The Boy Failing Maths.

A ten-year-old Jewish boy was failing his mathematics. His parents tried everything from tutors to hypnosis, not to mention summer school -- all to no avail. Finally, at the insistence of a family friend, they decided to enrol their son in a private Catholic school. After the first day, the boy's parents were surprised when he walked in after school with a stern, focused, and very determined _expression on his face.

He went straight past them, right to his room and quietly closed the door. For two hours he toiled away in his room -- with math books strewn about his desk and the surrounding floor. He emerged long enough to eat, and after quickly cleaning his plate, went straight back to his room, closed the door and worked feverishly at his studies until bedtime.

This pattern of behaviour continued until it was time for the first quarter's report card. The boy walked in with it unopened -- laid it on the dinner table and went straight to his room. Cautiously, his mother opened it and, to her amazement, she saw the letter 'A' under the subject of Math. Overjoyed, she and her husband rushed into their son's room, thrilled at his remarkable progress.

"Was it the nuns that did it?" the father asked.

The boy shook his head and said "No."

"Was it the one-to-one tutoring? The peer-mentoring?"

"No."

"The textbooks? The teachers? The curriculum?"

"No," said the son, "on that first day, when I walked in the front door and saw that guy nailed to the plus sign, I knew they meant business!"

Rick.

"Bravo" Bravo

The nuns where I went to school would not let me lift my head. Supposed that is why maths was difficult for me.

That's a good one Rick!