Little Tommy was doing very poorly in math. His parents had tried everything: tutors, flash cards,
special learning centers, you name it. In a last-ditch effort, they took Tommy and enrolled him in the local Catholic school.
After the first day, Tommy came home with a very serious look on his face. He didn't kiss his mother hello. Instead, he went
straight to his room and started studying. His mother was amazed. She called him to dinner a while later. To her absolute
shock, the minute he was done, Tommy mardched back to his room without a word and in no time he was back hitting the books
just as hard as before. This went on day after day while his mother tried to understand what made all the difference.
Finally, little Tommy brought home his report card. He quietly laid it on the table and went up to
his room and hit the books. With great trepidation, his mom looked at it. To her surprise, little Tommy had gotten an A in
math. She could no longer hold her curiosity at bay. She went to his room and asked, "Son, what was it? Was it the nuns?"
Little Tommy looked at her and shook his head. "Well then," she asked, "was it the books, the discipline, the structure, the
uniforms? WHAT was it?"
Tommy 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!"
