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Elisa Waingort

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A Teacher Musing Out Loud

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  • Cancer

    It has been a long time since I’ve posted on my blog, but I have a good reason for my absence. I have cancer. Non-Hodgkin lymphoma, to be exact. So, you can see why I have been MIA; my attention has been elsewhere, of course. Not surprisingly, my energy level has been less than stellar. Read more

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  • Book Nerd

    I am a book nerd. But that’s not a strange label to have, at least not in this group. I am sure that many of us, if not all, who share our slices every Tuesday on the Two Writing Teachers blog are also book nerds. I’m not alone. I know that. But I’m coming to Read more

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  • Conversations

    I spent part of today talking quietly with individual students. We talked about their responses to a survey I had asked them to fill out yesterday. These brief talks with my students felt strange at first; it wasn’t until later that I realized why. Nevertheless, I continued to meet with my students throughout the day. Read more

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  • Conversations – They Really Do Help!

    Sometimes it only takes a conversation to address a problem and find a solution. In fact, most problems can be resolved through conversation. (If only world leaders thought so, too! Perhaps many wars and battles could have been avoided…) Kids rise to the occasion and respond in mature ways when they are trusted to do Read more

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  • Yoga and Living the Life of a BADASS

    I finally went to a yoga class this afternoon. Although I’m not a big yoga person, I have enjoyed going to yoga in the past. However, it has been a long time since I’ve gone; I am intimidated by the usually more experienced participants that populate yoga classes. So, instead of plowing through and not Read more

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  • Carvel

    Carvel. The ice cream store. A memory. Out of nowhere. A short walk from my house. On Kings Highway. In Brooklyn. We walk there after dinner. For the best soft ice cream in the world. My parents. Younger. Me. Younger. My mother rarely buys her own cone. Eats at least 1/2 of my father’s ice Read more

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  • Naive, gullible – That’s Me

    I have always been very naive. Gullible. Too trusting. Stupid, even. And, I don’t say this lightly, so let it sit for a while. Stupid, even. I can’t imagine why anyone would deliberately undermine me. Especially not someone I interact with every day. Someone I consider a trusted friend or colleague. When something happens to Read more

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  • A Revelation

    I had a revelation this afternoon You know. One of those aha! moments that is only possible when I write. When I take the time to reflect and write on what’s happening around me, it will come. That revelation. That aha! moment. That sense of: “Duh! But of course! Why didn’t I see that before?” Read more

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  • I am a teacher

    I am a teacher. I touch minds and hearts. I work hard, long hours, especially during the summer. I am a teacher. I love what I do even when no one notices. As I inch towards the end of my teaching career (I can’t imagine not teaching so I can’t think about retirement, yet), I Read more

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  • Type and Erase

    I type and erase. Type and erase. Type and erase. Nothing sounds right. Nothing makes sense. I have nothing to say. And, I write anyway. I face the blank page. Like my students. And, write something. Anything. The words on the page say, I’m here. I exist. Crossposted to Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Read more

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