F.R.O.G.’s favourite phrase is  NEGU (Never Ever Give Up!)

FROG IN A MILK-PAIL story

A toad and a frog drowning in a pail half-filled with milk... The frog swam about attempting to reach the top of the pail, he found that the sides of the pail were too high and steep to reach …

He tried to stretch his hind legs to push off the bottom of the pail but found it too deep. But this frog is determined not to give up, and he continued to struggle.

He kicked and squirmed and kicked and squirmed, until at last, all his churning about in the milk had turned the milk into a big hunk of butter … The butter was now solid enough for him to climb onto and get out of the pail!

Lessons from the story of the S.I.L.K

One day, the wife of  Huang Di, the Yellow Emperor, was picking some cocoons from a mulberry tree.

She accidentally dropped one of the cocoons into her cup of tea.

She pulled it out.

She found it unwound into one long thin thread.

She worked out how to weave the thread into silk cloth.

The story of Helen Keller Printed for all pupils

Passion for Learning – Story of Helen Keller

Helen Adams Keller was born with full sight and hearing on 27 June 1880 in Tuscumbia, a small rural town in Northwest Alabama, USA.  In February 1882, when Helen was nineteen months old, she fell ill and became both blind and deaf.

The following few years proved very hard for Helen and her family.  She became a very difficult child, smashing dishes and lamps and terrorizing the whole household with her screaming and temper tantrums. 

Her parents found her a teacher, Anne Sullivan.  Anne Sullivan had lost the majority of her sight at the age of five.  She had two operations on her eyes, which led to her regaining enough sight to be able to read normal print  for short periods of time. 

Despite being blind and deaf, Helen’s passion for learning was one day ignited

by her teacher.  Helen later recounted the incident: “We walked down the path to the well-house, attracted by the fragrance of the honey-suckle with which it was covered.

Someone was drawing water and my teacher placed my hand under the spout.  As the cool stream gushed over one hand she spelled into the other the word water, first slowly, then rapidly.

I stood still, my whole attention fixed upon the motions of her fingers.  Suddenly I felt a misty consciousness as of  something forgotten, a thrill of returning thought, and somehow the mystery of language was revealed to me.”

Helen immediately asked Anne for the name of the pump to be spelt on her hand and then the name of the trellis. All the way back to the house Helen learned the name of everything she touched and also asked for Anne’s name.

Anne spelled the name “Teacher” on Helen’s hand.  Within the next few hours Helen learnt the spelling of thirty new words.