Sun., Feb. 1 Overcast The night before the examination The clock struck eleven at night. The whole housewas quiet. Everyone was in bed except me. Under the strong light, I looked gloomily before me at a huge pile of that disgusting stuff they call“books”. I was going to have my examination the next day. “When can I go to bed?” I asked myself. I did not 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 students are the most wretched creatures in the world.