Little Gaetano was doing very badly in school. He was failing all exams. His parents had tried everything: house tutors, mentors, flash cards, special learning centers; all in vain. In short, everything they could think of to help their son Gae.
Finally, in a last ditch effort, they took Gaetano to a local Catholic school.
After the first day, little Gaetano 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 Gaetano was now working hard. His mother was amazed.
She called him for 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 buried in books as hard as before. Almost every day, the mother had to force him to sleep else he could transnight. This went on for some time, day after day, while the mother tried to understand what made all the difference.
Finally, little Gaetano brought home his report card. He quietly laid it on the table, went up to his room and as usual buried himself in books. With great trepidation, his Mom looked at it and to her great surprise, little Gaetano had decorated his report form with “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 Gaetano 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 Gaetano 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!”