<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071236643323399919</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:24:16.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fonte de Partilha</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana Sofia Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05963534421996030944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SXtlt8uLJbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cE9QdtsuDVI/S220/fot1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071236643323399919.post-862801332811258447</id><published>2009-04-02T08:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:09:45.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O ensino da Língua Portuguesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje vou estar &lt;a href="http://www.aox2008.uevora.pt/Ev_auditorio&amp;amp;monumentos.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Participo no Seminário &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;“O ensino da Língua Portuguesa: em redor das práticas dos professores do 1º ciclo do ensino básico”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este seminário decorre ao longo do dia, no Auditório do Colégio do Espírito Santo (Universidade de Évora), e reúne todos os Agrupamentos de Escolas do Distrito de Évora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Darei novidades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071236643323399919-862801332811258447?l=fontedepartilha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/feeds/862801332811258447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-ensino-da-lingua-portuguesa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default/862801332811258447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default/862801332811258447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-ensino-da-lingua-portuguesa.html' title='O ensino da Língua Portuguesa'/><author><name>Ana Sofia Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05963534421996030944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SXtlt8uLJbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cE9QdtsuDVI/S220/fot1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071236643323399919.post-3484377096603722499</id><published>2009-03-21T21:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:48:20.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A PRIMAVERA CHEGOU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdEuhSR8CQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UV5LEuODyEk/s1600-h/BXK19564_primavera800%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319083784278903042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdEuhSR8CQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UV5LEuODyEk/s320/BXK19564_primavera800%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLORES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era preciso agradecer às flores&lt;br /&gt;Terem guardado em si,&lt;br /&gt;Límpida e pura,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela promessa antiga&lt;br /&gt;Duma manhã futura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;       Sophia de Mello Breyner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071236643323399919-3484377096603722499?l=fontedepartilha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/feeds/3484377096603722499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/2009/03/primavera-chegou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default/3484377096603722499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default/3484377096603722499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/2009/03/primavera-chegou.html' title='A PRIMAVERA CHEGOU...'/><author><name>Ana Sofia Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05963534421996030944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SXtlt8uLJbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cE9QdtsuDVI/S220/fot1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdEuhSR8CQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UV5LEuODyEk/s72-c/BXK19564_primavera800%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071236643323399919.post-7140592919312102167</id><published>2009-02-20T09:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:24:05.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CARNAVAL</title><content type='html'>No Agrupamento de Escolas de Redondo o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carnaval&lt;/span&gt; foi festejado pelos alunos de todas as escolas do concelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdCMQ4xO5TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZLSHBbO8U7M/s1600-h/carnaval+redondo+200209+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318905381669233970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdCMQ4xO5TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZLSHBbO8U7M/s320/carnaval+redondo+200209+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Houve a preparação antes do desfile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdCMQvFepoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/W-kL544o7gU/s1600-h/carnaval+redondo+200209+(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318905379069798018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdCMQvFepoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/W-kL544o7gU/s320/carnaval+redondo+200209+(15).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Os pequenitos sempre muito engraçados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdCMQg_AvQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OhKfchQzGtY/s1600-h/carnaval+redondo+200209+(24).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318905375284575490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdCMQg_AvQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OhKfchQzGtY/s320/carnaval+redondo+200209+(24).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As turmas de Montoito muito bem disfarçadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdCMQIaMYaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gVRF32zENYQ/s1600-h/carnaval+redondo+200209+(26).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318905368687698338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdCMQIaMYaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gVRF32zENYQ/s320/carnaval+redondo+200209+(26).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As professoras também tentaram brincar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdCMPymEXqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5Qv8JrrR424/s1600-h/carnaval+redondo+200209+(28).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318905362831924898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdCMPymEXqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5Qv8JrrR424/s320/carnaval+redondo+200209+(28).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os professores tem por hábito brincarem com os seus alunos, mas este ano uma fatalidade (perda de um aluno de 8 anos) tirou essa vontade, mas... o Carnaval é para as crianças...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071236643323399919-7140592919312102167?l=fontedepartilha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/feeds/7140592919312102167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default/7140592919312102167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default/7140592919312102167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval.html' title='CARNAVAL'/><author><name>Ana Sofia Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05963534421996030944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SXtlt8uLJbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cE9QdtsuDVI/S220/fot1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdCMQ4xO5TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZLSHBbO8U7M/s72-c/carnaval+redondo+200209+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071236643323399919.post-3951472402179363588</id><published>2009-02-17T21:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:51:01.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O BURRO</title><content type='html'>Mais uma partilha de experiências em sala de aula. Este trabalho foi realizado com a intenção de explorar cada imagem da história de forma a desenvolver a oralidade e escrita, os alunos trabalharam em grupos de quatro. Após a observação atenta das imagens os alunos elaboraram a sua própria história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os alunos tiveram de dar um titulo à história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319826227401472210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPRxKcSONI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QctCdykapxo/s200/burro2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319826227626438034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPRxLR67ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NLXfGYb8S20/s200/burro3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319826227308115714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPRxKGBtwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NkKNOcc4yBk/s200/burro4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319826221971652482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPRw2Ntv4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/DMEnn5ZCK-E/s200/burro5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319826220953636514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPRwybADqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8-EGCcbXM70/s200/burro6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319826390302068162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPR6pS0DcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/q1D6BMINqzw/s200/burro7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071236643323399919-3951472402179363588?l=fontedepartilha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/feeds/3951472402179363588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-burro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default/3951472402179363588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default/3951472402179363588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-burro.html' title='O BURRO'/><author><name>Ana Sofia Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05963534421996030944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SXtlt8uLJbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cE9QdtsuDVI/S220/fot1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPRxKcSONI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QctCdykapxo/s72-c/burro2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071236643323399919.post-6252865703988072899</id><published>2009-02-14T19:59:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:16:15.718Z</updated><title type='text'>Projecto de Animação e Dinamização da Biblioteca Escolar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SZclkqp__cI/AAAAAAAAABw/6uAFpZiioZM/s1600-h/biblioteca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302748398108016066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SZclkqp__cI/AAAAAAAAABw/6uAFpZiioZM/s320/biblioteca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caros Colegas,&lt;br /&gt;Com este post, informo que existe um Projecto de Animação e Dinamização da Biblioteca que se encontra à vossa disposição na Biblioteca/Centro de Recursos da E.B1 de Redondo, da responsabilidade dos professores do Apoio Socioeducativo, Professora Ana Sofia Branco e Professor Jorge Gromicho.&lt;br /&gt;As actividades que se pretendem desenvolver são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sessões de Leitura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teatralização de histórias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Concursos de textos em prosa e poesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jornal de parede&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Participação no blogue com trabalhos dos alunos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pesquisas orientadas na internet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Caso seja do vosso interesse dinamizar outro tipo de actividades com a sua turma, contactem os professores do apoio socioeducativo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071236643323399919-6252865703988072899?l=fontedepartilha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/feeds/6252865703988072899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/2009/02/projecto-de-animacao-e-dinamizacao-da.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default/6252865703988072899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default/6252865703988072899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/2009/02/projecto-de-animacao-e-dinamizacao-da.html' title='Projecto de Animação e Dinamização da Biblioteca Escolar'/><author><name>Ana Sofia Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05963534421996030944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SXtlt8uLJbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cE9QdtsuDVI/S220/fot1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SZclkqp__cI/AAAAAAAAABw/6uAFpZiioZM/s72-c/biblioteca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071236643323399919.post-7075194873687028143</id><published>2009-01-29T17:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:56:50.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A LEITEIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O trabalho ilustrado neste post foi elaborado para desenvolver a oralidade na sala de aula e incentivar os alunos à leitura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Explorei esta história potenciando o debate e o poder de argumentação dos alunos recorrendo ao uso de um &lt;em&gt;power point&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O intuito deste post é partilhar a história e as respectivas imagens, que foram adaptadas de um conto tradicional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A LEITEIRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319811371356396114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPEQbXIGlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8HfWqKcn88k/s200/Imagem1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Era uma vez …uma linda menina, fresca como uma rosa e alegre como um passarinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________ vai fazer a descrição física da menina.)&lt;br /&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________ faz a descrição psicológica da menina.)&lt;br /&gt;(Explorar a imagem sobre outros aspectos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319785427203293650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdOsqR3AgdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/76-LKEHBhkM/s320/Imagem2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Vivia numa pequena aldeia numa casa branquinha e pequena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________ O que é uma aldeia?&lt;br /&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________ Qual das casas acha que é a da menina?)&lt;br /&gt;(Explorar a imagem sobre outros aspectos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319785428865664322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdOsqYDWRUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3Ejwut0I6uk/s320/Imagem3.png" border="0" /&gt;A sua modesta casinha tinha duas janelas e uma linda porta castanha. As divisões da casa eram muito pequenas e poucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________ Que divisões acham que tem a casa da bonita menina?&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver então….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-4&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319787033888049986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdOuHzOgS0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eUrpnGjCahs/s320/Imagem4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A casa tinha apenas uma cozinha muito pequena, mas muito limpinha e bem arranjada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Explorar a imagem sobre determinados aspectos como por ex: utensílios que vêm, etc )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319787033192999906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdOuHwoyq-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/L0NpOcPxgjQ/s320/Imagem5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;E um lindo quartinho cor-de-rosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Explorar a imagem sobre determinados aspectos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319787027191358162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdOuHaR44tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PMj3dGHkJnE/s320/Imagem6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ao lado da sua modesta casinha, a menina criava uma bela ovelhita.&lt;br /&gt;A ovelha dava sempre um belo e saboroso leite. Mas, a menina não conseguia consumir todo o leite, por isso ela fazia por o vender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________ O que quer dizer consumir?)&lt;br /&gt;(….O que nos dão as ovelhas?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319815651438619954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPIJj6P7TI/AAAAAAAAAIw/tD5uyJUrewc/s200/Imagem1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Enchia um grande cântaro de leite e colocava-o sobre a cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;A formosa leiteira vestia a sua roupa de domingo, colocava o seu aventalinho de cores vivas e uns lindos sapatos azuis.&lt;br /&gt;O suave sol da manhã iluminava o seu lindo rosto e fazia brilhar os seus olhos sonhadores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________ Sabes o que é um cântaro? De que materiais podem ser feitos os cântaros?)&lt;br /&gt;(Explorar a imagem sobre determinados aspectos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319793657747845378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdO0JXBvsQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/O7WfrLZW03Y/s320/Imagem8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ao fundo ficava a cidade, rodeada de um pequeno monte de pinheiros perfumados, que se transformavam em música suave quando o vento brincava às escondidas nas suas copas redondas. O fumo branco e fino das chaminés elevava-se em caprichosas linhas, acabando por se desvanecer no azul infinito do céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________ Sabes explicar a diferença entre uma aldeia e uma cidade?)&lt;br /&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________ Explicar a última linha lida.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-9 &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319793662042327666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdO0JnBoSnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/9RzLAZNz1e4/s320/Imagem9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319793661068696882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdO0JjZf3TI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LsqeTOKfJWY/s320/Imagem11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319793662081521122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdO0JnK-VeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fXgyEn1_nLs/s320/Imagem12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-12&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319796573000899554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdO2zDMPG-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/8oPCVRVUTQQ/s200/Imagem13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A leiteira, com o seu cântaro sobre a cabeça, pensava no lucro que obteria quando vendesse o leite no mercado da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tinha sonhado ser muito rica, possuir uma quinta repleta de animais, a casa mais luxuosa e as jóias mais reluzentes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________ Porque achas que a leiteira queria ser rica? Lembrase de como era a sua casa? )&lt;br /&gt;(Explorar as imagens que passaram testando a memória visual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319796573052122162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdO2zDYctDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/b-yK-2R5Ofg/s200/Imagem14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319796571110204162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdO2y8JdYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Sb3jCFIDvoY/s200/Imagem15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-15&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319796565058752626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdO2ylmrkHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xKb-4iYC2sU/s200/Imagem24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pelo caminho ia pensando para si própria: -chegarei ao mercado e venderei o leite que levo no cântaro. É um leite muito fresco e espesso e pagar-me-ão mais do que a qualquer outra pessoa, pois não é em vão que sou a rapariga mais bonita e bem vestida de toda a região.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;«Pelo leite – continuava a pensar – receberei um montão de dinheiro, poderei comprar muitas galinhas, todas gordas e bonitas, com penas reluzentes e crista vermelha.&lt;br /&gt;E as galinhas porão muitos ovos, que logo serão chocados…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________ O que nasce dos ovos?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-16&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319796566940970722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdO2ysnb7uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5hkPuEsrCrk/s200/Imagem16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;«Ao fim de uns dias, montes de pintainhos, com a sua penugem fina e sedosa e o se terno «piu, piu» encherão o pátio da minha casa e serão como um grande bando de pássaros de algodão. Dar-lhes-ei grãos de trigo e sopas de pão com leite e assim, em pouco tempo, começarão a ter crista de esporões…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________O que são os esporões?)&lt;br /&gt;(Explorar a imagem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319811360038053186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPEPxMn5UI/AAAAAAAAAII/BhBkgCnj1qs/s200/Imagem17.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;«Quando os frangos se transformarem em senhores galos, levá-los-ei ao mercado onde sem dúvida causarão grande admiração. todos lutarão para os comprar, mas apenas os venderei a quem me pagar melhor…&lt;br /&gt;- Não, não me deixarei enganar! – dizia já em voz alta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319811360345893122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPEPyWBKQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ISsx2zKOokY/s200/Imagem18.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;– E com o dinheiro que me derem pelos galos, comprarei os melhores leitões, os mais gordinhos e rosados. Eu própria os alimentarei. Ficarão gordos e vistosos, com a barriga quase a roçar no chão…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________Qual era o primeiro animal de que se falou na história?)&lt;br /&gt;(Explorar a imagem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-19 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319811358818683986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPEPsp5zFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DvzEEgIaRz8/s200/Imagem19.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Com o dinheiro dos leitões, comprarei os novilhos mais bonitos que houver na feira, desses que têm a pele de duas cores e o cachaço suave e húmido; desses que correm pelos prados e investem com os seus chifres e que olham com uns olhos grandes e doces, que parecem veludo…&lt;br /&gt;E, em menos de um ano, terei a melhor quinta de novilhos de toda a região. Vendê-los-ei a pouco e pouco, apenas a quem me pagar uma boa quantia em dinheiro por cada um deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________Qual era a cor dos pintainhos?)&lt;br /&gt;(Explorar aspectos passados nos slides apresentados)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319811347869371730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPEPD3YjVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1vpSSL04mQA/s200/Imagem20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319813134022491586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPF3BzePcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IoeKtnslK8o/s200/Imagem21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Com todo esse dinheiro, mandarei construir a casa mais luxuosa de toda a comarca e comprarei os vestidos mais bonitos e as jóias mais reluzentes e…&lt;br /&gt;A ambiciosa rapariga ia assim dando rédea solta à sua imaginação, por um caminho que parecia não ter fim. Já se via imensamente rica quando, na realidade, tudo o que tinha era apenas um humilde cântaro de leite…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________Enumera todos os animais que apareceram na história desde o principio?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319813146918529970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPF3x2IK7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/pk4w8dxdyUQ/s200/Imagem22.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;E tão depressa andou para chegar logo, logo à cidade e ver os seus sonhos realizados, que tropeçou numa pedra, perdeu o equilíbrio e zás!... o cântaro com o seu precioso liquido caiu ao chão e ficou feito em fanicos.&lt;br /&gt;Pobre rapariga. Todos os seus sonhos se tinham desfeito.&lt;br /&gt;O cântaro partido; e o branco e fresco leite derramado sobre a poeira do caminho…&lt;br /&gt;Adeus galinhas, frangos, leitões e novilhos! Adeus casa e vestidos! Adeus jóias e riqueza!&lt;br /&gt;A rapariga contemplava com os olhos cheios de tristeza, como se algo tivesse morrido para sempre sobre a terra do caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________Porque é que todos os seus sonhos se tinham desfeito?)&lt;br /&gt;(O/A aluno/a__________Explicar a última frase que se ouvira na história?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SLIDE-23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319813146762318354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPF3xQ4khI/AAAAAAAAAIo/W5lVuSr_pJg/s200/Imagem23.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;O Sol, pelo contrário, sorria no alto do céu. Sem dúvida que achava graça à ambição daquela rapariga. Mal tinha acabado de construir um enorme castelo na sua imaginação e já este tinha sido atirado por terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Explorar a imagem final da história)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071236643323399919-7075194873687028143?l=fontedepartilha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/feeds/7075194873687028143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/2009/04/leiteira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default/7075194873687028143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default/7075194873687028143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/2009/04/leiteira.html' title='A LEITEIRA'/><author><name>Ana Sofia Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05963534421996030944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SXtlt8uLJbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cE9QdtsuDVI/S220/fot1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SdPEQbXIGlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8HfWqKcn88k/s72-c/Imagem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071236643323399919.post-8831700684090525549</id><published>2009-01-25T18:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:15:08.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos da Sessão Tutorial sobre " O Gafanhoto Saltitão..."</title><content type='html'>Os alunos na sessão tutorial sobre a história do Gafanhoto Saltitão que tinha a mania que era espertalhão, mostraram-se muito atentos e participativos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/Sc-3GopodWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/u5qKKAN8KOk/s1600-h/nov08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318671009566979426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/Sc-3GopodWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/u5qKKAN8KOk/s320/nov08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ouviram com muita atenção a história de Armindo Reis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/Sc-3GhWJNEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/p-KRsl67rXA/s1600-h/nov08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318671007606191170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/Sc-3GhWJNEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/p-KRsl67rXA/s320/nov08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/Sc-3Gg35_fI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x3g0h_Wdq28/s1600-h/nov08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318671007479365106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/Sc-3Gg35_fI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x3g0h_Wdq28/s320/nov08+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando davam a sugestão para o reconto da história, e esta era aceite pela maioria da turma iam passá-la directamente no computador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/Sc-3GWvukcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JfXNiC7hhLM/s1600-h/nov08+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318671004760707522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/Sc-3GWvukcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JfXNiC7hhLM/s320/nov08+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No lugar todos os alunos passavam para a ficha o registo do reconto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/Sc-3GZrFTyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hJo6Cq8sF_Y/s1600-h/nov08+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318671005546532642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/Sc-3GZrFTyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hJo6Cq8sF_Y/s320/nov08+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma sessão de empenho, dedicação e bastante entusiasmo por parte de todos os alunos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071236643323399919-8831700684090525549?l=fontedepartilha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/feeds/8831700684090525549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/2009/03/fotos-da-sessao-tutorial-sobre-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default/8831700684090525549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default/8831700684090525549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/2009/03/fotos-da-sessao-tutorial-sobre-o.html' title='Fotos da Sessão Tutorial sobre &quot; O Gafanhoto Saltitão...&quot;'/><author><name>Ana Sofia Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05963534421996030944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SXtlt8uLJbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cE9QdtsuDVI/S220/fot1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/Sc-3GopodWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/u5qKKAN8KOk/s72-c/nov08+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2071236643323399919.post-4527566597288627271</id><published>2009-01-24T19:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:50:04.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O GAFANHOTO SALTITÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A história que trabalhei, intitulava-se &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"O Gafanhoto Saltitão que tinha a mania que era espertalhão&lt;/span&gt;", de &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Armindo Reis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As ilustrações foram retiradas do referido livro e com estas foi elaborado um pequeno filme com banda sonora a acompanhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Esta actividade foi realizada numa sala de aula de 3º ano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;À medida que as imagens iam passando, eu fui lendo a história. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Após a leitura pausada da história foram distribuidas fichas que continham as mesmas imagens. O intuito destas fichas era ajudar os alunos a recontar a história por palavras próprias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este trabalho foi realizado em grande grupo e, simultâneamente, passado no computador e projectado de forma a todos ficarem com a história recontada pela turma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-baf6f48c8150b4b0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbaf6f48c8150b4b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330088907%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25BFD5383EAD43862E928DFE8A0AB7EE620DB3B6.CF135DD34645FB5A23489D2C6ED5043904815F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbaf6f48c8150b4b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsMZLhc7CK-L1ffNaUcZCOZ8WAkQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbaf6f48c8150b4b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330088907%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25BFD5383EAD43862E928DFE8A0AB7EE620DB3B6.CF135DD34645FB5A23489D2C6ED5043904815F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbaf6f48c8150b4b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsMZLhc7CK-L1ffNaUcZCOZ8WAkQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"O Gafanhoto Saltitão que tinha a mania que era espertalhão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294951645748904242" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SXjlCFitCUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tuhw2EZxFME/s200/Monte+Gordo_2007+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sou, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ana Sofia Pécurto Branco&lt;/span&gt;, professora do QZP de 1º Ciclo, Licenciada em Matemática / Ciências da Natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Presentemente frequento uma Acção de Formação de Língua Portuguesa onde me foi solicitado que criasse um Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desde logo me ocorreu a ideia de criar um espaço que não servisse apenas para “brincadeira” mas sim que fosse utilizado para partilhar algumas experiências de trabalho que tive muito prazer em realizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É essa a ideia deste Blog, partilhar experiências de trabalho e abrir este espaço à vossa colaboração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre que pretender deixar a sua opinião sobre as suas, ou as minhas, experiências na sala de aula, este é um espaço aberto para isso.Agradeço a vossa colaboração para que este blog seja, essencialmente, uma &lt;a href="http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fonte de Partilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2071236643323399919-1809173151554849219?l=fontedepartilha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/feeds/1809173151554849219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/2009/01/sou-ana-sofia-pcurto-branco-professora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default/1809173151554849219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2071236643323399919/posts/default/1809173151554849219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontedepartilha.blogspot.com/2009/01/sou-ana-sofia-pcurto-branco-professora.html' title='Ponto de partida'/><author><name>Ana Sofia Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05963534421996030944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SXtlt8uLJbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cE9QdtsuDVI/S220/fot1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVkG2fVCvd0/SXjlCFitCUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tuhw2EZxFME/s72-c/Monte+Gordo_2007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
