Frogs Are Not Princes

The week is finally almost over and I can’t wait. It is always an exciting moment when I leave my last class on Friday. Don’t get me wrong. I love the kids and I definitely give my share of hugs and kisses, but a classroom full of them is worthy of a survivor challenge. Anyways, in the few moments I have, a quick story.

Yesterday I had my first frog experience. For some reason, everyone here is deathly afraid of frogs. They refuse to be in the same room. Luckily for me, Kayla always saves the day and gracefully removes the frog from the vicinity. However, yesterday she was teaching class when a frog showed up in the library. I had a boy walk up to me shyly and ask me if I was afraid of frogs. Just a little background – I’d never touched one before in my life. But being the brave person I want to be, I said no. He proceeded to hold out a clock with a frog sitting on it. I took in a deep breath and proceeded to do all I knew how to move the frog toward the door. I took it a few steps before it jumped onto a new object. I picked it up and kept walking. I made it through about three objects and was pretty close to the door. Then it jumped on my leg. It was a little startling, but I was okay. Until it started jumping higher and higher on my leg to the point that it was in my skirt. Everyone was watching me because I was the crazy white girl that would touch frogs, so I couldn’t just lift up my skirt and get it. After a bit of a dance, the frog found its new home outside of the library, and I was a hero. I just hope Kayla’s there for me next time. :-)

Well, I have to go, but I hope everyone is doing well. I’ll keep you updated on any following frog adventures.

~Ashley~