Hard at work




I am writing, working, dreaming, shaking in my boots, and writing some more.

Yikes.

Autumn





The Friday Clive

"The controversy about faith and works is one that has gone on for a very long time, and it is a highly technical matter. I personally rely on the paradoxical text: 'Work out your own salvation...for it is God that worketh in you.' It looks as if in one sense we do nothing, and in another case we do a damned lot. 'Work out your own salvation with fear and trembling,' but you must have it in you before you can work it out."



Aula Inaugural 27/10/2010

A Aula Inaugural foi realizada no dia 27 de outubro de 2010, onde os alunos tiveram a oportunidade de ter a sua primeira aula. Para este momento tivemos a colaboração da Professora de Matemática Tania Michels da UNIJUÍ, a Professora Maristela Brizzi do NTE de Ijuí, e a equipe do UFRGS de Porto Alegre, Bruno Fagundes  Sperb, Rafael Martins e Rosália Lacerda.
Também contamos com a presença da RBS de Cruz Alta para registrar esse momento tão importante e especial para os alunos e toda a Comunidade Escolar.
Confiram as fotos e a reportagem.



O Vídeo também pode ser acessado pelo site da clicrbs (Cruz Alta) - Vídeo














Solenidade de inauguração do Projeto UCA

No dia 26 de outubro de 2010, a Escola Municipal de Ensino Fundamental Presidente Costa e Silva reuniu seus alunos e professores e recebeu a todos os convidados para um importante e significativo momento: a inauguração do Projeto UCA (Um Computador por Aluno), projeto pioneiro no município de Panambi.

Contamos com a presença dos alunos, professores e funcionários. Também estiveram prestigiando este momento as seguintes autoridades: Sra. Sandra Corazza Gonçalves, Diretora da EMEF Presidente Costa e Silva; Sr. Miguel Schmidtt-Prym, Prefeito Municipal de Panambi; Sra. Fátima Konrad representando a Secretária Municipal de Educação e Cultura de Panambi; Sra. Loreni Chaves, Coordenadora de Informática da Secretaria Municipal de Educação e Cultura de Panambi; Sra. Angela Maria Feldmann Scmidt, Técnica de Informática da EMEF Presidente Costa e Silva; Sra. Ieda Cardoso da Silva, Presidente do Conselho Municipal de Educação de Panambi; Sra. Nara Viviane Graeff, representando a Câmara Municipal de Veradores de Panambi;Sra. Maristela Brizzi, professora do Núcleo de Tecnologia Educacional de Ijuí; Sra. Noemi Huth, Coordenadora de Educação da 36ª. Coordenadoria Regional de Educação de Ijuí e o Sr. Bruno Sperb, da equipe do LEC/UFRGS.

Tivemos a presença do Sr. Franklin Ferreira e do Sr. Gil Guimarães representando o do Departamento de Tecnologia da Unijuí; Sra. Solange Molz, representando a Universidade Aberta do Brasil em Panambi; Grupo de Coordenadoras da Secretaria Municipal de Educação e Cultura; Diretores das Escolas Municipais de Panambi eJornais e Revistas de Panambi.























Blogging from the library

just isn't the same as blogging from home.

In defense of the libary, the internet is faster here. And I do have a lack of concern for how my activities might be defeating the ever-present bandwidth issue in our home. I will admit to that freedom.

But where is my coffee?
Where are my books of quotes?
Where are the chattering voices around me?
Where are my files of pictures?

At home. And I am at the library. Drat.

I did find a great recipe for chile rellenos thanks to the beautiful picture that appeared on the monitor across the way. And this internet connection is really, really fast.

But I prefer to blog at home.
In my jammies.
With my coffee.

Reunião com os pais

Na manhã do dia 25/10/2010, foi realizada uma reunião com os pais dos primeiros alunos das turmas de 8ª séries que irão iniciar os trabalhos com o LapTop. Na acosião foi apresentado o Projeto UCA - Um Computador por Aluno, as regras de utilização do LapTop e assinatura do termo de compromisso. Tivemos um grande número de pais na Escola.




Beauty for Truth's Sake





"Teachers often tell us that modern students don't know how to think. Setting aside the fact that this is a perennial complaint, made by teachers about their students in every age, it may be true that the conditions of modern life militate against independent thought in particular ways. Silence is rare, entertainment is all-pervasive, the pressure to consume-and-discard is almost irresistible. No one has put it better than G.K. Chesterton did in 1930: 'People are inundated, blinded, deafened, and mentally paralysed by a flood of vulgar and tasteless externals, leaving them no time for leisure, thought, or creation from within themselves.' The situation has grown worse in every decade.

No wonder students come to a college education expecting nothing more than a set of paper qualifications that will enable them to earn a decent salary. The idea that they might be there to grow as human beings, to be inducted into an ancient culture, to become somehow more than they are already, is alien to them. They expect instant answers, but they have no deep questions. The great questions have not yet been woken in them. The process of education requires us to become open, receptive, curious, and humble in the face of what we do not know. The world is a fabric woven of mysteries, and a mystery is a provocation to our humanity that cannot be dissolved by googling a few more bits of information."

Tonight...

I will curl up with a hot toddy and my one-yet-home girl and watch King Henry. Cannot wait.






What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.


Happy St. Crispin's Day!

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