Little Johnny was getting decent grades in everything but math, where his grades were dismal. Every idea his parents tried was met with another "D" or "F" grade. Finally, in despair, they enrolled him in a Catholic school in hopes that the atmosphere there would encourage better grades. His first day there, Johnny came home with his math book, dashed upstairs, and only came out for supper, buried in his math book the entire while. This went on daily, and he even passed up fun on the weekend to study nothing but math. Sure enough, he brought home a report card with an "A" in math, and his parents were ecstatic, but wanted to know why he was doing better. "Is it the holy atmosphere," they asked. "Naw," said Johnny. "Better textbook? Better teaching?" He consistently shook his head no. "Then what is it," they asked. "Well, on Day One, I went in there and saw the place littered with statues and paintings of some kid nailed to a plus-sign, so I figured these Catholics take this math shit seriously," he said.
