The clock struck eleven at night. The whole house was quiet. Everyone was in bed except me. Under the strong light, I looked sadly before a huge pile of troublesome stuff they call “books”.
I was going to have my examination the next day. "When can I go to bed?" I asked myself. I didn’t answer, in fact I dared not.
The clock struck 12. "Oh, dear!" I cried, " ten more books to read before I can go to bed!” We pupils are the most wretched creatures in the world. Dad does not agree with me on this. He did not have to work so hard when he was a boy ."
The clock struck one. I was quite hopeless now. I forgot all I had learnt. 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 heavy, so heavy that I could hardly open them. A few minutes later, with my head on the desk, I fell asleep.
When the author was going over his lessons, all the others in the house were_____ .

A．asleep	B．working in bed
C．outside	D．quietly laughing at him

Reviewing his lessons didn’t help him because ________.

A．it was too late at night

B．he was very tired

C．his eyes l ids were so heavy that he couldn’t keep them open

D．he hadn’t studied hard before the examination

What do you suppose happened to the author?

A．He went to a church to pray again

B．He passed the exam by luck

C．He failed in the exam

D．He was punished by his teacher

The best title for the passage would be __________.

A．The Night Before the Examination

B．Working Far into the Night

C．A Slow Student

D．Going Over My Lessons