Indholdsfortegnelse
Assignment 1
Find alle verberne (udsagnsordene) i præsens (nutid) i nedenstående tekst, og omskriv dem til præteritum (datid). Skriv hele teksten som dit svar, og markér verberne tydeligt som i eksemplet.

Assignment 2
a. Find og skriv fem adjektiver (tillægsord) og gradbøj dem, hvor det er muligt, i 1., 2. og 3. grad. Forklar reglerne for gradbøjning. Inddrag alle dine eksempler i din forklaring af reglerne. Angiv minuttal for hvert adjektiv. Skriv dit svar på dansk.

b. Find og skriv tre forskellige verballed (udsagnsled) i tre forskellige grammatiske tider. Skriv, hvilken grammatisk tid verballeddet tilhører. Angiv minuttal for hvert verballed.

c. Find og skriv tre forskellige personlige pronominer (stedord). Angiv minuttal forhvert pronomen.

Assignment 3
The sentences below, which are from two different texts, have been jumbled.
Connect the sentences so that they form two coherent texts.

Assignment 4
a. Beskriv kort den sproglige stil i teksten, fx med hensyn til ordvalg og sætningsopbygning. Brug eksempler fra teksten. Skriv dit svar på dansk.

b. Write a reply from the captain of the football team, Leah Williamson, to Boris Johnson (50-75 words) in formal and grammatically correct English.

Assignment 5
- Summary
- Analytical essay

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Uddrag
It was Monday January 13th, 1986. Victor Wilcox lay awake, in the dark bedroom, waiting for his quartz alarm clock to beep. It was set to do this at 6.45.

How long he has waited he doesn’t know. He could easily find out by groping for the clock, lifting it to his line of vision, and pressing the button that illuminated the digital display.

But he preferred not to know. Supposing it was only six o’clock? Or even five? Whatever it was, he would not be able to get to sleep again.

This had become a regular occurrence lately: lying awake in the dark, waiting for the alarm to bleep, worrying.

Worries streaked towards him like enemy spaceships in one of Gary’s video games. He flinched, dodged, zapped them with instant solutions, but the assault was endless: the Avo account, the Rawlinson account, the annual review… […]

In an effort to escape this bombardment, perhaps even to doze awhile, he twisted onto his side, burrowed into the warm plump body of his wife, and threw an arm around her waist.

Startled, but still asleep, drugged with Valium, Marjorie swivelled to face him. Their noses and foreheads bumped against each other; there is a sudden flurry of limbs, an absurd pantomime struggle.

Marjorie put up her fist like a pugilist, groaned and pushed him away. An object slid off the bed on her side and fell to the floor with a thump. Victor knew what it was.