> Little Zachary, a Jewish kid, was doing very
> badly in math. His parents had tried everything:
> tutors, mentors, flash cards, Sylvan Learning Center,
> 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
> poor guy nailed to that big plus
sign, I knew
> they weren't fooling around."
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