Little Zachary was doing very bad 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."