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<strong>STUDENTEREKSAMEN</strong><br />
Vejledende opgavesæt nr. 1<br />
<strong>ENGELSK</strong><br />
A-<strong>NIVEAU</strong><br />
Xxxxdag den xx. måned åååå<br />
Kl. 09.00 - 14.00<br />
1. delprøve: Kl. 09.00 - 10.00<br />
STX061-ENA1 V<br />
MAJ 2006
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Ret fejlene i følgende sætninger og forklar pa dansk dine rettelser.<br />
Brug relevant grammatisk/faglig terminologi.<br />
1. Where is my glasses?<br />
2. I dislike to go by bus, but I cannot afford buying a car.<br />
3. She is visiting her old mother every day.<br />
4. I live in the house which roof is red.<br />
5. The dogs' barked.<br />
B<br />
Hvilke præfixer (forstavelser) skal følgende adjektiver (tillægsord) have for at komme<br />
til at betyde det modsatte. Eksempel: sane - insane.<br />
predictable<br />
loyal<br />
patient<br />
responsible<br />
polite<br />
Nedenstående er et afslag pa en jobansøgning. Sætningerne er nummererede.<br />
Besvar følgende spørgsmål:<br />
1. Beskriv tonen i afslaget (brug eksempler til at underbygge dine iagttagelser).<br />
2. Hvilke sætninger er overflødige? Angiv numrene.<br />
3. Angiv hvilke sætninger i afslaget, der kunne være brugt som hhv. indledning og<br />
afslutning.<br />
Dear Mr. McShandon,<br />
1. Your application for a job with us was received and was looked at carefully,<br />
examining all aspects of your letter and your resume.<br />
2. As of now, we are not hiring anyone except those who are extremely qualified.<br />
3. Although you have rather good grades in your accounting courses, you do not have<br />
the experience we are looking for in candidates for this position.
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4. You should have noted that in our ad in the State, we specifically stated that we<br />
wanted someone with at least five years' experience.<br />
5. Since you have no experience at all, we cannot at this time even consider you for<br />
the job.<br />
6. Thank you for applying.<br />
7. Smith, Smith & Smith Accounting is honored that you would consider us.<br />
8. We are one of the oldest accounting firms in Clearwater, established years ago by<br />
my grandfather, who is still president of the firm.<br />
9. Better luck with your other endeavours in securing a position with a reputable<br />
accounting firm.<br />
10. I am yours most humbly,<br />
Samuel R. Smith, III<br />
Vice-President<br />
Glossary:<br />
resume: oplysninger om tidligere beskæftigelse<br />
accounting: regnskabsføring<br />
position: job<br />
stated specifically: understregede/sagde tydeligt<br />
endeavour: forsøg<br />
reputable: som har et godt ry/velrenommeret<br />
Oversæt følgende tekst til engelsk:<br />
D<br />
Posefolket er mennesker, som i en årrække har levet et helt normalt liv med job og<br />
familie, men som er kommet i krise på grund af forandringer i deres liv. Det kan være en<br />
skilsmisse eller en nærtståendes død. Noget går i stykker for dem, og de isolerer sig<br />
fuldstændig fra omverdenen. De taler stort set ikke med nogen, men går rundt med deres<br />
ejendele i poser og/eller indkøbsvogne. Nogle får pension, men en del lever af at samle<br />
flasker og rode i skraldespande.
<strong>STUDENTEREKSAMEN</strong><br />
Vejledende opgavesæt nr. 1<br />
<strong>ENGELSK</strong><br />
A-<strong>NIVEAU</strong><br />
Xxxxdag den xx. måned åååå<br />
Kl. 09.00 - 14.00<br />
2. delprøve: Kl. 10.00 - 14.00<br />
STX061-ENA2 V<br />
MAJ 2006
Essayopgave<br />
Assignment:<br />
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1. Write an essay (700-900 words) in which you analyse and interpret Yellow. To<br />
put your interpretation of Yellow into perspective, your essay must include a<br />
discussion of at least two of the other items listed below. One of these must be<br />
a text.<br />
2. Give a brief account (200-300 words) of the view of man versus nature as it<br />
appears in the extract from Wordsworth's poem Lines Composed a Few Miles<br />
Above Tintern Abbey and compare it to Yellow.<br />
Texts<br />
1. From Yellow, a short story by Peter Carty, first published in Neonlit, Quartet Books<br />
1999.<br />
2. Prospice, a poem by Robert Browning, 1889, published in The Norton Anthology<br />
of English Literature, W.W. Norton & Company 1974.<br />
3. From 50 years - My Story, an essay by Sir Edmund Hillary, published in National<br />
Geographic, May 2003.<br />
4. What is Reckless Op About?, a quotation from http://recklessop.com/<br />
5. Suicide's Note, 1926, a poem by Langston Hughes, published in Selected Poems of<br />
Langston Hughes, Alfred A. Knopf Inc. 1959.<br />
6. From Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey, a poem by William<br />
Wordsworth, 1798, published in The Norton Anthology of English Literature, W.W.<br />
Norton & Company 1974.<br />
Picture<br />
Caspar David Friedrich, The Sea of Ice, an oil painting from c 1823/24, in Caspar David<br />
Friedrich and Romantic Painting, Terrail 1994.
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TEXT1<br />
Peter Carty<br />
Yellow<br />
"Welcome to Egypt! Welcome to Egypt!"<br />
A deluge of Egyptian porters was trying to wrench Jon's bags away, angling for<br />
baksheesh. He shook hands with each one and handed out crumpled currency. Then he<br />
locked the door of his room against them, and tucked into his duty-free.<br />
5 The next day he walked along the promenade, impervious to the blue plain of the Red<br />
Sea. He reported to the diving school, a new construction of glass, marble and concrete.<br />
It contained a deep training pool with an elaborate tiled frieze of a scuba diver on its<br />
bottom. Jon's instructor was an Italian called Berto who wore wrap-around sunglasses<br />
which remained motionless when he spoke. He had a high-pitched yipping laugh.<br />
10 Berto gave Jon a form to sign which indemnified the school from damages in the<br />
event of his death or injury and certified that he did not suffer from a long list of<br />
medical conditions. What the fuck was he getting himself into this time? Jon worked his<br />
way down the boxes, inserting "No" in each one. He was overweight but in good<br />
physical condition for someone pushing forty, a second-string writer on a London<br />
15 listings magazine.<br />
There was only one other student in Berto's group, a retired brewer called Brian. Jon<br />
rapidly established that beyond a certain familiarity with various alcoholic beverages the<br />
amount he had in common with Brian was nil, all conversational overtures led nowhere.<br />
But he envied Brian his calm, the methodical way he assembled and clambered into the<br />
20 gear.<br />
As Berto lectured them on each item's function, Jon tried to concentrate. It was very<br />
important not to fuck up - a simple error could be disastrous. He tried to decide what<br />
the most crucial items of information were. This was all hard work. Was there any dutyfree<br />
left in his room? Only another couple of hours to go, and he'd have a nice full glass<br />
25 in one hand and the TV remote in the other.<br />
Berto's voice broke into his reverie. He was impressing on them the importance of<br />
continuous breathing underwater.<br />
"At ten metres down you are breathing in air under a lot of pressure, double surface<br />
pressure. If you hold your breath when you come up, the air can expand too much for<br />
-« your lungs to contain it."<br />
Jon listened with horror. So you were loaded down with all this ironmongery - there<br />
was even a belt with metal weights on it - and if there was an accident you were meant<br />
to take deep breaths as you lunged for the surface?
Berto did not seem to register his disquiet, and started detailing the exercises they<br />
35 would go through in the training pool.<br />
"One of the first things we'll do is clear the mask. To do this you tilt your head up<br />
and blow out through your nose."<br />
[...]<br />
Jon dragged air in, pushed the bottom of the mask out, and rammed it back as water<br />
flooded in. He held on to the top of the mask and tilted his bead back, blowing out. His<br />
40 nose filled. Water was spurting down into his lungs and it was unendurable, he was<br />
drowning. He shot up and erupted from the surface, gasping. Berto made him go<br />
through it a second time, with the same result. Eventually Jon got the hang of it: it<br />
seemed that each time his head was right back he'd breathed in slightly through his nose.<br />
Back on the surface Berto addressed him.<br />
45 "You are nervous under the water?"<br />
"And above the water."<br />
"Yip yip, yip, yip."<br />
Jon slunk off back to the hotel, avoiding Berto's and Brian's gaze, sliding into the<br />
duty-free shop for another bottle of gin before locking himself in his room. The editor<br />
50 had forced him to come out here on this freebie learn-to-scuba-dive trip. The travel and<br />
sports editors had instantly refused and no one else would do it (it meant no lunching in<br />
Soho for almost a week), but the tour operator was a big advertiser with the magazine.<br />
Jon hated anything active or sporty, yet here he was. They hadn't paid for his girlfriend<br />
to come, either. Mind you, the way things were going that was probably a plus. The<br />
55 silences between them had multiplied, then lengthened into an empty continuum.<br />
He poured more gin, but no matter how much he swallowed it was never enough.<br />
Next morning he retched down the lavatory, skipped the buffet in the hotel restaurant.<br />
He spoke aloud to himself.<br />
"The condemned man didn't eat a hearty breakfast."<br />
6o He forced himself to set off for the diving school and tried to ignore an inner voice.<br />
"You're yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow."<br />
He walked as slowly as he dared, but arrived almost immediately. They'd completed<br />
all the training-pool exercises, so today it was time to take the boat out into the bay for a<br />
practice dive in the sea. [...] Berto briefed them before the dive.<br />
65 "We're only going down ten metres the first time."<br />
Full fathom five.<br />
"Just before ascending I want you, Brian, to give Jon your spare mouthpiece to<br />
breathe from. Jon, be ready to take out your mouth-piece, insert Brian's spare and come<br />
up to the surface with him."<br />
TO Take out the air supply that far down and fuck about with another one? He couldn't<br />
do it, but he would have to. [...]<br />
Jon was not all right. He'd heard that drowning was a quick death: your lungs filled<br />
and that was more or less it, bit of thrashing about, not a bad way to go. But he sucked<br />
and sucked on the mouthpiece, trying to get as much air as possible into his lungs. The
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75 valves in the equipment hissed and bubbles shot out and detonated. He jolted his arms<br />
and legs about, though he knew that if he didn't relax them he'd get cramp and drown -<br />
then again, if he let them go free he'd sink anyway.<br />
They were over the reef. A large ray ghosted across, a stealth bomber winging its way<br />
back into the depths. To one side was the deep, a soft blue that went down for ever, for<br />
80 more than nine hundred metres to form one side of a gigantic trench, a gargantuan<br />
continuation of the African rift valley. Jon tried not to look sideways, but his head turned<br />
despite him.<br />
You could lose yourself in that, swallowed up and gone for ever, a speck vanishing in<br />
the blue without sound or ripple. Buddhists talked of opening yourself up to emptiness -<br />
85 well, here it was next to him, but he didn't want to commune with it, he wanted to keep<br />
it as far away as possible.<br />
The trio stopped. Jon's heart hammered away, trying not to sink any further. Berto<br />
was making signals. It was time for Jon to take his air supply out and insert Brian's<br />
spare mouthpiece. Fuck.<br />
90 Jon saw Brian hold the mouthpiece out in slow motion. He would have to go through<br />
with this. In a blur he tore his air supply out, crammed in the new one, blew the excess<br />
water out and sucked desperately.<br />
No air. Water, solid water, unbelievable. Gel flowing in and solidifying, the others<br />
hovering in supplication. Motionless. Another desperate try, and there was nothing other<br />
than water in his world. He was drowning, drowning for ever. Time was away and<br />
somewhere else.<br />
He exploded upwards. The frothing ceiling was a long way away and he wasn't going<br />
to make it.<br />
Berto grabbed him and thrust in a mouthpiece just before Jon broke the surface,<br />
100 gasping for life, clawing in air. Brian had handed him the mouthpiece upside down. It<br />
was useless the wrong way up. None of them had noticed in time. Back on land Jon<br />
bought Berto a beer. Berto took a sip and angled his shades towards Jon.<br />
"You know, you are very close to your panic level underwater."<br />
"Lack of moral fibre, I'm afraid."<br />
"Yip, yip, yip,YEEP."<br />
He looked at Berto's shades. At first there was nothing and then he saw himself<br />
staring, wide-eyed. On the walk back the voice taunted him<br />
"Yellow, yellow, yellow. Yellow as the desert sand."<br />
The next day they followed the same routine, lugging the air cylinders and other kit<br />
110 on to the boat before casting off. Jon looked up from the blue water, past the buildings<br />
on the shoreline to the desert mountains. It wasn't a bad sight, a good vista for his last<br />
day on earth.<br />
As he stepped out into the sea Jon cursed himself for going through all this again.<br />
Underwater he stuck close to Berto, though he didn't see how Berto would be able to<br />
save him if he had a cardiac arrest or asthma attack Why did he have to torture himself?
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At least if he knew he was definitely going to drown he could resign himself, remove<br />
some of this stress, this tearing anxiety. After all, everyone died in the end. What<br />
difference did it make when you went?<br />
[...]<br />
The magazine would let him go soon. His writing would dwindle, disappear down to<br />
a dot and vanish, his girlfriend would have left long before and he'd cast off from the<br />
last of his friends and relatives. Jon looked down at the reef, a cliff dropping away into<br />
soft darkness. An immensity of nothingness, a massive absence that was a presence.<br />
Unfathomable. As fish died, the deep had absorbed them for millions of years, more<br />
lately divers had merged with it, thrashing Action Man dolls that became smaller and<br />
smaller and then were nothing, their nothingness part of an immeasurable emptiness, as<br />
if they had never been. The deep was here whether he was swimming over it or not. It<br />
had been here waiting while he slept, sodden, in his hotel room.<br />
He thought of his fear and became angry. Well, this would show them he wasn't<br />
yellow. Then he was calm again and looked back up at himself from below. He dropped<br />
behind the others, swung out behind an outcrop of coral, pulled out the mouthpiece and<br />
drank.
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TEXT 2<br />
1 Prospice, Latin: "look ahead".<br />
Robert Browning<br />
Prospice 1<br />
Fear death? - to feel the fog in my throat,<br />
The mist in my face,<br />
When the snows begin, and the blasts denote<br />
I am nearing the place,<br />
5 The power of the night, the press of the storm,<br />
The post of the foe;<br />
Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,<br />
Yet the strong man must go:<br />
For the journey is done and the summit attained,<br />
10 And the barriers fall,<br />
Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained,<br />
The reward of it all.<br />
I was ever a fighter, so - one fight more,<br />
The best and the last!<br />
15 I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,<br />
And bade me creep past.<br />
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers<br />
The heroes of old,<br />
Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears<br />
20 Of pain, darkness and cold.<br />
For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave,<br />
The black minute's at end,<br />
And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave,<br />
Shall dwindle, shall blend,<br />
25 Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain,<br />
Then a light, then thy breast,<br />
O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again,<br />
And with God be the rest!
TEXT 3<br />
Sir Edmund Hillary<br />
50 Years - My Story<br />
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The New Zealand mountaineer Edmund Hillary and his Sherpa guide Tenzing Norgay were the first humans to reach<br />
Earth's highest point: the summit of Mount Everest in the Himalayas on May 29, 1953. Hillary was knighted for his<br />
feat and in later years led expeditions to the South Pole and to the source of the Yangtze River. He also committed<br />
himself to humanitarian work among the Sherpas through his Himalayan Trust.<br />
In the following excerpt from an article in National Geographic Edmund Hillary recalls 50 years on top of the world.<br />
Ever since the morning of May 29, 1953, when Tenzing Norgay and I became the first<br />
climbers to step onto the summit of Mount Everest, I've been called a great adventurer.<br />
The truth is, I'm just a rough old New Zealander who has enjoyed many challenges in<br />
his life. In fact, as I look back after 50 years, getting to the top of Everest seems less<br />
5 important, in many ways, than other steps I've taken along the way - steps to improve<br />
the lives of my Sherpa friends in Nepal and to protect the culture and beauty of the<br />
Himalaya.<br />
Not that I wasn't excited to reach the top of the world. I remember when Tenzing and<br />
I faced the icy, narrow final ridge to the summit. Some on our team had predicted the<br />
10 ridge would be impossible to climb, but it didn't look so bad to us. After attaching fresh<br />
oxygen bottles to our masks, we set off. I led the way, hacking a line of steps with my<br />
ice axe. After about an hour we came to a 40-foot-high rock buttress barring our path -<br />
quite a problem at nearly 29,000 feet. An ice cornice was overhanging the rock on the<br />
right with a long crack inside it. Beneath the cornice the mountain fell away at least<br />
15 10,000 feet to the Kangshung Glacier. Would the cornice hold if I tried to go up? There<br />
was only one way to find out.<br />
Jamming my crampons into the ice behind me, I somehow wriggled my way to the<br />
top of the crack, using every handhold I could find. For the first time I felt confident<br />
that we were going to make it all the way. To the right I saw a rounded snow dome and<br />
20 kept cutting steps upward. In less than an hour I reached the crest of the ridge, with nothing<br />
but space in every direction. Tenzing joined me, and to our great delight and relief<br />
we stood on top of Mount Everest.<br />
[...]<br />
So over the years I've done lots of expeditions and projects in remote parts of the<br />
world - some big ones and many small ones. I've stood at both the North and South<br />
25 poles as well as on the world's highest peak. When I look back over my life, though, I<br />
have little doubt that the most worthwhile things I have done have not been getting to<br />
the summits of great mountains or to the extremes of the earth. My most important<br />
projects have been the building and maintaining of schools and medical clinics for my<br />
dear friends in the Himalaya and helping restore their beautiful monasteries too.
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TEXT 4<br />
What Is Reckless Op About?<br />
Reckless Op is about challenging yourself to rise above the "standard" of life and being<br />
more, achieving more and accomplishing more. It is about pushing yourself beyond<br />
preconceived limits. It is about asking "Can it be done", and then DOING IT!<br />
Reckless Op is about riding 16" tall motorcycles [...] Reckless Op is about laying it<br />
5 all on the line for the thrill of the challenge. It is about sitting on the tank of a motorcycle,<br />
doing a wheelie at 80 mph, it is about jumping from a plane 15,000 feet in the air,<br />
it is about hitting a whip ramp at 40 mph and flying 50 feet in the air and letting go of<br />
your bike! [...]<br />
For those of you who have never experienced pushing yourself beyond what anyone<br />
10 thought possible, you will never understand this. You are missing out. For those of you<br />
who LIVE your life to the fullest and constantly push yourself, you know exactly what<br />
we are talking about.<br />
It is an attitude towards life that too few ever experience. Reckless Op is not about<br />
danger - it is about a love of life.<br />
Reckless Op is about expecting the best from yourself. It is about setting goals,<br />
15 reaching those goals, and setting more goals. It is about pushing yourself, your skills,<br />
your talents, your character and your will to the limit.
TEXT 5<br />
TEXT 6<br />
Langston Hughes<br />
Suicide's Note<br />
The calm,<br />
Cool face of the river<br />
Asked me for a kiss.<br />
William Wordsworth<br />
Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey<br />
[...] For I have learned<br />
To look on nature, not as in the hour<br />
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes<br />
The still sad music of humanity,<br />
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power<br />
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt<br />
A presence that disturbs me with the joy<br />
Of elevated thoughts: a sense sublime<br />
Of something far more deeply interfused,<br />
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,<br />
And the round ocean and the living air,<br />
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:<br />
A motion and a spirit, that impels<br />
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,<br />
And rolls through all things.<br />
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PICTURE<br />
Caspar David Friedrich, The Sea of Ice, an oil painting, c 1823/24.<br />
A source of inspiration for the painting was the polar expedition mounted by William Edward Parry from 1819 to 1820 in search of<br />
the North-west Passage. The picture contains an echo of the episode in Friedrich's childhood when his young brother fell through the<br />
ice and drowned, a tragedy partly precipitated by Friedrich himself.
Anvendt materiale (til brug for Copy-Dan)<br />
Peter Carty, Yellow<br />
Neonlit, Quartet Books, 1999.<br />
Robert Browning, Prospice<br />
The Norton Anthology of English Literature<br />
W.W. Norton & Company, 1974.<br />
Sir Edmund Hillary, 50years - My Story<br />
National Geographic, May 2003.<br />
What is Reckless Op About?<br />
A quotation from http://recklessop.com/<br />
Langston Hughes, Suicide's Note<br />
Selected Poems of Langston Hughes<br />
Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. 1959.<br />
William Wordsworth, Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey<br />
The Norton Anthology of English Literature<br />
W.W. Norton & Company, 1974.<br />
Caspar David Friedrich, The Sea of Ice, an oil painting, c 1823/24<br />
Caspar David Friedrich and Romantic Painting, Terrail, 1994.<br />
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