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Article: Homework can put you in a badmood , and that might actually be a good thing. Researchers from the University of Plymouth in England doubted whether mood might affect the way kids learn. To find out the answer, they did two experiments with children. The first experiment tested 30 kids. Someshapes were hidden inside a different, larger picture. The kids had to find the small shapes while sitting in a room with either cheerful or sad music playing in the background. To test their mood, the scientists asked the kids to point to one of five faces, from happy to sad. Children who listened to cheerful music tended to point to the smiley faces while the others pointed to the unhappy ones. The researchers found that sad kids took at least a second less to find the small shapes. They also found an average of three or four more shapes. In the second experiment, 61 children watched one of two scenes from a film. One scene was happy, and the other was sad. Just like in the first experiment, kids who saw the sad scene acted better compared to the others. The researchers guessed that feeling down makes people more likely to focus on a problem or difficult situation. Not all scientists agree with them, however. Other studies argued that maybe, that cheerful music in the first experiment distracted kids from finding shapes. While scientists work on finding out the answers, it still might be wise to choose when to do your tasks according to your mood. After eating a delicious ice cream, for example, write an essay.
Answer: whether mood affects their learning ability
Solution: Researchers did experiments on kids in order to find out _ .
Why? It is clearly mentioned in the article that to the check effect of mood on children is the main purpose of the experiment.

New input: Article: A gust of wind blew a canvas chair across the yard. My eyes followed the circling dirt out to the road and down toward the school bus stop. I was going to miss walking down the road to catch the big school bus that took us into town to school. I enjoyed being with the teachers and the other students. Now that I was finished with school I seemed to have lost some of the excitement from my life. As I was folding the canvas chair, Chatita Chavez drove into our yard in her father's old truck. It made short loud sounds and sent out a trail of black smoke out of its tailpipe. She got out smiling as usual and excitedly pointed toward the storm that seemed to be moving toward us. "I can't stay long, Nilda. There's a storm coming and I need to beat it home." I was glad to see her. "Yes, I think we're in for some bad weather. Come on in and have a cup of coffee at least," I said as I took her into our kitchen. "I'm so excited, Nilda! You'll never guess what I just did!" I stopped pouring the coffee and turned and looked at her. "I just went over to Edinburg and registered for junior college," she said and looked at me and smiled. "Don't you want to go take classes with me?" I was astonished. I didn't know what to say. How could I go to college? I didn't have any money. I gave Chatita a cup of coffee. "I don't know. I don't think I can. Isn't college expensive?" Chatita sat down at the table and began adding sugar to her coffee. "Not really, and I'm working part-time at the packing shed on Canal Road. You could work there, too." The wind began to gust causing the house to occasionally make sounds and shake. The lightbulb hanging over the table flashed off and on and I heard a low roll of thunder in the distance. I hesitantly asked, "Do you think I could get a job at the packing shed?" "Sure. My cousin is the boss. He'll give you a job." Mama came into the kitchen and exchanged greetings with Chatita. She must have heard our conversation. "I think it's nice that you're going to go to college, Chatita. What will you study?" my mother asked as she joined us at the table. "I want to be a teacher." "A teacher! How nice!" Mama said as she patted Chatita's arm. "A teacher?" I asked. "Don't you need a degree?" "You can start teaching before you get your degree. Clarence Duncan has been teaching in Brownsville since last year and I think Zulema will start this year." The lightbulb blinked again and went out. Mama quickly arose from the table. "I'm going to have to bring in the lanterns. I knew I shouldn't have packed them away." "Well, Nilda, do you want to go? Because, if you do, you can go over to Edinburg with me tomorrow." I hesitated, then said, "Yes. I want to go." My heart was beating fast. I couldn't believe how happy I was feeling. "But I have to talk to Mama and Papa. What if they won't let me?" "You can at least go with me tomorrow and find out what it's all about. I'll come by for you around eight." Chatita left me sitting at the table staring at my cup of coffee. It seemed so unreal, this idea of me going to college. My parents had never had the opportunity for much education. Juana had quit school to get married and Roberto and Zeke had graduated from high school as I had. But college? I would be the first one in my family to go to college. Yes, college was exactly what I wanted. The day had turned dark and the rain had started. My mother came back into the kitchen with two lanterns. "Mama, I need to ask you something." She picked up a cloth and began to clean the dust from the lanterns. She looked at me and smiled. "Mama, if I could find a way to pay, could I take classes at the junior college?" I asked, trying to control my excitement. She stopped cleaning and raised her eyebrows. "What would you study, my daughter?" "I think I want to be a teacher," I quietly replied. Mama sat down at the table across from me. "Then, I would like for you to go to college," she said in a serious tone. "What about Papa? Do you think he will allow me to go?" "Your father wants you to be happy. If going to college and being a teacher makes you happy, then he will probably allow it," she answered. I didn't say anything. I was enjoying the feeling of happiness and sense of wonder that had come over me. The two of us sat in the darkened room without speaking until I saw my mama rubbing her eyes with the edge of her apron. "What's wrong, Mama." "Nothing," she replied. "I probably got some dust in my eyes. That's all."
Answer: Papa
Solution:
This story is told from the point of view of _ .