After twenty-third hour at night, the house was quiet. I didn't go to bed. Under the strong light, I looked sadly before me at a huge pile of that troublesome thing they call “books”.
I would have my important examination the next day. “When can I go to bed?” I asked myself. I didn't answer, in fact I dared not.
As soon as the clock struck twelve, I suddenly heard and couldn't help crying “Oh, dear! Many more books to read before I can go to bed!” We students are the most wretched creatures in the world. Dad does not agree with me on this. He didn't have to work so hard when he was a boy.
When the clock struck one, I felt I was hopeless now. I forgot all I had learned. I was too tired to go on. I did the only thing I could. I prayed, “Oh, God, please help me pass the exam tomorrow. I do promise to work hard afterwards, Amen.” My eyes were so heavy that I could hardly open them a few minutes later, with my head on the desk, I fell asleep.
