Little Zachary was doing very badly in math. His
parents had tried everything...tutors, mentors,
flash cards, special learning centers. In short,
everything they could think of to help his math.
Finally, in a last ditch effort, they took Zachary down
and enrolled him In the local Catholic school. After the first day,
little Zachary came home with a very serious look on his face. He
didn't even kiss his mother hello.
Instead, he went straight to his room and started
studying. Books and papers were spread out all over the room and
little Zachary was hard at work. His mother was amazed. She called
him down to dinner.
To her shock, the minute he was done, he marched back
to his room without a word, and in no time, he was back hitting the
books as hard as before. This went on For some time, day after day,
while the mother tried to understand what made all the difference.
Finally, little Zachary brought home his report Card. He quietly
laid it on the table, went up to his room and hit the books. With
great trepidation, His Mom looked at it and to her great surprise,
Little Zachary got an 'A' in math. She could no longer hold her
curiosity. She went to his room and said, 'Son, what was it? Was it
the nuns?' Little Zachary looked at her and shook his head, no.
'Well, then,' she replied, Was it the books, the discipline, the
structure, the uniforms? WHAT WAS IT?'
Little Zachary looked at her and said, 'Well, on the
first day of school when I saw that guy nailed to the plus sign, I
knew they weren't fooling around.'
