(02.06 MC) Read the selection and the question, and choose the option that best answers the question. ¡Hola! Mi nombre es Marina y vivo en Colombia. Tengo 15 años y estoy en la escuela superior. En Colombia, la escuela superior tiene cuatro rutas diferentes: Los programas técnicos (1−2 años) Los programas tecnológicos (3 años) Los programas docentes (4−5 años) Los programas profesionales (4−5 años) Yo estudio en el programa técnico. Me encantan los animales y me gusta la comida saludable como las frutas y verduras. Cuando terminas los dos años del programa técnico, puedes comenzar a trabajar inmediatamente. Hace dos años que mi amigo Saúl estudia una carrera en el programa técnico también. Él estudia cómo medir las calles y avenidas cuando quieren construir o poner nuevas carreteras. Puede empezar a trabajar en un mes. Mi amiga Saida estudia en un programa docente para ser maestra.En las carreras profesionales necesitas estudiar más que en las carreras técnicas. Mi prima Anastasia estudia las computadoras en el curso tecnológico. A ella le encanta la tecnología. Based on the information from the text, who will take longer to complete his/her studies? (2 points)

 (02.03 MC) Read the selection, and then choose the option that answers the question. ¡Hola, amigos! Me llamo Rubén Suárez, y vivo en el pueblo de Mendoza, Argentina. Hoy es sábado, y mi padre está enfermo. Yo ayudo a mi padre a hacer las diligencias. Mi padre me dice en su lista de diligencias: Ten cuidado mientras manejas. Deposita mi cheque en el banco. No hagas la compra en el mercado; compra manzanas y pimientos en el supermercado. El supermercado cierra a las nueve de la noche. Compra el churrasco para la cena. Después, llena el tanque en la gasolinera; no se te olviden las llaves de mi automóvil. Finalmente, ve a mi tienda; la tienda se abre a las nueve de la mañana. A las siete de la noche, la tienda de mi padre se cierra. Based on the text, what may be different about a teenager living in the USA and Argentina? (2 points)

 (02.06 LC) Read and choose the option that best answers the question. Soy Elena y quiero ir a la universidad para ser abogada. Los viernes, trabajo con mi tía, la política Acosta, y su jefa, la señora Suárez, en sus oficinas. Ayudo con sus papeles, escribo en la computadora y ayudo con el teléfono. Based on the text, what profession does Elena currently have? (2 points)

 (02.01 LC) Read and match each incomplete sentence with the correct word or phrase to complete it. (8 points) Alfredo siempre tiene un pie cerca del ________ cuando maneja porque es muy cuidadoso. [Answer01] El ________ del carro es pequeño. No puedo llevar cuatro maletas. [Answer02] En España puedo tener el ________ a los 18 años y por fin puedo usar mi carro. [Answer03] Necesitas cambiar tu ________ con el gato antes de manejar a la ciudad. [Answer04]

 (02.01 LC) Read and match each incomplete sentence with the correct word or phrase to complete it. (8 points) Antes de ________ el carro, ponte el cinturón de seguridad. [Answer01] Lucía, ________; hay embotellamientos en la calle Laurel. [Answer02] Marta es una conductora segura; tiene ________ en el baúl del carro. [Answer03] Pablo está triste hoy; tiene ________. [Answer04]

 (02.01 MC) Read the selection and look at the images. Then, read the question and choose the option that best answers the question. © Kelley de Oliveira 2019Creative Commmons, Attribution 2.0 Generic El carro de mi amigo Sergio de Surinam El interior de mi carro ¡Hola! Soy Leandro y yo vivo en Argentina. Hoy mi amigo Sergio viene en su automóvil de Surinam, otro país de Sudamérica, porque vamos a visitar las cascadas de Iguazú. En Surinam, las personas manejan al lado izquierdo de la carretera, y el volante del carro de mi amigo Sergio está al lado derecho. Puedes ver la diferencia en las fotos, ¡qué locura! En Argentina, manejamos en el lado derecho como en los Estados Unidos. Las personas de Surinam usan kilómetros como nosotros en Argentina, y no usan millas como en los Estados Unidos. También, en muchos estados de EE. UU. puedes tener el permiso de manejar a los 16 años, pero en Argentina y en Surinam necesitamos tener 18 años para manejar. Sin embargo, no todo es diferente porque en los tres países te dicen: ponte el cinturón de seguridad y no envíes mensajes mientras manejas. Si te ve la policía de Argentina, Surinam o Estados Unidos, te puede poner una multa. Based on the text, what is a difference between the USA and Surinam when driving? (2 points)

 (02.06 MC) Listen to the audio and then choose the option that answers the question. What is the speaker’s profession? (2 points)

(LC) “The Old Swimmin’ Hole”By James Whitcomb Riley OH! the old swimmin’-hole! whare the crick so still and deepLooked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest belowSounded like the laugh of something we onc’t ust to knowBefore we could remember anything but the eyesOf the angels lookin’ out as we left Paradise;But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle,And it’s hard to part ferever with the old swimmin’-hole. Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the happy days of yore,When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore,Oh! it showed me a face in its warm sunny tideThat gazed back at me so gay and glorified,It made me love myself, as I leaped to caressMy shadder smilin’ up at me with sich tenderness.But them days is past and gone, and old Time’s tuck his tollFrom the old man come back to the old swimmin’-hole. Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the long, lazy-daysWhen the humdrum of school made so many run-a-ways,How plesant was the jurney down the old dusty lane,Whare the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so planeYou could tell by the dent of the heel and the soleThey was lots o’fun on hands at the old swimmin’-hole.But the lost joys is past! Let your tears in sorrow rollLike the rain that ust to dapple up the old swimmin’-hole. There the bullrushes growed, and the cattails so tall,And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all;And it mottled the worter with amber and goldTel the glad lilies rocked in the ripples that rolled;And the snake-feeder’s four gauzy wings fluttered byLike the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky,Or a wounded apple-blossom in the breeze’s controleAs it cut acrost some orchurd to’rds the old swimmin’-hole. Oh! the old swimmin’—hole! When I last saw the place,The scene was all changed, like the change in my face;The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spotWhare the old divin’-log lays sunk and fergot.And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be—But never again will theyr shade shelter me!And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul,And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin’-hole. Read these lines from the poem again: But them days is past and gone, and old Time’s tuck his tollFrom the old man come back to the old swimmin’-hole. These lines from the poem suggest that the speaker (4 points)

(LC) “The Old Swimmin’ Hole”By James Whitcomb Riley OH! the old swimmin’-hole! whare the crick so still and deepLooked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest belowSounded like the laugh of something we onc’t ust to knowBefore we could remember anything but the eyesOf the angels lookin’ out as we left Paradise;But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle,And it’s hard to part ferever with the old swimmin’-hole. Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the happy days of yore,When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore,Oh! it showed me a face in its warm sunny tideThat gazed back at me so gay and glorified,It made me love myself, as I leaped to caressMy shadder smilin’ up at me with sich tenderness.But them days is past and gone, and old Time’s tuck his tollFrom the old man come back to the old swimmin’-hole. Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the long, lazy-daysWhen the humdrum of school made so many run-a-ways,How plesant was the jurney down the old dusty lane,Whare the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so planeYou could tell by the dent of the heel and the soleThey was lots o’fun on hands at the old swimmin’-hole.But the lost joys is past! Let your tears in sorrow rollLike the rain that ust to dapple up the old swimmin’-hole. There the bullrushes growed, and the cattails so tall,And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all;And it mottled the worter with amber and goldTel the glad lilies rocked in the ripples that rolled;And the snake-feeder’s four gauzy wings fluttered byLike the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky,Or a wounded apple-blossom in the breeze’s controleAs it cut acrost some orchurd to’rds the old swimmin’-hole. Oh! the old swimmin’—hole! When I last saw the place,The scene was all changed, like the change in my face;The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spotWhare the old divin’-log lays sunk and fergot.And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be—But never again will theyr shade shelter me!And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul,And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin’-hole. The poem is structured so that it (4 points)

(LC) From “The Tyranny of Things” by Elizabeth Morris Two fifteen-year-old girls stood eyeing one another on first acquaintance. Finally one little girl said, “Which do you like best, people or things?” The other little girl said, “Things.” They were friends at once. I suppose we all go through a phase when we like things best; and not only like them, but want to possess them under our hand. The passion for accumulation is upon us. We make “collections,” we fill our rooms, our walls, our tables, our desks, with things, things, things. Many people never pass out of this phase. They never see a flower without wanting to pick it and put it in a vase, they never enjoy a book without wanting to own it, nor a picture without wanting to hang it on their walls. They keep photographs of all their friends and kodak albums of all the places they visit, they save all their theater programmes and dinner cards, they bring home all their alpenstocks. Their houses are filled with an undigested mass of things, like the terminal moraine where a glacier dumps at length everything it has picked up during its progress through the lands. But to some of us a day comes when we begin to grow weary of things. We realize that we do not possess them; they possess us. Our books are a burden to us, our pictures have destroyed every restful wall-space, our china is a care, our photographs drive us mad, our programmes and alpenstocks fill us with loathing. We feel stifled with the sense of things, and our problem becomes, not how much we can accumulate, but how much we can do without. We send our books to the village library, and our pictures to the college settlement. Such things as we cannot give away, and have not the courage to destroy, we stack in the garret, where they lie huddled in dim and dusty heaps, removed from our sight, to be sure, yet still faintly importunate. Then, as we breathe more freely in the clear space that we have made for ourselves, we grow aware that we must not relax our vigilance, or we shall be once more overwhelmed. For it is an age of things. As I walk through the shops at Christmas time and survey their contents, I find it a most depressing spectacle. All of us have too many things already, and here are more! And everybody is going to send some of them to everybody else! I sympathize with one of my friends, who, at the end of the Christmas festivities, said, “If I see another bit of tissue paper and red ribbon, I shall scream.” It extends to all our doings. For every event there is a “souvenir.” We cannot go to luncheon and meet our friends but we must receive a token to carry away. Even our children cannot have a birthday party, and play games, and eat good things, and be happy. The host must receive gifts from every little guest, and provide in return some little remembrance for each to take home. Truly, on all sides we are beset, and we go lumbering along through life like a ship encrusted with barnacles, which can never cut the waves clean and sure and swift until she has been scraped bare again. And there seems little hope for us this side our last port. And to think that there was a time when folk had not even that hope! When a man’s possessions were burned with him, so that he might, forsooth, have them all about him in the next world! Suffocating thought! To think one could not even then be clear of things, and make at least a fresh start! That must, indeed, have been in the childhood of the race. One central idea of Morris’s essay is that having too many things can be a burden to people. Which detail helps illustrate that idea? (4 points)