Little Zachary was doing quite 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 maths.

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?" Little Zachary looked at her and said, "On the first day of
school when I saw that guy nailed to the plus sign, I knew they
weren't fooling around."