Little Zachary was doing very badly in maths.

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 Mum looked at it and to her

great surprise, little Zachary got an 'A' in maths.

She could no longer hold her curiosity.

 
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.'