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Meanwhile, At The Village School...

A new family moved into our village a few months ago. They had moved out of the London suburbs where their son, Tommy, had been attending the local primary school.

Before the move, Tommy had not done at all well at arithmetic. His parents had tried everything - tutors, mentors, flash cards, special learning centres - in short, everything they could think of to help him cope with numbers

When they arrived in the village they enrolled him in the village Church of England Primary School. After the first day, little Tommy 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 Tommy 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 Tommy 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, he had got an "A" in arithmetic. She could no longer hold her curiosity. She went to his room and said, "Tommy, what was it? Was it the teachers? Was it his new friends?"

Tommy 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?"

Tommy 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."

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