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BACCALAUREAT GENERAL Des que ce sujet vous est remis, assurez-vous qu'il est complet. a Ce sujet comporte 5 pages numerotees de 1/5 5/5. Comprehension 14 points Expression Traduction 6 points Brenda was an excellent athlete. At five-foot-eleven in her junior year, she was the star of the girls' varsiti basketball
BACCALAUREAT GENERAL Des que ce sujet vous est remis, assurez-vous qu'il est complet. a Ce sujet comporte 5 pages numerotees de 1/5 5/5. Comprehension 14 points Expression Traduction 6 points Brenda was an excellent athlete. At five-foot-eleven in her junior year, she was the star of the girls' varsiti basketball team and the girls' volleyball team. She had already broken all the school's scoring records. Her picture was almost always in the weekend paper's sports pages. Scouts had come from colleges to watch her play. s There was talk that she might have an opportunity to play for the United States volleyball team in the Olympics. Other fathers attended the games and sat watching with proud smiles on their faces. About the time Daddy became our own Mr. Hyde, he stopped going altogether and then started to ridicule Brenda by telling her things like, "You're not going to be a professional athlete. Why waste your time?" He told 10 her he thought her grades could be higher, even though she ran a good B+ average with all her extracurricular activities. "If you didn't waste your time with all these games, you'd have As instead," he said. "It's about time you got serious about your life and stopped all this childish nonsense." 15 He had never called it that, had never tried to discourage her from participating. When he spoke to her like this, Brenda's eyes would become glassy with tears, but she would not cry or respond. Sometimes, she could be harder than he was, and she would stand there as still and as cold as a petrified tree while he rained his lectures and complaints down around her. She looked as if she had turned off her 20 ears and turned her eyes completely around. I cowered in the corner or ran up to my room, crying as much for her as I did for myself and Mama. Because of all this, our family dinners turned into silent movies. The tinkle of glasses, dishes, and silverware was like thunder. Brenda wouldn't talk about her games anymore, and Mama was afraid to bring up any subject because Daddy would 25 either be sarcastic or complain. He would sit there scowling or rubbing his temples. If Mama asked him what was wrong, he would just grunt and say, "Nothing, nothing. Don't start nagging me." I kept my eyes down. Iwas afraid