TASK DEFINITION: Write a question from the passage such that it identifies a character (a person or a thing) in the passage.
PROBLEM: I went over to a guy's house to see a movie that he had acted in. It was our first date. He starts the movie and I settle back to watch. I was in film school and the guy, Nick, had told me he wanted my "professional" opinion.
We're five minutes into the movie when Nick reaches for the remote and says, "Let's fast forward to my part." I reply that, in order to adequately critique the movie, I should see it from the beginning. Nick assures me that his scene is self-contained and needs no context.
A fight scene plays. Nick pauses and asks, "What did you think?" I look confused and Nick says, "Did you miss me? Let's play it again." I watch the scene again, but still can't make out Nick. Nick rewinds, plays and pauses. "There I am," he says, gazing fondly at the screen.
Except the screen was gray. No actors. No landscape. Nothing, but gray snow.
"What do you think," he asked, his eyes never leaving the empty screen.
At that point, I realized Nick was crazy.
"That's great!," I said. "But look at the time. Time sure flies when you're having fun." Nick was still staring at the screen with a strange little smile.
I stood up. Nick stood up, now not smiling.
"You're not going anywhere," Nick said.
It's funny how fear works. I've found that in times of danger, adrenaline supersedes fear. I managed to trick Nick, hide from Nick and finally to escape after more than an hour of suspense.
Turns out it wasn't even Nick's place. He had taken me to the house of someone he had ripped off in a drug deal.
I am very wary now of going to a guy's home unless I know him extremely well.

SOLUTION: Who owned the apartment the author had been taken to?

PROBLEM: "To be real honest, Jeffrey, you're not making much progress," said Greg. "Are you practicing at all?"
"Well, yeah. Mom makes me. She sits there watching to make sure I'm getting the right fingering and phrasing."
"Hmm. I might need to talk to her about that." Greg hated when kids were forced into musicianship. He had been teaching private music lessons for more than ten years, and had seen it often. Parents made their kids miserable. It rarely worked anyway. "You don't really want to take piano, do you?"
"No, Sir."
"Well... "
"I wish my mom would let me take guitar lessons. That would be cool."
"You know you'd get calluses like this." Greg held out left hand and showed Jeffrey his fingertips.
"Yeah! My friend, Zach, has calluses. They're hard like plastic."
"Well, you know, it hurts for a while--until you build them up."
"I don't care. I love the guitar. I've been begging Mom to switch me from piano to guitar."
"I'll talk to her."
"Great! I already have a guitar and--"
"--don't get too excited yet. We'll see what she says."
"Thanks, Mr. Tenorly." He jumped up and ran for the front door. Then he stopped, rushed back over to grab his piano books, and raced out the door.
Greg's 3:30 lesson had been cancelled, so he now had a thirty minute break. Oftentimes, during a break, he would step outside and wander down the sidewalk, observing the townspeople going in and out of the shops around Coreyville Square.
But something was bugging him. His dad's birthday party was only a few days away. He hoped he wouldn't regret letting Cynthia talk him into going.

SOLUTION: Who jumped up and ran for the door?

PROBLEM: One student started packing up at the beginning of a lab exercise. I asked him where he was going. He said "I'm going to fail this class anyway, so I have other things to do." It was true that he wasn't doing well, and we had addressed this previously, but his attitude was completely defeatist. He had given up.
So, there, in the middle of class, before he could get away, I said "Well, yeah. You will certainly fail if you don't even try. I thought you were graduating at the end of this semester."
"I'm supposed to, but I won't, because I'm going to fail physics. All I need is a D." (He was right; his major didn't require knowing any physics but they put it in the curriculum as a kind of gatekeeper course. Most students took physics much earlier in their studies than he did.)
"If you have already decided to fail, I can't stop you; you're an adult. But you can make an appointment with me anytime. You already know that. You can email me. It's my job to help you understand, but you have to come to me. You are an adult. It would be very inappropriate of me to follow you around, inviting you to office hours. And you must do the homework and the labs."
He stayed for the lab. I notified his counselor about what was going on, and she called him in and said the same things that I said.
Next class he moved from the seat at the edge of my peripheral vision, to the middle, started working his ass off, and he passed. For a while I thought he was closing in on a C, but he got his D and graduated.
And I didn't give him anymore of a grading break than I give any of my students.

SOLUTION:
Who thought he was going to fail?