Little Zachary was doing very badly in math. His parents had tried everything: tutors, mentors, flash cards, special learning centres. Finally, in a last-ditch effort, they 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 or say “Hello”. Instead, he went straight to his room and started studying. Books and papers were soon spread out all over the room while little Zachary applied himself, hard at work.
His mother was amazed. She called him down to dinner. 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, and finally little Zachary brought home his report card. He put it on the table, and then went up to his room to study. His mom looked at the report card, and found Zachary had an ‘A’ in math. She went to his room and said, “Son, what was it? Was it the nuns?” The little boy shook his head. “Well, then,” she replied, “was it the books, the discipline, the uniforms?”Zachary looked at his mother and said, “No. It was the first day of school when I saw that guy nailed to the plus signed; I knew they weren’t fooling around”.
The Speaking Tree, Page: 06, 23, Jan, 2011