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 sometime, 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 ALREADY?'

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.'