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Little Morris Cohen 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
mathematics.

<>Finally, in a last ditch effort, they took Morris down and enrolled
him in the local Catholic school.

After the first day, little Morris 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</> Morris 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 Morris 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 Morris 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 Morris 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 Morris 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 f***ing around."