Little Joe
Little Joe was doing very badly in math.
His parents had tried everything... Tutors,
Mentors, flash cards, special learning centres. In
short, everything they could think of to help his
math.
Finally, in a last ditch effort, they took
Joe down and enrolled him in the local Catholic
school. After the first day, little Joe 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 Joe 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 Joe 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
Joe got an "A" in maths. She could no longer hold
her curiosity.
She went to his room and said, "Son, what was it? Was
it the nuns?" Little Joe 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 ALREADY?"
Little Joe looked at her and said, "Well, on the
first day of school when I saw that guy nailed to the
sign of that cross, I knew they weren't fooling around."