrid Laurier School Board. Retrieved on September 4, 2017.

title: Wentworth, Quebec

question: According to the passage, what is the demographic of the Wentworth town so diverse?

answer: The demographic of the Wentworth town is so diverse because it is located in the foothills of the Laurentian Mountains. The soil is rocky, sandy, and gravelly. This makes the land not conducive to agriculture. However, much of the land was cleared by early Irish settlers for farming. There are many lakes and rivers in the area. The lakes attract many cottage vacationers and fishing enthusiasts.


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DATARAM (formerly DATARAM CORPORATION) is a manufacturer of computer memory and software products headquartered in Princeton, New Jersey. Dataram Memory was founded in 1967. It provided core memory for many early Digital Equipment computer systems. Dataram's products include memory and storage, and related technical products and services for desktops, laptops, workstations and servers. The company sells worldwide to OEMs, distributors, value-added resellers, embedded manufacturers, enterprise customers and end users. Dataram provides compatible server memory for companies including HP, IBM, Sun Microsystems, Oracle, Dell, Cisco, Lenovo, Intel and AMD.[1] The company's manufacturing facility is in Montgomeryville, Pennsylvania, United States, and has sales offices in the United States, Europe, China, and Japan.

History

Dataram was founded in 1967 as a manufacturer of computer memory for Digital Equipment Corporation (DEC), selling 16 KB core memory.

In 1968, Dataram completed its initial public offering, and began trading on the American Stock Exchange under the symbol DTM.

In 1974, the company developed memory for Digital PDP-11.

In 1976 the company produced the first solid-state drive called _BULK CORE_ for DEC and Data General computers.[2]

In 1987, Dataram produced memory for Sun Microsystems and Apollo workstations.

In 1989, they produced memory for HP/Apollo systems.

In 1999, the company moved from the American Stock Exchange to NASDAQ, trading under the symbol DRAM. They earned the highest number of Intel Advanced Memory Module Qualifications that year.

In 2001, the company acquired Memory Card Technology assets, and again earned the highest number of Intel Advanced Memory Module Qualifications for the year.

In 2002, the company's DDR memory modules for the Intel market received validation from Advanced Validation Labs.

In 2008, the company signed a service and support agreement with IBM, on 9 October 2018 acquired Cenatek Inc.,[3] a privately owned company located in Morgan Hill, California, whose products were based on high-speed storage such as the Rocket Drive PCI-based solid state disk and Ramdisk. The company's research and development was located in Redding, California.

[Dataram Interface Module for a Digital Equipment PDP-8/I]

Awards

In the fall of 2009 Dataram's Chief Technologist won the Tech Awards Circle in the Technologist of the Year category.

In September 2011, Dataram was listed in the Top 100 Companies by _The Star-Ledger_.[4]

Certifications and memberships

Dataram's manufacturing facility is ISO 9001 certified, and its Intel and major clone servers, desktops, RAID, and barebones notebooks have been CMTL certified. In 2001 Dataram was named #52 in the Fortune's 100 Fastest Growing Small Companies. The company is a member of the American Council for Technology (ACT), the Joint Electron Device Engineering Council (JEDEC), the Storage Networking Industry Association (SNIA), Technical Support Alliance Network (TSANet), and a VMware Technology Alliance Partner (TAP).

January 2010, Dataram reached their 12th year of participation in CMTL Test & Certification Programs, having the longest testing relationships of all participants.[5]

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title: Dataram

question: Summarize what the text has to say about the progression of computer memory and software products.

answer: The article states that the company offers memory and storage and related hardware and technical products for desktops, laptops, workstations, and servers. They sell them to OEMs, distributors, VARs, and enterprise customers in more than 156 countries. Over the span of over 50 years, the computer memory has progressed from core memory of 16 KB to solid-state drives. They have also developed products like the first DDR memory modules in the Intel market.

critique: The answer should mention the company's history.

critique: The answer should mention that the company is still in business.

critique: - There is no mention in the text of the year of when the computer memory was progressing.

critique: "They sell them to OEMs, distributors, VARs, and enterprise customers in more than 156 countries. Over the span of over 50 years, the computer memory has progressed from core memory of 16 KB to solid-state drives. They have also developed products like the first DDR memory modules in the Intel market." - is irrelevant to the question and should be deleted.

critique: The response contains a lot of extra information not about progression.

critique: The answer includes information not stated in the text.

critique: The answer could also mention that the company has a manufacturing facility in Pennsylvania.

critique: The response misses to mention the years of Dataram Memory's progression and the products they developed.

critique: The answer mentions the company's iteration of technology over several years. However, information has not been found on its progression.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: The answer should mention the year the company was founded.

text: The article doesn't contain information about the technological progress of memory and storage.

category: accuracy

refinement: The article states that the company offers memory and storage and related hardware and technical products for desktops, laptops, workstations, and servers. They sell them to OEMs, distributors, VARs, and enterprise customers in more than 156 countries. Over the span of over 50 years, the computer memory has progressed from core memory of 16 KB to solid-state drives. They have also developed products like the first DDR memory modules in the Intel market.

question: Summarize how the enhancement of computer technology throughout the world has been contingent upon advancements made in the United States and in Japan.

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critique: No answer. This is not a requirement for the task.

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[A modern reproduction of the Catalan Atlas depicting the eastern Mediterranean region.] [Detail of the Catalan Atlas, the first compass rose depicted on a map.] The CATALAN ATLAS (, ) is a mediaeval world map, or mappamundi, created in 1375 that has been described as the most important map of the Middle Ages in the Catalan language,[1][2] and as “the zenith of medieval map-work”.[3] Despite its name, it is not an atlas.

It was produced by the Majorcan cartographic school, possibly by Cresques Abraham, a Jewish book illuminator who was described by a contemporary as a master of _mappae mundi_ as well as of compasses.[4] It was in the royal library of France (now the Bibliothèque nationale de France) by 1380, in the time of King Charles V. The Catalan Atlas originally consisted of six vellum leaves (each circa ) folded vertically, painted in various colours including gold and silver.[5] They were later mounted on the front and back of five wooden panels, with the ends enclosed in a leather binding by Simon Vostre c.1515, restored most recently in 1991. Wear has split each leaf into two.[6]

Description

The first two leaves contain texts in Catalan covering cosmography, astronomy, and astrology. These texts are accompanied by illustrations. The texts and illustration emphasise the Earth's spherical shape and the state of the known world. They also provide information to sailors on tides and how to tell time at night.[7]

The four remaining leaves make up the actual map, with Jerusalem located close to the centre; two depict the Orient; the remaining two show Europe, along with North and West Africa. The map is around in size. It shows illustrations of many cities—Christian cities with a cross, other cities with a dome—and with each city's political allegiance indicated by a flag. Wavy blue vertical lines are used to symbolise oceans. Place names of important ports are transcribed in red, while others are indicated in black. The illustrations and most of the text are oriented towards the edges of the map, suggesting it was intended to be used by laying it flat and walking around it.[8]

The oriental portion of the Catalan Atlas illustrates numerous religious references as well as a synthesis of medieval _mappae mundi_ and the travel literature of the time, especially Marco Polo's _Book of Marvels_ and Mandeville's _Travels and Voyage of Sir John Mandeville_. Many Indian and Chinese cities can be identified.[9] The explanatory texts report customs described by Polo and catalogue local economic resources, real or supposed.

The Western portion is similar to contemporary portolan charts, but contains the first compass rose known to have been used on such a chart.[10]

Gallery

File:Atles català (full 1, ca000003).jpg|Reproduction of the first leaf File:Atles català (full 2, ca000001).jpg|Reproduction of the second leaf File:1375 Atlas Catalan Abraham Cresques.jpg|Montage of 8 pages (the third to sixth leaves) of the original 1375 Catalan Atlas File:El mar Mediterráneo en el Atlas catalán de Cresques Abraham.jpg|Modern copy of western half

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question: What does the markings of the map say about the intended audience of the Catalan Map?

answer: The map is oriented so that the user can walk around it. It also has a compassrose. These can be used by a traveler to navigate. It also shows the religious significance of the cities. These features indicate that the map was probably made for a traveler.

critique: The map was probably made for a traveler, but this is not necessarily true.

critique: The compass rose was not the only way to navigate.

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DAVID GEORGE BALDWIN (born March 30, 1938) is an American former professional baseball pitcher.

Life and career

[Dave Baldwin in 2007] Born in Tucson, Arizona, on March 30, 1938, Baldwin pitched for three years for the University of Arizona. In the 1959 College World Series he beat Fresno State 5 to 1 on a two-hitter and lost the final game of the series 5 to 3 to Oklahoma State.[1] He signed with the Philadelphia Phillies in 1959 and pitched on three pennant winners in his first four years of pro ball.[2]

Later, he was a relief specialist for the Washington Senators (1966–69), Milwaukee Brewers (1970), and Chicago White Sox (1973). In 176 games he compiled a record of 6 wins and 11 losses, with 23 saves and an ERA of 3.08. The combined batting average of opponents against him was .234. In 1967, he ranked 3rd in the American League and 5th in the major leagues (of pitchers with 10 or more appearances) with an ERA of 1.70.[3] That season he ranked 5th in the American League for relief runs saved (11.8), ranked 7th in saves (12), and ranked 9th in pitching appearances (58).[4] In 1970, Baldwin led major league pitchers in range factor per nine innings (a measure of fielding proficiency) with a value of 5.094, the seventh highest value ever compiled.[5]

In 1974, Baldwin, at age 36, was the second oldest player in both the Pacific Coast League and the American Association.[6] Baldwin did not commit an error during his six-year major league career, handling 64 total chances (15 putouts, 49 assists) and committed only three errors throughout the 16 years he played professional baseball. But he was arguably the worst hitter in major league history. He achieved the only base hit of his career by beating out a bunt.

After he retired from baseball in 1974 he earned a Ph.D. in genetics and an M.S. in systems engineering from the University of Arizona.[7] He worked as a geneticist, engineer, and artist until his retirement in 2003.[8] Subsequently, he has collaborated with other researchers studying the physics, physiology, and psychology of baseball.[9] In addition, he has published his baseball memoir, _Snake Jazz_, and (under the pen name “DGB Featherkile”) a collection of his poetry, _Limbic Hurly-Burly_. Many of his poems have appeared in such journals as American Poetry Journal, Blue Unicorn, and Evansville Review.[10] His poetry won the Atlanta Review's 2007 International Publication Prize and the 2009 Fluvanna Prize from The Lyric.

Baldwin's painting “Fugue for the Pepper Players” is in the collection of the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York, and was featured in _Treasures of the Baseball Hall of Fame_ by John Thorn (1998) pp. 188–189.[11][12]

Baldwin has been inducted into the University of Arizona Sports Hall of Fame (class of 2015) and the Pima County, Arizona, Sports Hall of Fame (class of 2011). He received the Professional Achievement Award from the University of Arizona Alumni Association in 2009.

Selected publications

-   Bahill, A. T. & Baldwin, D. G. (2007) “Describing baseball pitch movement with right-hand rules”, _Computers in Biology and Medicine_, 37:1001–1008.
-   Bahill, A.T. & Baldwin, D. G. (2004) “The rising fastball and other perceptual illusions of batters.” In _Biomedical Engineering Principles in Sports_. G. K. Hung and J. M. Pallis, eds. NY: Kluwer Academic / Plenum. pp. 257–287.
-   Bahill, A. T., Baldwin, D. G., & Venkateswaran, J. (2005) “Predicting a baseball's path”, _American Scientist_, 93(3):218-225.
-   Baldwin, D. (2008) _Snake Jazz_. Philadelphia: Xlibris (self-published).
-   Baldwin, D. G. (2001) “How to win the blame game”, _Harvard Business Review_, 79(7):55-62.
-   Baldwin, D. G. and Bahill, A.T. (2004) “A model of the bat's vertical sweetness gradient.” In The Engineering of Sport (5). M. Hubbard, R.D. Mehta, and J. M. Pallis, eds. Proceedings of the 5th International Engineering of Sport Conference, September 13–16, 2004, Davis, California, International Sports Engineering Association (ISEA), Sheffield, UK, 2:305–311.
-   Baldwin, D. G., Bahill, A.T., and Nathan, A. (2007) “Nickel and dime pitches”, _Baseball Research Journal_, 35:25-29.
-   Featherkile, DGB. (2009) _Limbic Hurly-Burly: Poems of Humor and Paradox_. Yachats, Oregon: Stillman & Hyla.
-   Mangan, R. L. and Baldwin, D. (1986) “A new cryptic species of Odontoloxozus (Neriidae: Diptera) from the cape region of Baja California Sur (Mexico).” _Proceedings of the Entomological Society of Washington (D.C.)_, 88:110-121.
-   McBeath, M. K., Nathan, A. M., Bahill, A. T., and Baldwin, D.G. (2008) “Paradoxical pop-ups: Why are they difficult to catch?” _American Journal of Physics_, 76(8):723-729.

Selected Solo Art Exhibits

[Dave Baldwin's painting “Fugue for the Pepper Players”]

-   _Thousand Oaks Civic Arts Plaza_, Thousand Oaks, California (Apr.-May 1997).
-   _Grants Pass Museum of Art_, Grants Pass, Oregon (June–July 1997).
-   _R. Howard Dobbs University Center_, Emory University, Atlanta (Nov. 1997).
-   _Sarratt Gallery_, Vanderbilt University, Nashville, Tennessee (Jan.-Feb. 1998).
-   _Randall L. Jones Theatre_, Utah Shakespearean Festival, Southern Utah University, Cedar City, Utah (June-Aug. 1998).

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title: Dave Baldwin (baseball)

question: What does the text say about Dave Baldwin's career after he retired from professional baseball?

answer: After retiring from professional baseball in 1974, Dave Baldwin earned his Ph.D. in genetics and an M.S. in systems engineering from the University of Arizona. He worked as a geneticist, engineer, and artist until his retirement in 2003. Baldwin collaborated with other researchers studying the physics, physiology, and psychology of baseball. In addition, he published his baseball memoir called "Snake Jazz", and a collection of his poetry, "Limbic Hurly Burly".


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The sky is poetic when you consider it emotionally: sunsets draw tears and rolling tongues of clouds pull mouths open and vicious, wandering storms inspire dizzying cries for God or help or *someone*.

I am not poetic.

This is what makes me stare at the cottage-cheese ceiling in my room at night and wonder why I will never admire myself. I conjure you and watch you effortlessly twist nails into your hands, watch the wounds bleed ink and meaning, because you always told me you admired me but I never believed you, and the way your eyes would look not into me but behind me made me nervous and I think that’s why you could never really love me.

But I tried.

*Fuck you* I tried.

I tried and then I told myself that your angled good looks were beyond me and that your ancient, slippery tongue would never find mine and then I ached until I could convince myself of some flaw you weren’t aware of. I tangled myself into tight enough knots that I couldn’t walk straight and I couldn’t unwind myself for long enough to make hollow conversation or take deep enough breaths.

I wanted your easy wit and your offensive charm but I wanted you to give it to me like a lesson so I could hang it on the wall like a picture and remember the time I fell in love with the idea of a boy. And I didn’t care that I knew you would never feel awful, rooted things for me. I never cared about that.

And I made like I was finding myself or something because your body sitting next to mine made me feel shallow and hopeless and all I wanted to do was be *your* type of person and then you would let me crawl inside of you and decipher your secrets for myself.

You were different than anyone I knew with your swarming lies and your spangled lines of art and people and pale, tortured love stories. You drew me in with those choked eyes of yours like the depths of you were hungry for something you knew you would never have.

Storms strike first from a distance: all swirling, coked-up air and this graceful, rhythmic dance between high and low pressure that spins so far out of control it makes hearts grow restless even when all you can see of it makes it look like a gray, stretched-out cotton ball. I watch cagey men on National Geographic. I watch them crawl in head-first, greedy-eyed. I cringe at their middle fingers raised to the clouded sun.

You gutted me.

You gutted me and you didn’t realize that you’d done it because I didn’t turn myself inside-out for you like you thought I did. I absorbed you and leaked you back out and you smiled at me as if to say *you’re the girl I’ve been waiting for* and I was so drunk with your approval that I couldn’t look at my toenails without seeing them through your eyes.

But my heart pounded with each inch you let me head in your direction and you welcomed me with your spinning, wild arms and I smiled at you as if to say *you get all of me but you don’t get to know why* because that was my idea of mystery.

You didn’t ask questions.

I watch storm chasers and I watch twisters pick up houses and cows and spit them back out crumbled and worthless. I watch how the air, coiling, grins and doesn’t stop. I watch adrenaline-junkies point their cameras and get the shot and I watch their smiles: that kid on Christmas morning clutching a toy helicopter like it’s all he’s ever going to need.

I haven’t moved from this place since you left.

If I move I’ll get caught up in your backlash and your intelligent, twitching fingers with those sweet, tidy good-byes of yours. I’ll gag on the memory of you and your drugged march because you had to be going somewhere always, forced to inhale the comforting slant of your whole body, the one I knew like the curve of my own reflection.

I remember you gave me a notebook once, and you wrote my name in your earnest chicken scratch on the inside of the sturdy red cover and you told me *go crazy* but I didn’t. I sat and watched you scribble yourself into oblivion on your own blank pages. I could never dream up enough words to write a good sentence. You thought we were kindred, back then. You told me not to look for it, just to find it, and I would know. You told me a lot of things and I remember them all, but your words sit beside me like a pale sketch of you, eyes wide and shoulders slack. For a long time your words filled me up but now they’re just scraps of your character that I can’t seem to hide anywhere.

Sometimes I wish you were still here but mostly the riprap of ripped-up ground and shattered houses you have left me with feel like home enough to crawl into and sleep. The imprint of your body here is big enough so the sheets puff thick around my head and I’ll never have to breathe again.

You were poetic enough for the both of us.

title: Riprap

question: What does the story say about how the narrator feels about her ex-boyfriend?

answer: The narrator finds her ex-boyfriend to be poetic and he thinks of this as a reason why they could never really love her. She tries to ache until she can convince herself of something he isn't aware of. The narrator wants his easy wit, offensive charm, and swarming lies. She wants all of him and he doesn't give it to her. She feels they are not kindred and the narrator feels the imprint of his body is big enough so she can sleep.

critique: The narrator doesn't necessarily think of her ex-boyfriend as poetic.

critique: The narrator finds her ex-boyfriend to be poetic and he thinks of this as a reason why they could never really love her.  - this sentence is inaccurate. The narrator finds her ex-boyfriend to be poetic and he thinks of this as a reason why they could never really love her.

critique: The answer seems to be about the narrator and not the ex-boyfriend.

critique: The narrator's ex-boyfriend is not the only one who is poetic. The sky is also poetic.

critique: The narrator's feelings about her ex-boyfriend are not expressed in the story.

question: What does the story say about why they broke up?

answer: No answer

critique: The response misses to mention that the narrator's ex-boyfriend left her.

critique: The response is inaccurate and needs to be re-written.

critique: The story tells us that the narrator broke up with their partner.

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


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	She sat at the edge of her hospital bed looking out to the misty morning rolling over the city. She watched the birds roll and play with the wind that came off of the sea; she did this every morning. It had been hard for her these past few weeks, ever intensive treatments or  experimental drugs, she was fighting but losing her stamina.
	She got up slowly cringing at the feel of the chilled floor on her bare feet. She supported herself with the iv, she found it sad that  she was so young but she needed help just to walk down the hall.
	She was on her usual morning stroll around the hospital to see if there was any new excitement this morning. She noticed her favorite nurse and gave her a wave but she looked right past her with very sad look on her face. This wasn’t uncommon some mornings, they were always busy.
She walked to one of her favorite hallways, it was her favorite because of the pattern on the carpet in this section of the hospital. Also it was one of the most used hallways in the hospital and from here she could sit in one of the big couches and watch people as they came or left. She loved watching people leave, walking out into the morning daylight, she was envious.
	It was then that she noticed the kind looking elderly man sitting contently alone on one of the couches, it looked as though he was pondering something with a happy gaze on his face. She didn’t know what it was but there was something about this kindly looking old man that seemed so familiar to her, and so she decided to make a friend this morning.
	She loved talking to new people and hearing their stories of why they were there, Sometimes she comforted, sometimes she waited with people expecting new family members. Those were her favorite, seeing the joy on the family's faces when they got to see a new baby; she hadn’t felt that kind of joy ever.
	As she approached the old man he broke his stare into the distance and greeted her with a kind warm smile.
	“What’s your name my dear?” he asked with  a slightly trembling deep voice as she sat down next to him.
	“Katherine, but my friends just call me Kathy. You can call me Kathy.” she said so sure of herself, though she appeared so weak.
	“Ahhh Katherine, what a beautiful name. You know I had a daughter named Katherine, she was so beautiful.” he replied giving the young girl a slight wink.
	She giggled at this, “So what brings you here today mister?”
	“Ahh, just visiting someone. I was waiting for them to come get me, you see I can’t walk that well anymore.” He said with a slight grin showing in his eyes.
	“Well...” Katherine coughed slightly “Well, I can’t walk that well either so that makes both of us!” She smiled at the old man.
	“What is your favorite animal Kathy?” The old man asked softly.
	“Well any type of bird really.” She responded with happiness in her weak voice.
	“Have I got a story for you.” Said the old man.
	He told her all about birds and it was the most amazing story she had ever heard. He told about his time as a pilot, flying so fast and gracefully with the birds, rolling and playing on the currents of winds. She was entranced. He told her about his time paragliding, “Sometimes it was as if I had wings, just like the birds.” he told her.
	They talked for hours it seemed but no one came to meet the old man.
	“Well I’ve taken up enough of you time mister I really should get back to my bed.” Kathy started to get up.
	“Do you have time for just one more story Kathy?” The old man asked.
	“Well I guess just one more.” She sat back again getting comfortable.
	“Well this one is about a strong young girl. She was so beautiful, but she had such a horrible illness.” There was a hint of sadness in his voice. “She fought for so long, but she got so tired.”
	Kathy saw a tear rolling down the old man’s face. She looked away and noticed her parents rushing into the hospital through the big glass doors tears in their eyes. She got up as fast as she could calling to them, but they just kept on walking to the elevators and got in.
	She turned around to the old man confused and said “What’s going on mister?”
	They can’t hear you sweetie, that’s why I’m here.
It was then that she knew exactly who he was, she knew he’d seemed familiar.
	“But why did you make me fight, why did you make me feel all that pain? Why would you do that to me?” She was becoming upset.
	Another tear rolled down his face. “My sweet Kathy, all the pain you felt I felt doubly, I tried to let you fight it, I really did. You are one of the strongest people I’ve ever watched over, I wanted you to win, but some fights we just can’t. Please, understand I was always with you, I was always holding you through the worst of it.” There was pain in his voice.
	She walked back to him and wiped the tears from his face, she was walking more stable now. “It’s okay, I know it’s time.”
	With this the old man slowly stood up. “I have and will always love you so very much Kathy, you are always so strong.” The wrinkles had faded from his face now as he stood up.
	“Would you like to go for a nice walk Kathy?” The man inquired.
	“Only if you’ll tell me those wonderful stories again.” She said with a smile.
	“Come, I’ll show you.” He took her hand and they walked through the big glass doors together, into the beautiful morning light.

title: The Visitor

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

answer: The narrator is in a hospital, and they have trouble walking. They watch the birds out their window, and they walk around their building. They watch other people leave and arrive, and they meet a kind old man in the hospital.

text: The narrator is Kathy and she's female, so there is no need to use singular they.

category: coherence

question: Summarize everything relating to God.

answer: The old man is God. He tells Katherine stories of birds and takes her on a walk. He says that he has always loved her.

critique: The answer should mention that God is the narrator.

critique: "He says that he has always loved her." - this is irrelevant and should be deleted.

text: "The old man is God." - This part of the answer is inaccurate. There was no mention of God anywhere in the text and it's also possible that the old man is an angel.

question: Summarize everything relating to Kathy's upbringing.

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that Kathy's parents rush into the hospital and she calls to them, but they don't hear her.

critique: The answer should mention that Kathy's parents are mentioned as rushing into the hospital.

critique: The response should have a quote from the text which mentions Kathy's upbringing.

question: Summarize everything relating to negative emotions.

answer: The narrator's favorite nurse had a sad look on her face. The narrator's parents rush into the hospital, crying. The narrator is upset when she realizes she is dead.

critique: The response misses to mention that the elderly man has tears in his eyes.


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Another short story that I just wrote. It is still a **rough draft** ,still also in Notepad please help me get things looking better please. I might want to put these together someday for her. If she ever wanted them. High hopes I know... This sucks guys and gals. I am just writing off my heart and mind so it wont be perfect. I think I might put a sub reddit up for them if people enjoy them enough. Or maybe just for myself.

Here you go:

"The Loneliness of an Open Room"

I sit still and listen sometimes to everything around me. Thoughts shut out, cold feelings all

around me. The room used to be warm, loving, welcoming. Not anymore, things just sit and feel cold.

The love has gone, the anger radiates. It knows the pain I feel and just lives off it. I wish

things could be different, but they can not be. It hurts.

Some mornings I used to make breakfast for two, hash browns, two eggs each, two pieces of toast

each and a nice glass of craneberry juice with half water. She did not like it strong. So I would

get everything ready for us to relax together on the couch producing warmth from the love we

shared. But now I sit in the dark. Just trying to get the room to speak, but it does not speak to

me knowing I am at fault and punishing me for the things I have done. I would just watch her

watching the tv. She would look at me and ask, what? But I never had a response because I would get

lost just looking into the eyes of the love I lost. I still do not know what I was thinking while I

looked into her eyes, our future? Where we might live someday? Maybe it was if our future child

together might look as beatuiful as her? I do not know now. Now I look and I see nothing but dark.

It hurts.

Evenings would come and she would come home from work and I would be like a dog, sitting and

waiting for her arrival. Sometimes we would make dinner together before I had to go to work sharing

the kitchen, me getting in the way because I wanted to try and help. Being told to go get a show

ready to watch. I knew she loved me. I knew I had everything. I would have something on that we

both would like to watch ready as she brought something she put together in for us to eat. I just

wanted her to sit and relax so I would offer to get drinks, napkins, seconds. But she would just

want me to sit with her as well. So I did. I was happy, we were happy. But why am I the way I am...

I still do not know and I need to find out so I can try and get things back. It hurts.

Now I get home from work and I just go to sleep so I do not have to think about breakfast without

her in the open room that use to be filled. Walking right be it not looking into the dark. By the

time I wake it has been eight or nine hours and I have to get something together for lunch. We

never really has lunch together so it does not really hurt to do it myself. Something small and

easy to make, a small sandwich maybe or just crackers and cheese, while I just sit in silence,

looking at the floor. Alone. That will be my meal till midnight at work, just thinking most of the

night on how I need to change. I do not want to eat lunch at work but I know if I do not I will get

tired faster. So I force down the food just thinking of her. Thinking if she is still on her phone

on Facebook just re-reading comments she has already seen. But most of all I think of her safe and

asleep. I wish I could be with her in slumber, but I can not be. It hurts.

The room is every room in the house. It is the loneliness of an open room that makes me not want to

be here anymore. Things need to change and be better so I can feel the warmth of her touch and the

beauty of her eyes.

Edit: co-worker said I need to fix a lot. So pardon my poor grammar.

title: The loneliness of an Open Room (Rough Draft)

question: What does the text say about how the narrator remembers his girlfriend?

answer: The narrator remembers his girlfriend as a person who made breakfast every morning. She preferred hash browns, eggs over medium, and a glass of cranberry juice with half water. Dinner would include something easy to make like a small sandwich and cheese. They used to watch a show together every night. He loved her so much and just wanted her to relax so he would offer to get the snacks and napkins on the couch. He still can't believe that she is gone and is alone, wishing he could still be with her.

critique: The sentence describing the narrator's favorite TV show should be moved after the previous sentence.

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

critique: The answer doesn't express how the memories of the memories make him sad or hurt, as is mentioned in the text.

critique: "The narrator remembers his girlfriend as a person who made breakfast every morning. She preferred hash browns, eggs over medium, and a glass of cranberry juice with half water." - irrelevant. This is because it's the narrator who is making breakfast (alone) and not his girlfriend. Should be removed.

critique: "He loved her so much and just wanted her to relax so he would offer to get the snacks and napkins on the couch." - these sentences do not add to the narrative of how the narrator remembers his girlfriend and can be deleted from the answer.

critique: The answer is not clear and needs to be re-written.

critique: "Dinner would include something easy to make like a small sandwich and cheese" is inaccurate because the narrator's wife never made dinner with him.

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

critique: The response contains several inaccuracies.

critique: The narrator's girlfriend is not gone. She left him.

critique: The narrator's girlfriend was not a person who made breakfast every morning. The narrator was the one who made breakfast every morning.

critique: The narrator wants to remember her, not just recall her.

critique: The narrator's wife is not his girlfriend.

question: What does the story say about unrequited love?

answer: The narrator talks about how he feels unrequited love from his estranged wife, who it seems is not interested in him anymore. He thought she felt the same way about him, as he wanted to make her breakfast in the morning and dinner in the evenings. He would make coffee for her everyday and watch TV together with her. However, she wasn't interested in him anymore, as the narrator believes that she is on the computer all day.

critique: The story doesn't say that the narrator is estranged from his wife.

critique: "What does the story say about unrequited love?" is the question posed, and there isn't any mention of "unrequited love" in the story. It is not a theme or a motif, or mentioned at all in the story. Consequently, it is incorrect to mention that it's about unrequited love.

critique: "However, she wasn't interested in him anymore, as the narrator believes that she is on the computer all day." - this is not true. The response by the co-worker should be omitted.

critique: The narrator's wife is not his wife anymore, so it's not accurate to say she is his wife.

critique: The story does not say that the narrator's wife is not interested in him anymore.

critique: The narrator's wife is not his wife anymore.

critique: It wasn't the narrator's wife with whom he tried to build his future. The story doesn't say anything about the narrator's wife. It is about a present tense memory of a woman he thinks he used to love.

critique: The narrator is not talking about his estranged wife. He is talking about his ex-girlfriend.

critique: "I would make coffee for her everyday and watch TV together with her. However, she wasn't interested in him anymore, as the narrator believes that she is on the computer all day." - rephrase the second half of the sentence.

critique: The narrator is not talking about his estranged wife.

critique: He is alone and imagines her as he wishes, not that she is on the computer.

critique: The response misses to mention that the narrator feels lonely in the house after his wife left him.

critique: "as the narrator believes that she is on the computer all day." - this is incorrect. The story doesn't mention that the narrator thinks the wife is on the computer. This should be omitted.

critique: The coherence of the content is shaky as it has multiple issues with sentence structure and, hence; clarity.

critique: "He thought she felt the same way about him, as he wanted to make her breakfast in the morning and dinner in the evenings. He would make coffee for her everyday and watch TV together with her. However, she wasn't interested in him anymore, as the narrator believes that she is on the computer all day." - this is incorrect. The narrator never says anything about her being on the computer. It is also not stated that she had interest in him anymore.

text: No answer.

refinement: The narrator talks about how he feels unrequited love from his estranged wife, who it seems is not interested in him anymore. He thought she felt the same way about him, as he wanted to make her breakfast in the morning and dinner in the evenings. He would make coffee for her everyday and watch TV together with her. However, she wasn't interested in him anymore, as the narrator believes that she is on the computer all day.


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Building a prototype helps entrepreneurs narrow down what works and what doesn’t. They help you take your vision for a product from concept to completion and from the idea stage to the market.

Michael Bredemeier, Co-Founder and COO, Little Toader, maker of AppeTEETHERS teething toys, shared five expert tips on bringing your prototype to market with Small Business Trends.

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Prototype Development Tips

Know What a Prototype Is

According to Bredemeier, the definition is as follows:

“A prototype is a physical representation of a product that is meant to be as close to final product as possible.”

The part about being as close to the final product as possible is important. If the design is missing something that needs to be there, the prototype allows you to see that before you go into production. Bredemeier also points out a prototype can be useful a way to market the product to potential buyers because they can actually touch and hold it.

Take Advantage of the Latest Technology

It’s no surprise this is considered one of the most important tips in our age of constant digital innovation.  In the case of a prototype, 3-D technology is unavoidable. Fair enough, but how does this technology work?

In three stages:

Scan: First you need to create a 3D scan. This is about making a virtual design of what you want to create in a computer using the right software.

Model. The right software creates a 3D model. Once you’ve got that done, you need to “slice” the model into two dimensional images.

Print. A 3D printer can print the object layer by layer. This technology reads two dimensional images and creates three dimensional objects.

“Three dimensional printing of a prototype provides us the ability to feel the product and view it in its actual form,” Bredemeier writes. “It is very difficult to get a feel of the actual size of an object until you can pick it up and view it in your hands.”

Like a lot of other technologies, 3D printing is opening the door for small entrepreneurs to create their own prototypes. It puts the process in their hands and drives costs down.

Keep an Open Mind During the Process

Small businesses need to remember a prototype is close, but it’s not an exact version of the final product. They might not have all of the moving parts, exact weight and often color of the finished version.

”Also, until you have produced a product, even a sample version, you don’t know the actual cost and feasibility to produce it on a large scale,” Bredemeier writes. In short that all means the prototype might be telling you the entire project won’t work.  You can even wind up with an outstanding prototype and move on to a production sample only to find the costs make the entire project unfeasible.  Make sure you understand what the prototype is telling you.

Understand the Steps Involved

Although there are as many different prototypes as entrepreneurs who invent them, the steps involved are basically the same for all small businesses. That said, here’s the formula  that will help you to bring that prototype to market–idea conception+ creative design+  technical design+final product specifications= prototype.

Sound straightforward? Keep in mind that Bredemeier envisions a future where: “As the cost of 3D printing goes down and the quality and capabilities of 3D printing improves, traditional production will be replaced by 3D printing of products.”

That means 3D technology should eventually blur the lines between the steps so the final product and the prototype are the same.

Keep Things Simple

It’s always a good idea to keep things simple. Less is more is generally a good rule because the fewer moving parts the prototype has, the better. Any small business with a tangible product can and should have a prototype. Finally, expect that you’ll need to make tweaks before you get to the final product stage.

_3D Printer Photo via Shutterstock_

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question: What is the main benefit of having a prototype before product launch?

answer: It helps entrepreneurs narrow down what works and what doesn't.

critique: The answer should mention that the prototype allows the entrepreneur to see that before they go into production.

critique: Doesn't mention being able to see the flaws before going into production.

critique: The answer should mention that the prototype allows entrepreneurs to see that before they go into production.

critique: The answer should be more specific about what a prototype is.

critique: It would be better to say that the prototype helps entrepreneurs get to the final product stage.

critique: It is omitted that it also helps entrepreneurs take their vision for a product from concept to completion.

critique: The answer should mention that the prototype allows entrepreneurs to see whether the design is missing something that needs to be there before going into production.


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GLOSSIPHONIIDAE are a family of FRESHWATER PROBOSCIS-BEARING LEECHES. These leeches are generally flattened, and have a poorly defined anterior sucker. Most suck the blood of freshwater vertebrates like amphibians, crocodilians and aquatic turtles, but some feed on invertebrates like oligochaetes and freshwater snails instead. Although they prefer other hosts, blood-feeding species will opportunistically feed from humans.

There is considerable interest in the symbiotic bacteria that at least some glossiphoniids house in specialized organs called bacteriomes. The bacteria are thought to provide the leeches with nutrients that are scarce or absent from their regular diets. _Haementeria_ as well as _Placobdelloides_ have Enterobacteriaceae symbionts, while _Placobdella_ harbours peculiar and independently derived Alpha Proteobacteria.

Systematics and taxonomy

The relationships between members of Glossiphoniidae are not completely understood. Constituent genera include:

-   _Alboglossiphonia_
-   _Batracobdella_
-   _Batracobdelloides_
-   _Boreobdella_
-   _Glossiphonia_
-   _Marsupiobdella_
-   _Placobdella_ Blanchard, 1893 - includes _Desserobdella_ Barta & Sawyer, 1990 and _Oligobdella_ Moore , 1918, formerly in Glossiphoniinae (see de Carle et al. for more recent work on this genus [1])
-   _Placobdelloides_ Sawyer, 1986 - possibly paraphyletic or polyphyletic
-   _Theromyzon_
-   _Torix_

Ecology and behavior

Glossiphoniid leeches exhibit remarkable parental care, the most highly developed one among the known annelids. They produce a membranous bag to hold the eggs, which is carried on the underside. The young attach to the parent's belly after hatching and are thus ferried to their first meal.[2]

Certain Glossiphoniidae parasitize amphibian species. For example, some members of the Glossiphoniidae are known to attack the inner oral cavity of the Rough-skinned Newt.[3]

Medical importance

While glossiphoniids do not preferentially feed on humans, they are nonetheless of medical interest. As with all blood- or haemolymph-feeding leeches, their saliva, contains anticoagulant compounds which are potentially useful in therapy of some cardiovascular diseases. Antistasin and related inhibitors of thrombokinase a such as ghilanten, lefaxin and therostatin have been derived from _Haementeria_ species and _Theromyzon tessulatum_. These substances also may prevent certain tumors from metastasizing. Also from _Haementeria_ are the fibrin stabilizing factor a inhibitor tridegin, a platelet adhesion inhibitor (leech anti-platelet protein; LAPP), and the fibrinogen-dissolving enzymes hementin and hementerin. _T. tessulatum_ also yields therin, theromin and tessulin, which inhibit protease activity. Ornatins, which are antiplatelet glycoprotein IIb-IIIa antagonists, were discovered in _Placobdella ornata_, and several species have yielded hyaluronidases.

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[3] C.M. Hogan, 2008

title: Glossiphoniidae

question: What does the article say about how to fight a Glossiphoniidae invasion?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the article does not mention how to fight a Glossiphoniidae invasion.

critique: The answer should mention that the article does not provide any information on how to fight a Glossiphoniidae invasion.

critique: "No answer"  is not a correct answer. The model should write an appropriate answer.

question: What would be a reasonable way to fight a Glossiphoniidate invasion?

answer: Since they are leeches, they are likely to be vulnerable to salt water.

critique: There is no evidence that suggest that they are leeches, they are freshwater leeches. There is nothing in the article beyond them being freshwater leeches.

critique: The answer is not clear and needs to be rephrased.

critique: The answer is not supported by the text.

text: It is omitted they are fresh water leeches.

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SYED AFSAR MADAD NAQVI (; 10 August 193311 January 1997), was a prominent 20th-century's sculptor. He is best known for his pure realistic monumental sculptures which can be seen in many places around the country (such as Roshan Khan/Jahangir Khan Squash Complex, Fleet Club, Arts Council of Pakistan, Markaz-e-Sadaat-e-Amroha Centre, Hasan Square Karachi, Star Gate Karachi, Quaid-e-Azam International Airport, Village Restaurant, Metropol Hotel etc.). Afsar Madad Naqvi was a master Pakistani sculptor and painter. He was a founder member of the Central Institute of Arts and Crafts Karachi.

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Early life and education

Afsar Madad Naqvi was born in 1933 at Amroha, India. Diploma and Post-diploma from the Government College of Arts and Crafts, Lucknow, India. Trained under renowned sculptor Mohammad Hanif at Lucknow College of Arts and Crafts in the early 60s.

Career

He was one of the few qualified sculptors who could teach the technique of making life-size armature, simple casting and multiple casting with permanent moulds. He worked with great ease and facility in metals, wood, cement, Plaster of Paris, marble, stone and clay.[1]

He came to Pakistan in 1962 and shortly after that and had a solo show at the Karachi Arts Council Hall, which was also the country's first solo sculpture exhibition. When Mr. Nawabzada Wajid Mehmood founded the Central Institute of Arts and Crafts, he requested him to set up the sculpture studio and he have lived up to this responsibility since then.

Afsar Naqvi was sculptor, traditionalist, loyal friend and affectionate teacher. He had a huge following of artists in Pakistan, most of whom were his students.

His acute observation of detail, timeless dedication to craftsmanship and the innate soul of a master allows him to breathe life into any work of art from delicate pencil sketch to monumental sculptures and that is truly make him one of the world's top artists.[2]

Friend and contemporary to leading artists and literary figures, Afsar Naqvi is a quiet, retiring man and has spent the better part of the last twenty five years teaching sculpture to a generation of artists at the institute. In his work, Sir Naqvi is an exponent of the Eastern idiom. His deep rooted aesthetics of the sub-continental culture bond us to the past. Many art scholar would have us believe that Mughal miniature and folk art are our only heritage when Classical Indian art forms the very core of this region's art history.

He was highly skilled in his craft, his long finger nimbly created small figurines in clay while he carried on with his discussions, as if they had a life of their own. While fame eluded him as a Master Sculptor his skills earned high great respect and his advise was always sought in technical matters, for which he was seldom financially compensated.

Afsar Naqvi's vision and aesthetics was indelibly etched into his own creative expression and his drive to achieve the same level of perfection in his master work.

Biography (by year)

1933 – Born- Amroha, India

1960 – Diploma and Post-diploma- Government College of Arts and Crafts Lucknow, India

1962 – Migration- Pakistan, Karachi

1962 – Joined Central Institute of Art & Crafts, Karachi as Head of Sculpture Department

1963 – Solo Exhibition- Arts Council of Pakistan, Karachi

1969 – Solo Exhibition- Pakistan American Cultural Centre (P.A.C.C.)

1971 – Solo Exhibition- Indus Gallery, Karachi

1975 – Solo Exhibition- Arts Council of Pakistan, Karachi

1985 – Group Exhibition- The Fifth National Arts Exhibition, Idara Saqafat -e- Pakistan

1992 – Joined North City School of Art & Architecture, Karachi as Principle and Head of Fine Art (Sculpture) Department

1995 – Founded Bhittai Institute of Art & Crafts

1997 – Death

1997 – Solo Exhibition – A tribute to Afsar Madad Naqvi, Arts Council of Pakistan, Karachi

Specialization

Specialized in portraiture, mural work, and terra-cotta. He has done lot of masterpiece sculptures in wood, metal, plaster, cement and terra-cotta. Indian Classical sculpture, Naqvi's ability to be able to capture in wood, stone or metal the essence of a narrative moment with a dramatic naturalistic realism.

Notes

[1] Amroha Society Pakistan,

[2] Syed Hasan Naqvi, http://afsarnaqvi.wordpress.com/

title: Afsar Madad Naqvi

question: What is Syed Afsar Madad Naqvi's educational background?

answer: He has a diploma and post-diploma from the Government College of Arts and Crafts, Lucknow, India. He trained under renowned sculptor Mohammad Hanif at Lucknow College of Arts and Crafts in the early 60s.

critique: The answer should mention that he was born in 1933.

critique: "He trained under renowned sculptor Mohammad Hanif at Lucknow College of Arts and Crafts in the early 60s." - this part is redundant and should be deleted.

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

critique: The answer should mention his birth year.

critique: The second line is unnecessary detail and should be omitted.

critique: The answer omits that Naqvi was born in 1933.

question: What made Naqvi's art so unique?

answer: His acute observation of detail, his timeless dedication to craftsmanship, and his innate soul as a master allowed him to breathe life into any work of art, from delicate pencil sketches to monumental sculptures.

critique: It's omitted that Naqvi's work is a reflection of the Eastern idiom and sub-continental culture.

critique: The answer omits the fact that Naqvi's work is an exponent of the Eastern idiom.

critique: Doesn't mention his sub-continental culture bond.

critique: The answer should mention that Naqvi's art is an exponent of the Eastern idiom.

critique: The answer should mention his vision and aesthetics.

critique: The answer should mention that Naqvi was an exponent of the Eastern idiom.

critique: The answer should mention his use of the Eastern idiom.

question: Why did Naqvi never achieve fame?

answer: He was a quiet, retiring man.

critique: This doesn't really explain why Naqvi didn't get famous.

critique: The answer is inaccurate and needs to be re-written.

critique: Naqvi's quietness and retiring nature are not the reason why he didn't achieve fame.

critique: This is not a reason why he didn't achieve fame.

critique: The response leaves out why he was a quiet, retiring man.

question: Why was Naqvi respected by his community?

answer: He was a master sculptor and painter. He was a founder member of the Central Institute of Arts and Crafts Karachi. He was a quiet, retiring man who spent the better part of the last twenty five years teaching sculpture to a generation of artists at the institute. He was highly skilled in his craft, his long finger nimbly created small figurines in clay while he carried on with his discussions, as if they had a life of their own.

critique: Remove the first sentence since it is not relevant

critique: The answer is a summary of Naqvi's life, not a reason for his respect.

critique: Omits a lot of his character traits and talents

critique: The answer is a summary of Naqvi's life, not an explanation of why he was respected.

critique: It is omitted that he was also a loyal and affectionate teacher.


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(Part 1) By the mid-22nd century, time travel had become a mundane and everyday reality. When the phenomenon had first been introduced to the mass consciousness due to a theft of documents by a government employee, massive steps had been proposed to limit the possibly detrimental effects of what would likely become a hugely popular social pastime. An international committee, after much deliberation and the investment of a great deal of working hours and taxpayers money, eventually decided on three rules of time travel:

1) Do nothing to affect the social development of the people of the time
2) Do nothing to deliberately invoke a change to events in the future, particularly for perceived personal gain
3) Behave with no emotion as emotion breeds emotion in others and so can affect events

As soon as the committee announced these rules to an eagerly listening world, researchers at TEID (Time Effect Investigation Department, a team set up to monitor the behaviour of it’s citizens by researching past documents) began to find that the rules weren’t perhaps as effective as they had hoped. Time travelling citizens trying to behave without emotion were being viewed with high suspicion in Nazi Germany, the witch hunting eras of the late 17th century and the vampire fearing villages of mediaeval Slavic Europe. All of these unfortunate souls were being summarily tortured, executed, and were failing to return home from their trips.
They also found it impossible to not affect social development as travellers ended up in the bars and public houses of times throughout history, invariably became drunk and opinionated, and ended up either instigating or, in some exceptional cases, getting a little carried away and leading entire revolutionary movements.

Lastly, it was quickly realised that it was impossible to not have an affect on future events as a whole anyway as the person’s mere arrival and subsequent existence in the past occupied space and therefore had instigated a change by just moving the air particles, anything over and above that would cause a more obvious chain reaction (such as stopping traffic at a road crossing or feeding an animal) and so it was deemed impossible to enforce any of the laws they had worked so tirelessly to create.
At this point a press conference was set up to announce this failure, one journalist pointed out the impossibility of enforcing such laws due to the nature of time travel anyway and, after a lot of silence and shoe gazing, the scientists and international representatives decided to disband and research something that could be controlled instead, with no doubt at all, such as wormhole leaping.

Despite the best efforts of authorities to restrict the sale of time travel machines, a huge black market was predicted, then materialised, and then once one particuarly entrepreneurial individual, Jiff Beaner, had gone three hundred years into the future and bought not only all the books on the history of time travel so as to learn all the industrial lessons of his competitiors to come, but also returning in a much bigger time machine with (after a few trips) parts enough for a time machine manufacturing unit from the future as well, mass production kicked into play and the time machine was now in 63% of all households by the end of the first manufacturing year alone. Naturally, Jiff was soon outdone by another who carried out exactly the same plan as Jiff had and outdid him overnight. Not only did the competitor have all of Jiff’s ideas for the next three hundred years but he also had a manufacturing unit three hundred years newer. Then someone outdid that man, and so it went on ad taedium.

Time Travel became a standard leisure activity, people beamed from here to there, and the world continued (as far as they knew) the same as it always had.

Then, not long afterwards, a researcher at TEID came across something that would change the public’s perspective of time travel completely. It was a man called Gerald Keys, he had travelled to 18th century colonial America, and there for no reason yet apparent, he had killed sombeody.

title: Trillers - A story about Time Travel

question: What does the story say about creating a time paradox?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the story does not mention anything about creating a time paradox.

critique: The answer is incorrect as the text does mention a time paradox.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The story does not mention anything about creating a time paradox.

question: What does the story say about the impossibility of enforcing the three rules of time travel?

answer: The scientists and international representatives at the time travel committee realized that enforcing the rules would be impossible especially because the rules required not to affect the social development of the time, not have an effect on future events, and not to have any emotions. The rules required the travelers to behave a certain way, which according to the text, is hard to do. The text says that the person's very existence in the past occupied space and therefore had instigated a change to the air particles.

critique: The answer should mention that the rules were impossible to enforce because of the nature of time travel.

text: The model should rewrite the second sentence to avoid redundancy.

question: What does the story say about time travel in the mid-22nd century?

answer: Time travel had become a mundane and everyday reality by the mid-22nd century. The phenomenon was first introduced to the mass consciousness due to a theft of documents by a government employee. Massive steps were proposed to limit the detrimental effects of time travel. An international committee eventually decided on three rules of time travel.

critique: The response should include the three rules of time travel.

critique: The answer should mention that the rules weren't effective.

critique: The answer should mention the failure of the rules.

critique: The answer should mention the consequences of the rules.

critique: The answer should clarify that the rules failed to restrict time travel, which the narrator mentions twice.

critique: The response misses to mention that the rules of time travel were found to be ineffective.

critique: The answer should mention that the rules were ineffective.

question: What does the story say about Jiff Beaner?

answer: Jiff Beaner is an entrepreneur who travels three hundred years into the future and buys all the books on the history of time travel so as to learn all the industrial lessons of his competitors to come. He then returns in a much bigger time machine with parts enough for a time machine manufacturing unit from the future. He mass-produces time machines and sells them to the public. He is soon outdone by another who does the same thing.

critique: Jiff's trips to the future are irrelevant

critique: The answer should mention that Jiff Beaner is the first person to do this.

critique: Jiff Beaner does not sell time machines to the public.


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Something I wrote while trying to sleep. Fuck grammar, syntax, and structure, for now.

How does someone wake up everyday wanting to shoot themselves? I wonder this everyday. I wake up. I open my eyes. I wait for reality to seep in, and I cry. I don't know why I do this or if anyone one else does this;but I do. I wait for my nerves to calm down and get ready for the sound of my perpetual fan to fill my ears, and I stop. Sure, I wonder, when is this gonna stop? Is my nose red? Will my family notice how red my eyes are? But, regardless, I wake up; I find my shoes; I put on some pants and walk out. At first I really don't notice anything. I hear the snores of my father, sometimes my mother's. I walk towards the bathroom in the hallway and stare into the mirror. My eyes are red, and my nose is red. I don't really think people notice how red my eyes are anymore. I think they just think it's normal. The majority of people don't say anything and think it's natural. You know, like when someone has a rather large mole underneath their left eye or when someone's nose has clinging mucus. I, and they, don't say anything. I just smile through the bullshit of reality and hope that they don't notice that I've noticed.
I've always wanted to meet some lovely girl with a lazy eye, you know, a really, really lazy eye. I mean, she's be absolutely beautiful. Her lips would have they radiating pinkness which would vibrate in the dark. Her hair would be eternally black and wavy, kinda like that fear you feel when you stare into the woods at night. Her body would be sharp, tight, and skinny like a ballerina that moves violently, perfectly on her toes. I would meet her somewhere...like some fucked up bench outside of an abandoned school's playground. She's be smoking a girly cigarette and pretend like I wasn't there when I'd come up to her. I sit next to her, she'd look at me and smile. At first I'd think she's just staring at the ground, modestly smiling at my presence. But I'd soon realize that I'm looking her lazy eye. She really wouldn't say anything, just mumble something like, "I used come here when my parents were beat each other up. They never really noticed I'd leave." I sadly smile and fall in love with her. She's stand up after a while, slowly tip toeing around the room, each second that'd pass her toes would move faster and faster and faster. I'd hear and watch them click across the concrete. Then, out of nowhere, she'd laugh. At first it'd shock me, I'd think, "What a deep laugh for a girl so small." Then she's begin again, moving her body. I'd tear up, a little. Then she'd whisper, I must leave. She'd come up to me, with lazy eye and all, and kiss me, half on the lips, half on the cheek. It wouldn't be sexual. It wouldn't be dull. It'd feel perfect. I'd sit there a while watching the trees sway and imitate her dance in the heavy, high wind. The moon would shine too brightly, but wouldn't be able to overcome the darkness. I wish I'd meet her.
So I rub my nose and some watery substance drains out. I look again, some minutes have passed since I started thinking about her, my nose is no longer red. I sit on the toilet with my pants still on and wait for my mood to change. After sometime passes and I realize I need to get to work soon, I shift my thoughts. I focus on my clothing, on brushing my teeth, and taking a piss. After I do all those things I sit again on the toilet. I sigh. I walk out my front door, lock it behind me, and begin walking.

title: untitled

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

answer: No answer

critique: The narrator's job is not mentioned in the story.

question: What does the story say about the narrator's state of mind?

answer: The narrator wakes up with a desire to shoot himself, feeling overwhelmed by reality. He seems depressed, and his state of mind shows it. He thinks about meeting a girl with a lazy eye, someone he would fall in love with. He pictures the perfect date with her and then the image fades out. He seems to be in a dark mood.

critique: The narrator's state of mind is not described as dark.

critique: It is not stated that the narrator is in a dark mood.

critique: It's omitted that the narrator is also sad that his family doesn't notice his red eyes.

critique: The narrator's state of mind is not described in the story.

critique: The narrator isn't described as being in a dark mood, but it's not explicitly stated that he isn't.

critique: The narrator is not described as having thoughts about meeting a girl with a lazy eye. Nor does he fall in love with one. This is inaccurate.

question: What does the story say about how the narrator's dream girl looks like?

answer: The narrator's dream girl has a lazy eye. Her lips would have radiating pinkness which would vibrate in the dark. Her hair would be eternally black and wavy. Her body would be sharp, tight, and skinny like a ballerina. She's smoking a girly cigarette and pretending like the narrator isn't there. She has a lazy eye, and she's beautiful, with her lips radiating pinkness, her hair wavy and black like fear, and her body sharp, tight, and skinny. She's a ballerina who moves violently and perfectly on her toes. She's a girl with a lazy eye and she's beautiful, with her lips radiating pinkness, her hair wavy and black like fear, and her body sharp, tight, and skinny. She's a ballerina who moves violently and perfectly on her toes.

critique: Went way over the character count. The original text mentions describing the dream girl looks as a way for the narrator to move on from his facial appearance in the mirror. He mimics her movements, talks to her, and wishes to meet her. He sees her as "the girl" with whom he can be himself, and not be judged as different.

critique: The narrator's dream girl is described in a lot of detail, which is unnecessary.

question: Summarize what the story says about what the narrator is going through every day.

answer: The narrator wakes up every day wanting to shoot themselves. They cry and wait for reality to seep in. They wait for their nerves to calm down and get ready for the sound of their perpetual fan to fill their ears. They put on some pants and walk out. They hear the snores of their father, sometimes their mother's. They walk towards the bathroom in the hallway and stare into the mirror. Their eyes are red and their nose is red. They don't really think people notice how red their eyes are anymore. They just smile through the bullshit of reality and hope that they don't notice that they've noticed.

critique: "They just smile through the bullshit of reality and hope that they don't notice that they've noticed." - this is redundant and should be deleted.

critique: The narrator is not going through this every day. This is a one-time event.

critique: They cry and wait for reality to seep in. is unnecessary

critique: 'They just smile through the bullshit of reality and hope that they don't notice that they've noticed.' is extraneous, so it's redundant. This can be omitted and replaced with something to show another emotion of the narrator.

critique: The narrator wants to meet a girl with a lazy eye, not shoot themselves.


text:
MONTREAL – Transport Minister Marc Garneau said he would board “without hesitation” the type of aircraft that crashed in the Ethiopian Airlines tragedy on Sunday, stressing his confidence in the new plane.

Garneau’s remarks came minutes after a statement from the Air Canada Pilots Association that called on the minister “to take proactive action to ensure the safety of the Canadian travelling public.”

The crash, which killed all 157 aboard the Boeing 737 Max 8 — including 18 Canadians — has raised concerns over parallels to a Lion Air crash of the same model of aircraft in Indonesia last October, killing 189 people.

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“I am confident that we are following up on this very, very carefully and with all of the priority that is necessary to ensure that we discover what the cause of the accident was. Then, I will not hesitate to take any action necessary, when we discover what that cause is,” Garneau said.

He says the cause “could be any one of dozens of different possibilities.”

“It was a sunny day, an experienced pilot, the plane was brand new. But we know little else,” he said, noting the black box has been recovered.

Garneau says flying is “extremely safe in this country”

“I understand that sometimes when something happens such as yesterday it draws a great deal of attention — and so it should — but flying is a very safe way to travel in this country. The statistics show that very, very clearly.”

A B.C. man and an Ontario family of six are among the 157 people — including 18 Canadians — who died.

RELATED: ONTARIO FAMILY OF SIX AMONG THOSE KILLED IN ETHIOPIAN AIRLINES PLANE CRASH

Garneau sent his condolences.

“I would like to extend my sympathies to all of the families and friends of those 157 — and of course, the 18 Canadians — who were part of the passenger list on that particular flight. I can assure you that we are deploying all of our efforts at the moment to discover the cause of this accident.”

Garneau said he has been in touch with U.S. Transportation Department Secretary Elaine Chao and is working with American aviation authorities to uncover the problem “and then take action.”

WESTJET, AIR CANADA QUESTIONED ABOUT SAFETY ON SOCIAL MEDIA

Canada’s major airlines have been inundated on social media with questions about the safety of their fleet in the wake of Sunday’s fatal crash, which occurred after takeoff from Addis Ababa Bole International Airport.

Angie Hung, scheduled to take a WestJet flight June 5 from Calgary to Halifax en route to Scotland for a Spice Girls concert, was one of scores of Canadians asking airlines if they planned to ground the Max 8, the plane listed on her flight.

“I am planning to tweet, ‘I love you Mom and Dad,”’ she said in an interview, “in case something bad happens.”

“If I could afford to cancel and change it, I would,” said Hung, 42.

Fernando Candido, an Edmonton-based elementary school teacher, said he flies up to 10 times per year.

“I’m kind of worried. I’m sure eventually I’ll have to use one of those planes,” said Candido, 58. “Maybe in Canada they should not fly those planes any more until they figure out those issues.”

The country’s two largest airlines said they are confident in the safety of the Boeing 737 Max 8 and will continue to fly them.

“These aircraft have performed excellently from a safety, reliability and customer satisfaction perspective,” Air Canada spokeswoman Isabelle Arthur said in an email. “We continue to operate our normal B737 schedule.”

Air Canada, which has fielded comments from more than 100 Twitter users in the past 24 hours, said it has 24 Max 8 aircraft on routes that include Vancouver to Montreal and Calgary to Vancouver.

WestJet Airlines Ltd. tweeted Monday that it is not grounding any of the 13 Max 8s in its fleet of 121 Boeing 737s.

  We are not grounding our planes at this time. We are monitoring the situation closely and working with Boeing to ensure the continued safe operation of our MAX fleet.

  — WestJet (@WestJet) March 11, 2019

“WestJet remains confident in the safety of our Boeing 737 fleet,” spokeswoman Morgan Bell said in an email. The airline is “working with Boeing to ensure the continued safe operation of our Max fleet,” she said.

The Calgary-based company has orders for 37 more Boeing 737s on the books.

Sunwing Airlines also has four 737 aircraft, according to civil aircraft registrations.

WestJet has flown five different models of the 737 since the airline was founded in 1996, and now operates about 450 daily departures of the plane series, according to the company.

The Boeing jetliner is relatively new, entering into service at both airlines in 2017.

Ethiopian Airlines as well as all Chinese and Indonesian airlines have grounded their Boeing 737 Max 8 planes indefinitely in the wake of the crash.

The unions for Air Canada and WestJet flight crews declined to comment on the crash of Ethiopian Airlines flight 302.

Priya Pandit said her mom and sister are “nervous” about their scheduled return to Vancouver from Honolulu on a Max 8 operated by Air Canada. The family has been trying to reschedule to avoid the airplane model, she said.

“This is no joke…You can’t play with passenger safety,” said Pandit, 38.

“Our passengers’ safety is important to us,” Air Canada tweeted to Pandit on Monday. “We continue to monitor the situation, and based on current information and recommendations by government safety regulators, including Transport Canada, and the manufacturer, we continue to operate our normal B737 schedule.”

  Our passengers' safety is important to us. We continue to monitor the situation, and based on current information and recommendations by government safety regulators, including Transport Canada, and the manufacturer, we continue to operate our normal B737 schedule. /Chris

  — Air Canada (@AirCanada) March 11, 2019

question: Summarize the corporate and political response to the Boeing 737 Max 8 crashes.

answer: No answer

critique: The response is missing a summary of the corporate and political response to the crashes.

text: The text does include several corporate and political responses to the crashes, including comments from Trade Minister Marc Garneau and Air Canada spokeswoman Isabelle Arthur.

question: Summarize the public reaction to the Boeing 737 Max 8 crashes.

answer: The public is concerned about the safety of the plane. Some people are nervous about flying on the plane, and some are trying to reschedule their flights to avoid the plane. The unions for Air Canada and WestJet flight crews declined to comment on the crash.

critique: The unions' silence is not relevant to the question.

critique: Missing the part about WestJet and Air Canada stressing the safety of their fleet, which is the part that should take precedence.

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

question: What does the article say about the various airlines mentioned?

answer: The Ethiopian Airlines, Lion Air, and Boeing 737 Max 8 are all mentioned. Air Canada and WestJet are the two largest airlines in Canada. Air Canada has 24 Max 8 aircraft on routes that include Vancouver to Montreal and Calgary to Vancouver. WestJet has 13 Max 8s in its fleet of 121 Boeing 737s. Sunwing Airlines has four 737 aircraft.

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

critique: It is omitted that Ethiopian Airlines, Lion Air, and Boeing 737 Max 8 are all mentioned. Air Canada and WestJet are the two largest airlines in Canada. Air Canada has 24 Max 8 aircraft on routes that include Vancouver to Montreal and Calgary to Vancouver. WestJet has 13 Max 8s in its fleet of 121 Boeing 737s. Sunwing Airlines has four 737 aircraft.

critique: The answer is primarily about the Ethiopian Airlines, Lion Air, and Boeing 737 Max 8.

critique: The final sentence contains irrelevant information.

critique: "The Ethiopian Airlines, Lion Air, and Boeing 737 Max 8 are all mentioned." - this is incorrect and should be removed.

text: First, "Boeing 737 Max 8" is not an airline but an aircraft. It should be deleted from the answer. Second, it should probably be mentioned that several airlines have grounded their 737 max 8 planes until further notice.

question: What does the article say about the Air Asia's response?

answer: No answer

critique: No response is provided, however the answer should mention that the question is not answered in the text.

critique: The response misses to mention that the article does not mention anything about Air Asia.

critique: The response misses to mention that the article does not mention anything about Air Asia's response.


text:
The taxi station was dark when I walked in. As usual, before my night shifts would begin, I turned on the lights and slid myself onto a chair in the kitchen. No one had arrived yet. I got out a pack of cigarettes and placed them on the table, getting through three before Pedro barged in.

“Eeeh bro, what the fuck you think you doin’. There’s no smoking in here’.

“Fuck you, Pedro”.

Pedro giggled and went over to the coffee pot and turned it on. He had a wry smile like a birth mark. It was a part of him.

“Any bookings tonight, Prashnath?”

“Yeah. I got a weird one. I got to go out of Seattle. Tiger Mountain state forest. It’s not even near anything. Middle of nowhere. I’m shit scared, man. No houses nearby, I looked it up on maps. It’s scary as shit outside at this time of night, already, without getting killed by demons or some shit, man”.

Pedro was listening, pouring his coffee. He sat down next to me, lit a cigarette and smiled.

“You are fucked, bro”

“Shut up, I am serious. I want to cancel it. Before you walked in I was going to send this guy a message. Was going to tell him to shove his creepy forest up his arse, man”.

Pedro chuckled in the tobacco of his cigarette.

“What is the name of the place again, Prashnath”.

“Tiger Mountain”.

Pedro winced. For a moment the birth mark disappeared.

“Do not go there, bro. I am not even trying to be funny here. That place is bad. There is some fucked up stories from there. Couple of guys that worked with me back at city cabs ran into trouble there”.

“What. What do you mean. Don’t mess with me”.

“I mean if you go to this place tonight, you will seriously get sacrificed to demons or something. I swear I am not messing with you. Look at my face, bro. I am serious about this”.

“What did the guy’s at city cabs say. I swear if you are messing with me..”

“There was this big Russian guy I used to work with, yeah? His name was Vladimir or Vladislav or something like that. Anyway, doesn’t matter. This guy, like you, gets a booking at this place in Tiger forest. It was just me, Vlad, and two other guys on shift that night. Real quiet. We all head off, do our thing, and me and the two other guys are back at the station at four o’ clock.

So here we are waiting for Vlad to get back, getting really pissed off because we cannot lock up, and we want to go home. We call this guy, send him messages and everything, but no reply. Of course we start to think the worst, right. ‘Shit, Vlad’s hit a fucking tree’, we thought.

Well, we were all about to start looking for this guy when he fucking turns up. I swear to Christ bro, this guy was dirty, and had holes all over him, cuts all over his face and shit.

‘Vlad, what the fuck. What happened’ I said.’

Does not say a thing. Just sits down, has a smoke. Not a fucking thing. Eventually Vlad says he was attacked, right? Now, I want you to get this picture in your head. This guy, Vlad, is huge, bro. He is a beast. He could take anyone in a fight. Shit, he could take three. So when you see this guy walking in all torn up, saying he got attacked, it makes you think, bro: who the fuck could do that to this guy.

So I question him. It doesn’t make sense

‘What do you mean attacked. Who the fuck attacked you’ I said.

This is exactly what he said, bro.

‘I take job in Tiger forest. It take me forty minutes to get to this place, and no one there. I wait for ten, twenty minutes, no one there. I come back. There was man on road, his car broke down. I get out, I help. I tell you, man. I got bad feeling from this guy. I don’t know why, sometime you just get bad feeling, you know? But I ignore the bad feeling, I help. I go to him, but then I hear noise from tree line along side of road. All these people wearing black, only black. They come out of the trees. Some holding torches, some holding knives. It was an ambush.’

Vlad was surrounded by a satanic fucking cult in the middle of the forest, I shit you not. He tried to run back to his car, get away that way, but they got there before he did. They closed in on him, saying all this weird shit in another language. Vlad was lucky he was built like a house because he was able to charge one of the guys holding a torch. Knocked him to the ground. Had to run away into the forest.”

“That is crazy, man. There is no way I am taking this booking. I am not even going to message him back.”

I went to light another cigarette when I noticed the wry smirk reappear on Pedro’s face.

“Oh fuck you, man. Do not scare me like that.

Pedro laughed.

“No bro, for real. Watch out”.

“Yeah, yeah”.

I finished the cigarette quickly, grabbed my coat and hopped into the car, ready to start my shift; ready to go to Tiger Mountain. Pedro was full of shit, he was always like that. I started the engine. As the car sat and quietly roared I thought about Pedro’s smile, and how it collapsed into fear when I told him I was going to Tiger Mountain. Admittedly that was strange. Very strange. But Pedro was full of shit, he was always like that..

title: Tiger Mountain.

question: What does the story say about the narrator and Pedro?

answer: The narrator is Pedro's co-worker. The narrator is usually at the taxi station before his night shifts would begin. He turns on the lights and sits on a chair in the kitchen. No one had arrived yet. He gets out a pack of cigarettes and places them on the table, getting through three before Pedro barged in.

critique: The answer doesn't mention that Pedro is the one who warns the narrator about Tiger Mountain.

critique: The answer should mention that Pedro is the one who tells the narrator to cancel the Tiger Mountain booking.

critique: The answer omits their relationship with each other.

text: Everything but the first sentence is irrelevant and should be omitted.

question: What does the story say about Tiger Mountain?

answer: The narrator is going to Tiger Mountain for a job. He is not sure if he should go there because he has heard some scary stories about the place. Pedro, one of his co-workers, tells him to cancel the job because Tiger Mountain is a place where people get sacrificed to demons. The narrator is not sure if he should believe Pedro, but he is a little scared.

critique: The narrator is not sure if he should believe Pedro

critique: The narrator is not scared of Tiger Mountain, he is scared of the job.

critique: It is omitted that tiger mt is a forest/mountain located in middle of nowhere as far as his knowledge is concerned.

critique: The narrator is not going to Tiger Mountain for a job, but to pick someone up there.

question: What does the story say about Vlad?

answer: The narrator and Pedro work at a taxi station, where Vlad used to work as well. Vlad had worked a nightShift at Tiger Mountain for a client and decided to ignore the bad feeling he got from the man, who turned out to have been attacked by a satanic cult who later sacrificed Vlad to demons. Because of this, he was covered in cuts and bruises and was really dirty when he got home.

critique: The answer should mention that Vlad was attacked by a satanic cult.

critique: According to the narrator, he was like a "beast" who could take anyone in a fight, and he was always the last one to get sick from smoke, so there are inaccuracies with the details of the story. " I finished the cigarette quickly, grabbed my coat and hopped into the car, ready to start my shift; ready to go to Tiger Mountain. Pedro was full of shit, he was always like that." is evidence that the narrator didn't believe Pedro and thought he was pulling a prank on him.

critique: It is omitted that Vlad was a big Russian guy who could take anyone in a fight.

critique: The answer should mention that Vlad is a big guy who could take on three men in a fight.

text: It is false that Vlad worked with the narrator. The narrator didn't know him.

question: What does the story say about survival?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator is going to Tiger Mountain, which is a dangerous place.

critique: The response misses to answer the instruction in the task.

critique: The story rather explicitly states that Vlad survived a satanic cult's attack. The narrator's employer expects at least one to make it back alive.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator is going to Tiger Mountain to work.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator doesn't seem to be concerned about the possibility of surviving in the woods.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator is going to Tiger Mountain to take a job, and that he's not sure if he will survive the trip.


text:
I don't remember the first time I met her, but it was in some kind of abstract kind of way. The colours around us were always loose and steady, mad colours that no one had ever heard of or seen.
Connie and I were both mad you see. We were both seeing psychiatrists, both once a week.

'How have you been the past week? The psychiatrist would say

'Not bad' I would always say. I would very rarely say how bad I'd been feeling.

'And what have you been up to?'

'Nothing much'

'Shall we go over what we talked about last week?'

'Yes, if you want'

Sometimes talking about things made everything worse, a lot of the time I'd come out feeling more depressed than before I came in.
It would go much the same for Connie except she would be much more honest about things.

'Have you been up to much over the past week'

'Yes, a lot' Connie would say 'I've fucked two men since I last saw you'. And the
Psychiatrist's face would be in a kind of shock for a while.

'And anything else?'

'Yes, I've also fucked two women.'

'Oh, my. All that in the last week'

'Yes'

Connie and I spoke nearly every day. We'd fall out quite often and it was usually over something that I did. Mostly not turning up to places that I'd say I was turning up to. Her brother was an alcoholic and I knew him through a friend who he lived in a flat with and he was managing the band I was in at the time. He promised us fame and glory but in the end he turned out to be liar.
Connie's parents were nice people. Her mother was an English teacher and her father was a blues musician.
When I was a gigging musician her father played with us and helped with gigs. He is a very fine musician. The last time I spoke to him he asked If I was still playing music and still with the band?

'No, not anymore' I said

'Why not?

'Musical differences'

'Yes, that happens a lot.'

It was my birthday and Connie was putting on a birthday party for me at her home. She had two kids and a now a dog. Which was a beagle named Gatsby. The first time I met Gatsby I knocked on Connie's front door and she opened it and Gatsby ran out into the road while a car was coming and I ran out into the road and saved him. He tried to bite me after it all. But after that all he does is lick me and give me affection.

The birthday party was on a Saturday. It was originally meant to be on a Monday, then a Tuesday, then a Friday and finally we settled on a Saturday. The reason for all this being a certain person could only make it on a Saturday. Her name was Caitlin and she was a beauty.
She had long dark hair and a body that danced beneath the tide. Connie and Caitlin didn't get on and Connie didn't really want Caitlin at the party but she said it was OK as it's my Birthday.
Connie thought Caitlin was jealous of her because She spent so much time with me and Caitlin was in love with me and she couldn't handle it.

'She's in deep with you, you know' Connie said

'No, she's not'

'Yes, she is. She fucking wants your babies!'

'Oh, God please. Don't be silly'

Connie was on the brink on being an alcoholic and she would say the same of me. I bought mostly whiskey for the birthday party and two crates of beer. We both drank a lot and some would say too much.
There were a few more people attending the party. Mostly girls and one boy and in the end he never turned up.
I arrived at the party at 6 in the evening. It was a sunny day with a slight wind blowing in the distance. It felt soothing on your face. There was only one other person who was there at that time, her name was lotte.

'Hello' she said

'Hey, how long have you been here?' I asked

'Oh, not long. About 20 minutes'

'I see. And what you drinking then?'

'Cider. What about you?'

'Whiskey and beer'

'Manly drinks then'

Yes, I suppose you could say that.'

Connie was busy with her kids. Giving them their supper and getting the younger one ready for bed.
I sat in a chair silently looking around the room. The TV was on. It was some children's programme.
I had my eye on a fly flying about. It flew on the window and then the curtain and then finally landed on the TV which is where it stayed for the remainder of the night. I was waiting on Caitlin mostly. I was looking forward to seeing her.

'When is Caitlin getting here?' Connie asked

'She said 8 o clock to me'

'What time is it now?'

'7:15'. I'm meeting her at the bus station at 8'

Nothing much happened in the next 45 minutes apart from some very small small talk. By then I had had about 3 bottles of beer and Lotte had drank half a bottle of cider and Connie was already drunk.

'I'm off to meet Caitlin' I said

I arrived at the bus stop on time and Caitlin had not yet arrived. It was now rather cold and the sun had gone into hiding. The breeze was cold against my face. Not long the moon was about to make an appearance. I looked up to the sky thinking about things and I felt an empty feeling inside me. I don't know why but my heart heard the dancing of the soul and could not dance to the same rhythm and I felt lost.
It was now 8:25 and Caitlin had not yet arrived. I tried to ring her and there was no answer. I looked up at the sky some more and pondered the world and after pondering the world for another 35 minutes and I gave up and went back to Connie's.

'Where's Caitlin?' Connie asked

'Don't think she's turning up'

'I'm rather glad really'

'Yes. We shall drink the wine I bought for her'

We opened the bottle of wine and drank it from the bottle.

'We're all mad here, you know' said Connie

'What do you mean? I asked

'Lotte is one of us'

'Oh, is she?'

'Yes, she is'

And Lotte smiled splendidly at the situation and became drunk rather quickly. We went into the garden as it turned dark and laughed at the stars while sitting down in the long grass.

'Yes, we're all mad here' we all said

The party was a boring one and we were all home by midnight.

title: A birthday party

question: Summarize the therapy that happens in the story.

answer: The narrator and Connie both see psychiatrists once a week. The narrator is not very honest with the psychiatrist about how they are feeling. Connie is more honest. The psychiatrist is shocked by her disclosures.

critique: It is omitted that Connie is on the brink of being an alcoholic.

critique: There is no evidence that Connie is more honest.

critique: Fails to mention the conversation about the narrator's recent activities.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator and Connie are mad.

critique: The answer omits that the narrator and Connie speak nearly every day.

critique: The answer omits the narrator's reason for seeing a psychiatrist.

critique: The answer omits that the psychiatrist asks the narrator and Connie to go over what they talked about the previous week.

question: Summarize the narrator's relationships with Connie's family.

answer: The narrator knows Connie's brother, who is an alcoholic. He is friends with the guy who lives with Connie's brother, and Connie's brother manages the band the narrator is in. Connie's parents are nice people and her father is a fine musician. The narrator is especially close to Connie's father.

critique: The reliance on second-person pronouns is confusing and needs more detail.

critique: The narrator is not close to Connie's father.

critique: Connie's brother does not manage the band. She also does not live with him.

critique: The narrator isn't especially close to Connie's father.

critique: The narrator is not especially close to Connie's father.

question: Summarize the narrator's relationship with Caitlin.

answer: Caitlin is the only other person who attends the party, and it's implied that she's the narrator's love interest. However, Connie says that Caitlin is in love with the narrator, but Caitlin says that she's not. Caitlin doesn't show up at the party.

critique: The response is missing the part where the narrator is waiting for Caitlin to arrive at the party.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: The narrator's relationship with Caitlin is not mentioned in the passage.

critique: The narrator and Caitlin don't say anything about their relationship.

critique: The highlighted sentences should be merged into a single sentence because  of their similar content.

critique: The narrator isn't the only other person attending the party.

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

text: It is inaccurate to say that Catlin attends the party. She is supposed to come, but she never shows up.

question: What does the text say about alcohol consumption?

answer: Connie and the narrator are both alcoholics. Connie is on the brink of being an alcoholic. The narrator buys whiskey and beer for the birthday party. Connie is already drunk. The narrator drinks whiskey and beer. Lotte drinks half a bottle of cider. Connie is already drunk.

critique: The narrator and Connie are not alcoholics. They are described as being on the brink of being alcoholics.

critique: Remove the redundant "Connie is already drunk"

critique: The narrator is drinking wine, not whiskey.