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L’ [1] s’appelle Sophie. La fête est chez elle.

Henri a soixante-dix-sept ans.

C. Trop occupé!  Everyone had a busy day today. Say what each person did by filling in the blanks with the passé composé of the verbs in parentheses. (7 x 1 pt. each = 7 pts.)

I. Partie Auditive Conversations  Listen to these conversations among various people and select the most logical continuation for each. (5 x 2 pts. each = 10 pts.) Remember: You should play it once through to get familiarized with it. The second time round you should select your response. You should then play it a third time to check your answers. Please then do move on. If you spend too much time here then you will run out of time and may not be able to complete your quiz.   

Ma sœur préfère [1] boisson gazeuse.

The nurse practitioner observes a tender, swollen red furuncle on the upper lid margin of a child’s eye. What treatment will the nurse practitioner recommend?

Identify the title for the following items: The Sixties Songbook, a proposed log cabin, Paducah Community College, a Civil War battle park, a drive-in theater.  

Identify the author: Still alive and writing, this Vietnam veteran wrote about the Vietnam conflict as a surrealistic experience in his National Book Award- winning novel. He received a Purple Heart in action at My Lai and presents the absurdity of war through the experiences of the soldier on the ground.  

Identify the title: At stake is the survival of our civilization and the habitability of the Earth. . . .This too is a moral moment, a crossroads. This is not ultimately about any scientific discussion or political dialogue. It is about who we are as human beings. It is about our capacity to transcend our own limitations, to rise to this new occasion. To see with our hearts, as well as our heads, the response that is now called for. This is a moral, ethical and spiritual challenge. We should not fear this challenge. We should welcome it. We must not wait.  

Identify the title:You that never done nothin’But build to destroyYou play with my worldLike it’s your little toyYou put a gun in my handAnd you hide from my eyesAnd you turn and run fartherWhen the fast bullets fly. You’ve thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed  You ain’t worth the blood That runs in your veins.