Until a child tells you  what they are thinking, we can't even begin to  imagine how their mind is working....   Little Zachary was  doing very badly in maths.  His parents had  tried everything...tutors, mentors,  flash  cards, special learning centres.  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 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 guy nailed to the plus sign, I knew  they weren't fooling around.'

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