<span>In July 2012, a few months before he was to officially take over as president of the College Board, David Coleman invited Les Perelman, then a director of writing at M.I.T., to come meet with him in Lower Manhattan. Of the many things the College Board does — take part in research, develop education policy, create curriculums — it is perhaps most recognized as the organization that administers the SAT, and Perelman was one of the exam’s harshest and most relentless critics. Since 2005, when the College Board added an essay to the SAT (raising the total possible score from 1,600 to 2,400), Perelman had been conducting research that highlighted what he believed were the inherent absurdities in how the essay questions were formulated and scored. His earliest findings showed that length, more than any other factor, correlated with a high score on the essay. More recently, Perelman coached 16 students who were retaking the test after having received mediocre scores on the essay section. He told them that details mattered but factual accuracy didn’t. “You can tell them the War of 1812 began in 1945,” he said. He encouraged them to sprinkle in little-used but fancy words like “plethora” or “myriad” and to use two or three preselected quotes from prominent figures like Franklin Delano Roosevelt, regardless of whether they were relevant to the question asked. Fifteen of his pupils scored higher than the 90th percentile on the essay when they retook the exam, he said.</span>
The main characters of the short story "The Lottery," by Shirley Jackson are:
- Mr. Summers and Mr. Graves, who prepare the paper slips for all the families of the village.
- Bill Hutchinson, whose family has been chosen.
- Tessie Huchinson, Bill's wife, who is picked to be stoned to death.
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First, I see the light beaming down on me through the leaves. It seems I'm growing bigger and bigger. Turning more and more orange. A big figure casting an illuminating shadow comes and rips the nutrient source away from me. He then tosses me on a big trailer with some of my companions and some strangers I've never seen before. There weirdest feeling happens next that makes me almost sick. Then, The big figure takes me and the others off the trailer and onto a big hollow rectangular thing. The same weird feeling occurs as when I was on the trailer. A new big figure appears and takes me off and puts me in the bottom of a box. After that, waiting for what feels like and eternity a smaller new figure picks me up and says some gibberish. I one again experience that weird feeling I had on the trailer. Finally, The little figure picks me up once again and sits me down on a cold hard surface. I hear her speak gibberish to other figures as they lay out an assortment of tools next to me. What is this awful sensation on the top of my head! They're scraping my insides out now! This is the worst sensation I have ever experienced! Now they're cutting my face! The last thing I see is that evil little figures smile as she cuts into me and scraps my guts out.
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Answer:Sorry bud not my thing
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a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world
