<?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-7615262214661774457</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:43:02.285Z</updated><title type='text'>Turma A da Escola do Caldeiro</title><subtitle type='html'>Este é o blog da turma A da Escola do Primeiro Ciclo do Ensino Básico do Caldeiro, Estremoz. Aqui vamos publicar os nossos trabalhos, fotografias e muito mais! Mantenham-se atentos! :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-6409042506536118120</id><published>2010-07-04T23:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:46:34.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas Férias!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://unisinos.br/blog/letras/files/2008/08/ferias-gif-animado.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 239px;" src="http://unisinos.br/blog/letras/files/2008/08/ferias-gif-animado.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais um ano lectivo chegou ao fim... Alguns dos alunos da Turma A concluíram mais uma etapa da sua formação académica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Espero que aproveitem as férias para descansar e repor energias pois em Setembro iniciarão um novo percurso nas vossas vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adorei trabalhar convosco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-6409042506536118120?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6409042506536118120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/07/boas-ferias_04.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/6409042506536118120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/6409042506536118120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/07/boas-ferias_04.html' title='Boas Férias!'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-3006529730417137212</id><published>2010-05-30T20:01:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:56:03.477+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Dia Diferente</title><content type='html'>No dia 27 de Maio, visitámos os nossos colegas da E.B.1 de S. Domingos e foi um dia espectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TALBQSc-57I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Lf9rtbSGYXk/s1600/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TALBQSc-57I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Lf9rtbSGYXk/s200/DSC00285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477152582411413426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Quiosque da Ciência, aprendi mais sobre a Terra. ( Sara)&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei a saber o que está debaixo da Crosta Terrestre e conheci diferentes tipos de rocha. (João)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TALCPpR5x2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/XVHD53fafnI/s1600/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TALCPpR5x2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/XVHD53fafnI/s200/DSC00295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477153670870714210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizémos experiências muito divertidas. (Igor)&lt;br /&gt;Simulámos a erupção de dois vulcões (efusiva e explosiva).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TALDEao9-2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/m2csC57p0zQ/s1600/DSC00302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TALDEao9-2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/m2csC57p0zQ/s200/DSC00302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477154577473993570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construímos  os nossos vulcões em barro e levámo-los para casa como recordação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TALDr5JAyPI/AAAAAAAAAWY/GJ_5GNUH_TI/s1600/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TALDr5JAyPI/AAAAAAAAAWY/GJ_5GNUH_TI/s200/DSC00304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477155255676356850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apresentámos em Powerpoint a história que construímos em conjunto ao longo deste período: " Maria das Flores - a mais linda flor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finalmente conhecemos os nossos amigos com quem construimos duas história ao longo deste ano lectivo. (Joaquim)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TALE1yCoe_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/LgNTNO6KNWQ/s1600/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TALE1yCoe_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/LgNTNO6KNWQ/s200/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477156525080869874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Este foi o painel colectivo que pintámos sobre a história  da Maria das Flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TAQvr5CM_9I/AAAAAAAAAW4/MogSU12jVJo/s1600/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TAQvr5CM_9I/AAAAAAAAAW4/MogSU12jVJo/s200/DSC00313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477555477880307666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizémos gomas e aprendemos que alguns alimentos, como as gomas, a gelatina, as natas... levam algas. (Luís A.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TAQt2Mj6eNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/OZBL4JL3gKc/s1600/DSC00291+-+caras+tapadas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TAQt2Mj6eNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/OZBL4JL3gKc/s200/DSC00291+-+caras+tapadas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477553455897409746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fiz novos amigos." (Jorge)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TAQv-q0yKCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qP593GYuGkM/s1600/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TAQv-q0yKCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qP593GYuGkM/s200/DSC00314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477555800483440674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fiz amizades muito fortes com os novos colegas." (David)&lt;br /&gt;"Foi pena termos que nos vir embora tão cedo." (Nuno)&lt;br /&gt;" Os nossos colegas de S. Domingos são muito simpáticos." (Madalena)&lt;br /&gt;"Gostei de jogar vólei, brincar aos vampiros, andar nas andas e de relizar novas experiências." (Leonor)&lt;br /&gt;"Gostei de ser aplaudida quando desfilava." (Miriam)&lt;br /&gt;"Aprendi a jogar vólei com as colegas de S. Domingos." ( Teresa)&lt;br /&gt;"Os nossos colegas partilharam as suas coisas connosco." (Tiago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TAQulZWywKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/1mML7WH6Dck/s1600/Documento+digitalizado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TAQulZWywKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/1mML7WH6Dck/s200/Documento+digitalizado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477554266785890466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-3006529730417137212?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3006529730417137212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-dia-diferente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/3006529730417137212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/3006529730417137212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-dia-diferente.html' title='Um Dia Diferente'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/TALBQSc-57I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Lf9rtbSGYXk/s72-c/DSC00285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-3311691451555267299</id><published>2010-05-25T19:51:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:24:33.167+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visita ao Centro de Ciência Viva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje realizámos mais uma visita ao C.C.V. de Estremoz. Desta vez relembrámos o Ciclo da Água ou Ciclo Hidrológico e realizámos várias experiências com água, ar e electricidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Começámos por recordar a Viagem da Gotinha de Água e os processos de Evaporação, Condensação e Precipitação. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_10uRiUqVI/AAAAAAAAAVw/kVn5IVcxtjg/s1600/DSC00272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_10uRiUqVI/AAAAAAAAAVw/kVn5IVcxtjg/s200/DSC00272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475661060282558802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esta experiência mostrou-nos que o ar ocupa espaço, já que quando empurramos o êmbolo da seringa, dentro da água criam-se bolhas de ar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1wcbN8KtI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/TuK8LGsnEdA/s1600/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1wcbN8KtI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/TuK8LGsnEdA/s200/DSC00275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475656355597265618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ao misturarmos num frasco de iogurte, vinagre e bicabornato de sódio, estes produzem um gás que enche o balão.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1wxiMsfJI/AAAAAAAAAVY/10wQZHimtTU/s1600/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1wxiMsfJI/AAAAAAAAAVY/10wQZHimtTU/s200/DSC00276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475656718248344722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Através desta experiência concluimos que a chama da vela só se mantém acesa enquanto existir ar, logo que este acabe, a chama apaga-se.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ao colocarmos uma garrafa de água vazia,  sem fundo e coberta com&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1vxaiZ6iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/IexNweHdBIs/s1600/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1vxaiZ6iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/IexNweHdBIs/s200/DSC00273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475655616680290850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; um saco de plástico, dentro de água, verificámos que a água ocupa uma parte do ar contido na garrafa e empurra-o para cima, enchendo a parte superior do saco, como mostra a foto.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esta garrafa estava com água e tinha 4 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_10u8uKo8I/AAAAAAAAAV4/9Qxig6Z8Wcs/s1600/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_10u8uKo8I/AAAAAAAAAV4/9Qxig6Z8Wcs/s200/DSC00277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475661071874958274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;furinho na parte inferior. Com tampa, não saía água pelos furos, mas sempre que a destapavamos, a água saía, parecendo 4 repuxos, pois o ar empurrava a água e obrigava-a a sair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1yEfiIsBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/CJexEfVuq0o/s1600/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 101px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1yEfiIsBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/CJexEfVuq0o/s200/DSC00280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475658143462109202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Terminámos a actividade de hoje com a montagem de um circuito eléctrico. Foi-nos dada uma chave de fendas, uma base, vários fios, uma pilha e uma lâmpada com casquilho. Depois de várias tentativas, conseguimos que a lâmpada acendesse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-3311691451555267299?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3311691451555267299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/05/visita-ao-centro-de-ciencia-viva.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/3311691451555267299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/3311691451555267299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/05/visita-ao-centro-de-ciencia-viva.html' title='Visita ao Centro de Ciência Viva'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_10uRiUqVI/AAAAAAAAAVw/kVn5IVcxtjg/s72-c/DSC00272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-6374962108044489958</id><published>2010-05-20T17:41:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:50:23.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visita de Estudo ao Monte Selvagem</title><content type='html'>Ontem realizámos uma visita ao Monte Selvagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Situa-se perto de Lavre, num montado típico alentejano de sobreiros e  azinheiras, onde é possível apreciar várias espécies de plantas, de  animais selvagens e domésticos. Este é local onde se respeita o ambiente e a vida animal, onde se podem realizar diversas actividades de lazer e entretenimento e, ao mesmo tempo, nos sensibiliza e educa no sentido da preservação da Natureza.A nossa visita foi repartida em diversos percursos:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; A VISITA PEDESTRE é feita numa área muito grande, com vário&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1n6qVaSyI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gI81gB0vcqM/s1600/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1n6qVaSyI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gI81gB0vcqM/s200/DSC00234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475646979446557474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s habitats naturalísticos enquadrados na paisagem natural, rodeados pela própria flora do terreno, com animais variados que vão desde cangurus, porcos espinhos, camelos, macacos do Japão, lémures, crocodilos, emas e tantos outros. Nesta área existe também a QUINTINHA com animais domésticos, onde podemos entrar não só para conhecer os mais variados animais, mas também tocar-lhes e acariciá-los. Assistimos &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1oNm5e3oI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0nA61BtJ4p0/s1600/DSC00239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1oNm5e3oI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0nA61BtJ4p0/s200/DSC00239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475647304941624962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1sKcOoIvI/AAAAAAAAAU4/nPFTJ_-ZeEg/s1600/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1sKcOoIvI/AAAAAAAAAU4/nPFTJ_-ZeEg/s200/DSC00244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475651648584426226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ainda a uma palestra sobre a alimentação e características das iguanas. Tivemos também alguns momentos de descontracção e divertimento; fizémos rappel, andámos nas andas, saltámos à corda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1ot6gVRyI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/siykA52UQWw/s1600/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1pOr1tqjI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mqG8lO81Qs0/s1600/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1pOr1tqjI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mqG8lO81Qs0/s200/DSC00255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475648422959491634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A VISITA DE TRACTOR é feita num outro espaço, onde passeiam livremente vários animais, tais como, avestruzes, elandes, zebras, iaques, lamas e watussis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1qMYTUZ2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/CA_4oKcUCMg/s1600/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1qMYTUZ2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/CA_4oKcUCMg/s200/DSC00263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475649482866845538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1qylwzpYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/LM1BBCLmgt8/s1600/DSC00266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1qylwzpYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/LM1BBCLmgt8/s200/DSC00266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475650139315217794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1rM5V415I/AAAAAAAAAUw/h1lsDr6GcuA/s1600/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1rM5V415I/AAAAAAAAAUw/h1lsDr6GcuA/s200/DSC00265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475650591247619986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-6374962108044489958?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6374962108044489958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/05/visita-de-estudo-ao-monte-selvagem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/6374962108044489958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/6374962108044489958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/05/visita-de-estudo-ao-monte-selvagem.html' title='Visita de Estudo ao Monte Selvagem'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S_1n6qVaSyI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gI81gB0vcqM/s72-c/DSC00234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-2784930256368945759</id><published>2010-05-02T00:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:04:26.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia da Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9yj_JzoZHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PGyYGfkfyI0/s1600/jDSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9yj_JzoZHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PGyYGfkfyI0/s200/jDSC00192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466424353080501362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os preparativos para o Dia da Mãe começaram há duas semanas. Esta foto mostra o resultado final do nosso trabalho. Esperemos que as mães tenham gostado e que o nosso presente faça com que fiquem ainda mais bonitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurámos os adjectivos que melhor qualificam as nossas mães e o resultado foi o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ylZb5uYjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/L1P1SC4m8S0/s1600/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ylZb5uYjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/L1P1SC4m8S0/s200/DSC00202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466425904126124594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ynQS9ivrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/jYb4gmmGBtI/s1600/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ynQS9ivrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/jYb4gmmGBtI/s200/DSC00219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466427946130652850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ymkj2d4jI/AAAAAAAAAQg/riAKVq7aSZc/s1600/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ymkj2d4jI/AAAAAAAAAQg/riAKVq7aSZc/s200/DSC00206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466427194750132786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ylwnP84LI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/nilFL0LUWcg/s1600/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ylwnP84LI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/nilFL0LUWcg/s200/DSC00203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466426302309130418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ym1jFIWyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/TNlXeeskDT8/s1600/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ym1jFIWyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/TNlXeeskDT8/s200/DSC00207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466427486600977186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ymUB3hZaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0PS6zF0kJ58/s1600/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ymUB3hZaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0PS6zF0kJ58/s200/DSC00205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466426910749844898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9yolFt-HbI/AAAAAAAAARI/v1Dn9j6pQwE/s1600/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9yolFt-HbI/AAAAAAAAARI/v1Dn9j6pQwE/s200/DSC00216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466429402864557490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9yoT_F6tVI/AAAAAAAAARA/EK38AL2-VYE/s1600/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9yoT_F6tVI/AAAAAAAAARA/EK38AL2-VYE/s200/DSC00217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466429109028173138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9yn9UW_NSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/diASgwEswp8/s1600/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9yn9UW_NSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/diASgwEswp8/s200/DSC00218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466428719599924514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ypDxgeZkI/AAAAAAAAARQ/grB940auivc/s1600/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ypDxgeZkI/AAAAAAAAARQ/grB940auivc/s200/DSC00215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466429930015188546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ypTTFD8uI/AAAAAAAAARY/FsYnyq2PC1s/s1600/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ypTTFD8uI/AAAAAAAAARY/FsYnyq2PC1s/s200/DSC00214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466430196725052130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ypm_CpyVI/AAAAAAAAARg/EisWca6qP_g/s1600/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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Após o desempate com 4 colegas de outras escolas, foi seleccionada a Madalena para representar os alunos do 4º ano deste agrupamento na final, que se realizará em Évora no dia 26 de Maio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9noiniITaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OZDb3Rbydpw/s1600/jDSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9noiniITaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OZDb3Rbydpw/s200/jDSC00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465655304216137122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9noiniITaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OZDb3Rbydpw/s1600/jDSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Estaremos todos a torcer por ti!&lt;br /&gt;Muitos parabéns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-7623322829025415181?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7623322829025415181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/concurso-um-leitor-e-um-sonhador.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/7623322829025415181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/7623322829025415181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/concurso-um-leitor-e-um-sonhador.html' title='Concurso &quot; Um Leitor é um Sonhador&quot;'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9noiniITaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OZDb3Rbydpw/s72-c/jDSC00196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-7343544036631077194</id><published>2010-04-28T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:21:29.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ler Ajuda a Crescer"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9npicfGGtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0rkjGdW0ocY/s1600/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9npicfGGtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0rkjGdW0ocY/s200/DSC00181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465656400762247890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na semana passada, a mãe do David veio à nossa sala para nos ler um capítulo do livro " Os Primos e a Bruxa Cartuxa". Agradecemos a sua disponibilidade e aguardamos que outros encarregados de educação queiram partilhar connosco um momento de leitura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-7343544036631077194?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7343544036631077194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/ler-ajuda-crescer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/7343544036631077194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/7343544036631077194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/ler-ajuda-crescer.html' title='&quot;Ler Ajuda a Crescer&quot;'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9npicfGGtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0rkjGdW0ocY/s72-c/DSC00181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-1718430608055368546</id><published>2010-04-21T12:26:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:50:52.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>" A BILHA"</title><content type='html'>Iniciámos hoje os trabalhos para o Projecto  "A Bilha". Esta terá que estar pronta até dia 30 de Abril e nós iremos mostrando, passo a passo, o nosso trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9chZetZAwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/icxmqAkLHOo/s1600/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 91px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9chZetZAwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/icxmqAkLHOo/s200/DSC00179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464873394461278978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;1ª fase:&lt;/span&gt; O pai do João cortou a bilha ao meio e, numa parte, semeámos aveia e trigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ciUw9Ho1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/tkxQlhq5Ga8/s1600/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ciUw9Ho1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/tkxQlhq5Ga8/s200/DSC00183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464874412971369298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2ª fase:&lt;/span&gt; Moldámos, em massa de moldar, algumas figuras que irão compor a nossa bilha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9cjnK2jvMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fAnpXOjh4u0/s1600/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9cjnK2jvMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fAnpXOjh4u0/s200/DSC00187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464875828672445634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;3ª fase: &lt;/span&gt; Na outra parte da bilha, os rapazes colocaram xisto para imitar o chão de uma cozinha alentejana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4ªfase: &lt;/span&gt;Construímos uma chaminé alentejana.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ciuieygDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/W1vcj4BaUA0/s1600/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9ciuieygDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/W1vcj4BaUA0/s200/DSC00191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464874855762657330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5ªfase: &lt;/span&gt;A&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9clh1_Pe-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/-8N-_dlq9aI/s1600/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9clh1_Pe-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/-8N-_dlq9aI/s200/DSC00190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464877936195632098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aveia e o trigo já cresceram e alguns dos porcos já estão no montado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6ªfase:&lt;/span&gt; Pintámos as figuras e temos o trabalho quase pronto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9yudcn4RCI/AAAAAAAAASo/YuZVwuNVEb0/s1600/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9yudcn4RCI/AAAAAAAAASo/YuZVwuNVEb0/s200/DSC00198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466435868643836962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9yulQK6qjI/AAAAAAAAASw/m7M8xzglnJw/s1600/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9yulQK6qjI/AAAAAAAAASw/m7M8xzglnJw/s200/DSC00199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466436002740087346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;7ª fase: &lt;/span&gt;A nossa Bilha está finalmente pronta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S-R7nZ6EYOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LdrOz5th7ys/s1600/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S-R7nZ6EYOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LdrOz5th7ys/s200/DSC00226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468631764434182370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S-R8940zL_I/AAAAAAAAATI/NybnMnXAgY8/s1600/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S-R8oMesEpI/AAAAAAAAATA/_fNZp5UcFjM/s1600/DSC00223.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-1718430608055368546?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1718430608055368546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/bilha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/1718430608055368546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/1718430608055368546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/bilha.html' title='&quot; A BILHA&quot;'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9chZetZAwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/icxmqAkLHOo/s72-c/DSC00179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-1812291665603013290</id><published>2010-04-20T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:04:33.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visita ao Centro de Ciência Viva de Estremoz</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S86cXyZ2ZcI/AAAAAAAAANw/mNAB9QrjDP0/s1600/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S86cXyZ2ZcI/AAAAAAAAANw/mNAB9QrjDP0/s200/DSC00165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462475330528110018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje visitámos o CCV de Estremoz e observámos as principais rochas que existem em redor de Estremoz: mármore, xisto e dolomia. Elas são responsáveis pelos solos e pela formação do relevo da região. Comparámos a cor, dureza, reação ao ácido, aspecto e ainda descobrimos qual a sua utilização.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegámos às &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9CodhQNSmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hv_d30Ll8zU/s1600/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9CodhQNSmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hv_d30Ll8zU/s200/DSC00166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463051573096434274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seguintes conclusões:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mármore -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;branco com tons rosados, mais duro que o xisto, reage muito ao ácido, é granuloso e usa-se em estátuas, passeios, campas, nas casas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xisto -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;preto, pouco duro, não reage ao ácido, é xistoso e usa-se nas lareiras, casas, chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dolomia - &lt;/span&gt;creme, muito duro, reage pouco ao ácido, é granuloso e usa-se nas pedras da calçada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visitámos apenas uma parte da Exposição Permanente deste centro, pois o tempo passa depressa e já era hora de regressarmos à escola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9CpI6AQdYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BcutcpEPAHM/s1600/jDSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9CpI6AQdYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BcutcpEPAHM/s200/jDSC00176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463052318474794370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S9CreFaRbYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/HfcI20mgUlg/s1600/jDSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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text-align: center; width: 200px; display: block; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462463174197855090" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S86RUMi3Q3I/AAAAAAAAANA/ET10upasRDc/s200/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S86WaHwlUAI/AAAAAAAAANg/Yar8FntnQB4/s1600/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px; display: block; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462468773550575618" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S86WaHwlUAI/AAAAAAAAANg/Yar8FntnQB4/s200/DSC00155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já podemos revelar quem foi a personagem misteriosa com quem nos encontrámos. Trata-se de Ana Maria Magalhães, uma escritora de livros infantis que trabalha em conjunto com Isabel Alçada. Ficámos a saber que trabalham juntas desde 1976, como professoras e que escrevem desde 1982. O primeiro livro que editaram chama-se "Uma Aventura na Cidade" e o último, que ainda não saiu, chama-se "Uma Aventura no Sítio Errado". A Ana Maria contou-nos que passaram por todos os locais onde escreveram os livros da colecção "Uma Aventura". Já têm publicados 110 livros, da colecção atrás referida e outros. Nós já trabalhámos na sala de aula " Uma Viag&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 92px; float: right; height: 122px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462469226288184546" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S86W0eVo_OI/AAAAAAAAANo/n6lmqrCFgfo/s200/jDSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;em ao Tempo dos Castelos" e, neste momento, estamos a trabalhar "Os Primos e a Bruxa Cartuxa". A escritora sugeriu-nos a leitura de " Uma Aventura em Évoramonte". No final do encontro autografou alguns livros, só foi pena que nem todos tivemos a oportunidade de levarmos livros para serem autografados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S86WDEL8wTI/AAAAAAAAANY/BK7UF3fjAvc/s1600/jDSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 150px; float: left; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462468377454625074" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S86WDEL8wTI/AAAAAAAAANY/BK7UF3fjAvc/s200/jDSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este cartaz está exposto na BECRE e mostra a nossa opinião sobre o livro "Uma Viagem ao Tempo dos Castelos" e a forma como gostaríamos que tivesse acabado a história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S86T3BPQMSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ODZGgS-yoV4/s1600/jDSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7615262214661774457-8271464152404279696?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8271464152404279696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-encontro-especial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/8271464152404279696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/8271464152404279696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-encontro-especial.html' title='Um Encontro Especial'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S86RUMi3Q3I/AAAAAAAAANA/ET10upasRDc/s72-c/DSC00153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-2704813147159126179</id><published>2010-03-27T20:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:54:49.719+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feira das Escolas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zZxEN65HI/AAAAAAAAALw/n6RCNt2qBgQ/s1600/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zZxEN65HI/AAAAAAAAALw/n6RCNt2qBgQ/s200/DSC00094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457476285435143282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zZk9wvtaI/AAAAAAAAALg/1C9w_WyhYHc/s1600/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zZk9wvtaI/AAAAAAAAALg/1C9w_WyhYHc/s200/DSC00090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457476077543732642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No dia 25 de Março visitámos a Feira das Escolas e tivemos a oportunidades de participar em diversas actividades bem divertidas: assistimos ao lançamento de foguetões, vestimo-nos a rigor  e dramatizámos histórias inventadas por nós,  fizemos pinturas faciais, brincámos nos insufláveis, jogámos no  Magalhães, andámos de cavalo, assistimos à actuação dos nossos colegas da Escola de S. Domingos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foi uma tarde muito divertida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zZlCAQVaI/AAAAAAAAALo/kiaY6b8yYnU/s1600/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zZlCAQVaI/AAAAAAAAALo/kiaY6b8yYnU/s200/DSC00095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457476078682527138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zaZ1g4teI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ICoqh2bt3Lw/s1600/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zaZ1g4teI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ICoqh2bt3Lw/s200/DSC00109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457476985862796770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zd0heHaeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yCvq6xjWQKo/s1600/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zd0heHaeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yCvq6xjWQKo/s200/DSC00093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457480742873819618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-2704813147159126179?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2704813147159126179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/feira-das-escolas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/2704813147159126179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/2704813147159126179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/feira-das-escolas.html' title='Feira das Escolas'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zZxEN65HI/AAAAAAAAALw/n6RCNt2qBgQ/s72-c/DSC00094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-3184312148754510633</id><published>2010-03-25T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:33:30.821+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenos Cientistas III</title><content type='html'>Ontem, dia 24 de Março, realizámos mais uma actividade experimental, desta vez sobre o tema &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Explorando a Electricidade"&lt;/span&gt;. Com esta actividade pretendíamos prever e testar as nossas previsões relativamente aos materiais condutores ou não condutores de corrente eléctrica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zb3oy3LBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1jI8aU9AgwE/s1600/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zb3oy3LBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1jI8aU9AgwE/s200/DSC00061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457478597356235794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zb3R0qAvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xMdun1MUTqQ/s1600/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zb3R0qAvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xMdun1MUTqQ/s200/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457478591189746418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zb4HlfhoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pV3M2KsoARE/s1600/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zb4HlfhoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pV3M2KsoARE/s200/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457478605621659266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após intercalarmos vários objectos (clip com e sem revestimento, régua de plástico, prego, madeira, tecido, limão, ...) num circuito eléctrico com uma lâmpada, chegámos à conclusão que nem sempre a lâmpada acende. Dos objectos experimentados apenas os feitos de metal deixam passar a corrente eléctrica, sendo portanto bons condutores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-3184312148754510633?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3184312148754510633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/pequenos-cientistas-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/3184312148754510633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/3184312148754510633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/pequenos-cientistas-iii.html' title='Pequenos Cientistas III'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S7zb3oy3LBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1jI8aU9AgwE/s72-c/DSC00061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-8651932903832974720</id><published>2010-03-19T20:34:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:54:16.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia do Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;FELIZ DIA DO PAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6PgYvHO6CI/AAAAAAAAALQ/X7FUtTlwgFc/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6PgYvHO6CI/AAAAAAAAALQ/X7FUtTlwgFc/s200/DSC00053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450446689616717858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finalmente podemos mostrar as prendinhas que elaborámos para os nossos pais. Esperemos que todos tenham gostado, pois foram feitas com muito carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Podem deixar as vos&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6PgnJgsyNI/AAAAAAAAALY/YTsrbs_FavQ/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6PgnJgsyNI/AAAAAAAAALY/YTsrbs_FavQ/s200/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450446937221023954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sas opiniões sobre os presentinhos que receberam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-8651932903832974720?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8651932903832974720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/03/dia-do-pai.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/8651932903832974720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/8651932903832974720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/03/dia-do-pai.html' title='Dia do Pai'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6PgYvHO6CI/AAAAAAAAALQ/X7FUtTlwgFc/s72-c/DSC00053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-3174893489753836373</id><published>2010-03-17T20:16:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:01:03.345Z</updated><title type='text'>Máquina Fotográfica Caseira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6E9oYTcxeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EHMOpXJiEhk/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6E9oYTcxeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EHMOpXJiEhk/s200/DSC00047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449704788023100898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6E9o4wDlUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-V1SeBO_rhw/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6E9o4wDlUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-V1SeBO_rhw/s200/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449704796733019458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6E9pr-a00I/AAAAAAAAAKw/CytGdJ9jDgA/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6E9pr-a00I/AAAAAAAAAKw/CytGdJ9jDgA/s200/DSC00048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449704810483471170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Achas que será possível tirar uma fotografia com uma caixa de sapatos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoje, na nossa escola, fizemos essa experiência e resultou! Experimenta!&lt;br /&gt;Estes são os passos a seguir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pintar uma caixa de sapatos de preto por dentro;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fazer um buraquinho com uma agulha de um dos lados laterais e tapa-o com um pedaço de cartolina;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colocar papel fotográfico na parede interna da "câmara", centralizando-o frente ao buraquinho;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aponta o buraquinho para o que queres fotografar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Destapa o buraquinho durante 15 segundos e volta a tapá-lo;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A fotografia já está tirada!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Para iniciar o processo de revelação deves preparar uma sala para que fique às escuras, iluminada apenas por uma luz vermelha;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A fotografia passará por 3 líquidos com funções diferentes (revelador, estabilizador e fixador) e posteriormente por água;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E tal como podes observar na imagem acima, conseguimos fotografar o pátio da nossa escola.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esta máquina fotográfica caseira tem o nome de Pinhole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-3174893489753836373?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3174893489753836373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/03/maquina-fotografica-caseira.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/3174893489753836373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/3174893489753836373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/03/maquina-fotografica-caseira.html' title='Máquina Fotográfica Caseira'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6E9oYTcxeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EHMOpXJiEhk/s72-c/DSC00047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-4069407817242092464</id><published>2010-03-16T21:50:00.021Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:33:29.553Z</updated><title type='text'>Preparativos para o Dia do Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6E3UUz1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/G3B-qgQGfAc/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6E3UUz1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/G3B-qgQGfAc/s320/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449697846418031602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6E3O63EVmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k6bchV5wzSk/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6E3O63EVmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k6bchV5wzSk/s320/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449697753552934498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje, começámos a preparar os presentes que vamos oferecer no DIA DO PAI. Deixamos aqui algumas imagens desta nossa manhã atarefada que contou com a colaboração da mãe do Miguel,  da Daniela e da Elisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posteriormente mostraremos os nossos trabalhos já concluidos, que como é evidente não podemos mostrar antes desse dia especial, não fosse algum pai mais curioso descobrir a surpresa antes do dia 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6E2_WRkMfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oGquyhJUg7k/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6E2_WRkMfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oGquyhJUg7k/s320/DSC00019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449697486033924594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6E3I3KQ0JI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uxoCPhCcSas/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6E3I3KQ0JI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uxoCPhCcSas/s320/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449697649480487058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6PfPvIxgtI/AAAAAAAAALI/EMnHhZr-vmY/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6PfPvIxgtI/AAAAAAAAALI/EMnHhZr-vmY/s200/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450445435492729554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-4069407817242092464?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4069407817242092464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/03/preparativos-para-o-dia-do-pai.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/4069407817242092464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/4069407817242092464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/03/preparativos-para-o-dia-do-pai.html' title='Preparativos para o Dia do Pai'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6E3UUz1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/G3B-qgQGfAc/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-3960135114879701596</id><published>2010-03-12T23:12:00.013Z</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:14:24.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Escrita Criativa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cksinfo.com/clipart/space/astronauts/backpacking.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.cksinfo.com/clipart/space/astronauts/backpacking.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estava um dia de sol quando parti da base intergaláctica de Évoramonte. Era a 3ª vez que ia ao espaço e a minha missão era encontrar vida no planeta Alicanço. Estávamos no ano 3333 e a minha nave tinha um combustível novo, sumo de batata. Ao fim de muitos dias de caminho, cheguei finalmente ao planeta Alicanço. Aterrei numa clareira e ao sair da nave fiquei surpreendido, pois o planeta Alicanço era muito semelhante ao planeta Terra. Fui caminhando, na expectativa de encontrar algum Alicancino. Mas o tempo ia passando e nem um aparecia. Sentei-me perto de um rio e senti algum movimento a aproximar-se de mim, era um Alicancino. Ao fim de muito tempo de conversa, fiquei a saber que o Nike, era assim o seu nome, era o único habitante do planeta Alicanço. Mas o mais interessante foi o segredo que ele me contou, os seus amigos estavam no planeta Terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nuno Lourenço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.icone-gif.com/gif/espace/martiens/martiens021.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://www.icone-gif.com/gif/espace/martiens/martiens021.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.icone-gif.com/gif/espace/martiens/martiens021.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://www.icone-gif.com/gif/espace/martiens/martiens021.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.icone-gif.com/gif/espace/martiens/martiens021.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://www.icone-gif.com/gif/espace/martiens/martiens021.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.icone-gif.com/gif/espace/martiens/martiens021.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://www.icone-gif.com/gif/espace/martiens/martiens021.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.icone-gif.com/gif/espace/martiens/martiens021.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://www.icone-gif.com/gif/espace/martiens/martiens021.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia recebi um telefonema:&lt;br /&gt;- Tens que vir amanhã à estação orbital.&lt;br /&gt;- Fazer o quê?! - disse eu&lt;br /&gt;- Viver uma aventura em Marte e Saturno. Vais ver se lá existe vida.&lt;br /&gt;- Está bem. Amanhã lá estarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Num outro dia, à chegada à estação, mostrei os meus documentos e fui para um vaivém. Este tinha cerca de 1 dam de comprimento, 2,5 m na parte da frente e 7 m na parte de trás, era branco, tinha 10 janelas, uma porta de 3 metros e cerca de 1000 botões por dentro. Lá fui eu para Marte, porque era o planeta mais próximo. Quando lá cheguei, fiquei surpreendido com o que vi: eram 5 ou 6 ETs, uma casa parecida a um cogumelo e uma flor que encantava aquele espaço. Enviei um aviso à estação orbital a comunicar a minha descoberta, mas não me responderam e eu achei estranho. Segui viagem para Saturno e, a meio do caminho, o vaivém parou, pois fiquei sem combustível. Várias vezes tentei comunicar com a estação, mas nunca consegui. Já cansado e com sono, acabei por adormecer. No dia seguinte, mal acordei, fui logo tentar comunicar com a estação, e, à primeira tentativa, consegui. Comuniquei o sucedido e enviaram-me uma outra nave que rebocou a minha. Finalmente contei a notícia da existência de vida em Marte aos trabalhadores da estação orbital. Daí a uns dias, esta notícia foi divulgada na televisão e, quase todas as pessoas do mundo, se mudaram para Marte, e eu fiquei reconhecido por todo o mundo e muito famoso. Agora todas as estações   querem que eu vá para lá trabalhar, mas eu só prefiro uma: a estação orbital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;João Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-3960135114879701596?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3960135114879701596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/03/escrita-criativa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/3960135114879701596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/3960135114879701596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/03/escrita-criativa.html' title='Escrita Criativa'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-5869171095494518637</id><published>2010-03-04T19:17:00.049Z</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:14:49.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>História Ping-Pong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A história &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;que se segue será constr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;uída pelos aluno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;s d&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;a Turma A&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alunos da E.B1 de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S.Domingos e, desta vez, contamos com a colaboração de alguns E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ncarregados de E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ducaçã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARIA DAS FLOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ES - A MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LINDA FLOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era uma vez uma menina que vivia numa lin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;da casinha p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;intada de branco &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;e am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;arelo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S5WNwbO5ypI/AAAAAAAAAJI/z2EGoOmBzE8/s1600-h/Desenho+Hist%C3%B3ria+Partilhada-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 174px; float: right; height: 131px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446415187457985170" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S5WNwbO5ypI/AAAAAAAAAJI/z2EGoOmBzE8/s320/Desenho+Hist%C3%B3ria+Partilhada-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S5WNhaHYrDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/u1RSlWn-RlM/s1600-h/Desenho+Hist%C3%B3ria+Partilhada-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 183px; float: right; height: 134px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446414929459981362" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S5WNhaHYrDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/u1RSlWn-RlM/s320/Desenho+Hist%C3%B3ria+Partilhada-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;rodeada por um jardim que se en&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;chia de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;flores de todas as cores &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;a P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;imavera. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela adorava ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;nesta época do a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;no, a cada di&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;que pass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;ava, o desabroch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;ar colorido de todas elas, a menina chamava-se Maria das&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt; Flores, e seu pai ac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;rescentava, a mais Linda Flor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;(Margarida Cunha - Encarr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;egada de Educação aluno Turma A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Certo dia, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S5WOU3Kv4sI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eGaQ2gJM4h4/s1600-h/Desenho+Hist%C3%B3ria+Partilhada-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 166px; float: left; height: 120px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446415813432042178" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S5WOU3Kv4sI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eGaQ2gJM4h4/s200/Desenho+Hist%C3%B3ria+Partilhada-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S5WOJCLA2xI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1G3kc-xckhs/s1600-h/Desenho+Hist%C3%B3ria+Partilhada-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 164px; float: left; height: 119px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446415610227514130" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S5WOJCLA2xI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1G3kc-xckhs/s320/Desenho+Hist%C3%B3ria+Partilhada-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando a Maria das Flores foi a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;se&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;u jardim, viu que as flores estavam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;todas murchas e ficou muito trist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;e, sem perceber o que se passava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Foi chamar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;os pais para tentarem descobrir o que tinha destruído as flores. Todos os &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;dias ela tratava das suas plantas com ca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;rinho, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;regava-as&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;, tirava as ervas daninhas... e nã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;o percebia qual a razão destas estarem assim. O pai &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;reparou &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;que havia uns montinhos de terra junto aos canteiros...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Turma A)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Passado pouco te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mpo a menina descobriu que os montinhos de terra eram as tocas das toupeiras. Ficou muito indi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;gnada. Logo uma ideia luminosa surgiu na sua ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;becinha e com a ajuda d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;o seu pai meteu mãos à obra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Arranjou umas armadilhas, tipo ratoeir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;as e meteu lá d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;entro raizes de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; flores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cada ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;z que as gulosas das toupeiras lá iam, ficavam presas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Depois de ter apanh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6KGWLQ0qDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/u5hNQ5l1zbk/s1600-h/10000000000004FB000006DB8EEE4A3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px; float: left; height: 136px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450066214610315314" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6KGWLQ0qDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/u5hNQ5l1zbk/s200/10000000000004FB000006DB8EEE4A3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ado to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;as as toupeiras e de as colocar numa gaiola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Maria das flores, plantou novas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;flores que logo no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;s dias seguintes começaram a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;desabrochar e a encher de alegria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;o coraçãozinho de Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ia, que todos os dias visitava as suas amigas para cuidar delas e para não permitir o atrevimento de outras toupeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;( E.B.1 de S.Domingos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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width: 229px; float: right; height: 156px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450066718190272274" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S6KGzfPo_xI/AAAAAAAAALA/y7EOqOFW3p4/s200/10000000000004FB000006DB65AA1B80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Algum tempo depois apareceu por ali um caracol esfomeado, com a sua ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sinha às costas. Ao ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;tanta folhinha apetito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sa logo murmurou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Hum!!! Que almoço tão gostoso. C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;om&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;eçou a comer... a comer, até ter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a barriga bem cheinha. As toupeiras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;na sua gaiola observavam o caracol e grita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;vam-lhe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Não comas as folhinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;s,Maria ficará muito triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;O Caracol fingindo que era surdo contin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;uou o seu alm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;oço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Uma toupeir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a, muito irritada,disse para as suas colegas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Vamos arrombar a gaiola, e sere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;mos as guarda-costas das flores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ouvindo isto, o cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;l, apesar da sua lentidão, fugia a sete pés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Maria das Flores f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;icou muito contente com esta atitude, perdoou as toupeiras e ficaram todas muito amigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Isa Russo - Encarregada de Educação aluno S. Domingos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;As toupeiras combinaram que se ap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;arecesse alguma pes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;soa ou algum animal para co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;mer ou destruir as flores, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;s iriam defender "com unhas e dentes", ficand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o escondidas nas suas tocas junto aos canteiros e atacariam o intru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;so com bolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; de ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Certo dia, o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S8OLdl5wbNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/CSffXHsg_Ds/s1600/desenho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S8OLdl5wbNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/CSffXHsg_Ds/s200/desenho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459360513810001106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;col voltou, mas desta vez acompanhado por um grupo enorme de outros caracóis. Foi preciso unir esforços para defender as flores do jard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;im e, a Maria, os pais e as toupeiras, encontraram nova estra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S8OL4TyHVmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vedJUqcqAgE/s1600/desenho-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S8OL4TyHVmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vedJUqcqAgE/s200/desenho-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459360972802578018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;tégia: as toupeiras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;escavaram buracos na terra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ue depois foram tapados com ramos e folhas. Os caracóis ao aproximarem-s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e das f&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;lores, cairam d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;entro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;das armadinhas e não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;conseguiram sair de lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Para comemora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;r a vitória, as toupeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;s convidaram outros animais, os pais da menina convidaram os amigos e, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;um bonito dia de Primavera fizeram uma grande festa. As flores do jardim até pareciam estar mais bonitas e coloridas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Turma A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; continuaram  muito…muito belas até ao início do Verão. Maria  estava mais fel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;iz do que nunca.  Não se cansava de observar e elogiar a  beleza das s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;uas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; amigas flores. À  medida que os dias muito quentes se  aproximavam, as flores ia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;m dando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; sinais de cansaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)  {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S-x1acsVlNI/AAAAAAAAATw/LiHdYVg8Nm4/s1600/Imagem+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S-x1acsVlNI/AAAAAAAAATw/LiHdYVg8Nm4/s200/Imagem+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470876744587515090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; cheg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;am as  férias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria das Flores e  os seus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pais,  à semelhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dos  anos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;anteriores,  foram para a praia. A Maria estava contente, pois gosta  muito de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;brincar com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; as ondas, fazendo  de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;las o  seu baloiço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;preferido,  mas ao mesmo tempo sentia o seu coraçãozinho  apertado, já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; sentia saudades das  suas amigas flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Os seus  pais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;verem tanta tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;isteza no rosto  de  Maria, aconselharam-na a pedir ajuda à sua avó. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A avó  ficou muito  contente por poder ajudar e prometeu a Maria que cuidaria  muit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o  bem das  flores e das toupeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando  Maria regressou, foi logo visitar as  suas amigas. Olhou em seu redor e  muito surpreend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ida disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Meu   Deusssssss!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(E.B.1 de S.Domingos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.2  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.95cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;Maria nem queria acreditar no que via… Os seus estimados canteiros estavam devastados: tudo o que era verde apresentava-se seco, os caules  caídos, as flores sem pétalas e o aroma que no Verão inundava todo o seu jardim desaparecera. E quando chamava as toupeiras suas aliadas…nem sinal delas !&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.95cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;Maria chorou, chorou, chorou… mas depois procurou perceber o que tinha acontecido e perguntou à sua avó. Esta explicou-lhe o ciclo da vida das plantas e mostrou-lhe as sementes que tinha retirado das flores. Maria percebeu logo que com as sementinhas voltaria a ter novas flores e que no seu jardim haveria novamente uma imensa paleta de cores (como nos quadros dos pintores famosos ! ). Quanto às toupeiras, percebeu que estas também tinham hábitos diferentes e que tinham de se proteger do frio, por isso, nem sinais delas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.95cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;Após os meses de Inverno, em que Maria disfrutou dos momentos à lareira com a sua família, com as suas histórias, DVD, revistas… chegou a Primavera.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.95cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt; Com esta estação logo as temperaturas começaram a subir e de novo a vontade de passear ao ar livre, de vestir roupa mais fresquinha e de apreciar os tons esverdeados dos campos. Em meados de Março, Maria pôs as sementes na terra e esperou que a Natureza se encarregasse do resto. Todos os dias os seus canteiros se mostravam mais preenchidos: primeiro apareceram pequenos caules, depois pequenas folhas,  todos os dias as plantas se mostravam maiores… até que as flores abriram, maravilhosas, coloridas e muito perfumadas. Era um deleite observá-las. Maria estava  aliviada, mas não completamente feliz, pois sentia a falta das toupeiras, que procurava sem descanso.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.95cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;Quando já toda a família estava intrigada com a ausência das toupeiras e tinham todos os recantos revistados, repararam enfim numa voz rouca e tenebrosa, verdadeiramente assustadora e maquiavélica que tinha origem no quintal do vizinho. O pai, corajoso e decidido, subiu logo para o muro que separava os quintais e avistou um enorme espantalho que se movimentava bruscamente e arrepiava todos os seres à sua volta, num raio de 500 metros.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.95cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;Toda a família achou estranho, pois nunca tinham visto aquele espantalho no quintal do vizinho. Em anos anteriores, o espantalho que lá estava tinha uma voz meiga e muitas vezes acabava por falar com os passarinhos em vez de os espantar. Resolveram  ir falar com espantalho para tentar perceber o que se passava com ele. A Maria ficou espantada com a história que o espantalho lhes contou, ele vivia com a sua família numa bonita seara no Alentejo, mas foi arrancado bruscamente e veio parar àquele quintal. Ele sentia muitas saudades da família e mostrava a sua revolta assustando todos os que se aproximassem dele. Com uma voz muito doce, a Maria tentou mostrar ao espantalho que naquele lugar poderia encontrar novos amigos e concerteza voltaria a sentir-se feliz. E assim foi, todos os amigos da Maria e as flores do jardim passaram a ser amigos do espantalho e até as toupeiras perderam o medo e voltaram ao jardim da Maria. Os pássaros deixaram de fugir assustados e agora vinham pousar em cima do espantalho e traziam-lhe novidades da sua família. A Maria resolveu, tal como na Primavera anterior, fazer uma festa para comemorar o início desta nova amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Isaura Fernandes - Encarregada de Educação de uma aluna da turma A)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 163px; height: 145px;" src="http://www.fotosdahora.com.br/gifs_animados/gifs/20Festa//palhaco_espantalho.gif" alt="palhaco" espantalho="" border="0" /&gt; 					 					&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-5869171095494518637?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/5869171095494518637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/03/historia-partilhada.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/5869171095494518637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/5869171095494518637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/03/historia-partilhada.html' title='História Ping-Pong'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S5WNwbO5ypI/AAAAAAAAAJI/z2EGoOmBzE8/s72-c/Desenho+Hist%C3%B3ria+Partilhada-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-3373838676094441642</id><published>2010-02-24T21:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:46:31.701Z</updated><title type='text'>Serão Cultural</title><content type='html'>Hoje alguns meninos da nossa turma participaram no Serão Cultural que decorreu na BE/CRE. Nesta actividade participaram vários alunos, desde o Jardim de Infância até ao 9º Ano de Escolaridade, com histórias, poesias e uma   dramatização.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S4WqrIvkH5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LvyIfUc9Da8/s1600-h/DSC09983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S4WqrIvkH5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LvyIfUc9Da8/s320/DSC09983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441943382805192594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Madalena, o Nuno e o Tiago apresentaram uns poemas escritos por eles sobre "O que quero ser..."  Pareciam uns veterinários de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S4WqJhOh6SI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MGlCkjqhpYU/s1600-h/DSC09984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 141px; float: right;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S4WqJhOh6SI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MGlCkjqhpYU/s320/DSC09984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441942805261969698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        A Leonor e a Sara contaram a história: "Martim- Um boneco de neve", enquanto os rapazes mostravam as ilustrações que fizemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como recompensa pelo empenho que mostraram,  no final desta actividade receberam um Certificado de Participação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S4WqJW_wH-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/7I_mUXWieQM/s1600-h/DSC09987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S4WqJW_wH-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/7I_mUXWieQM/s320/DSC09987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441942802515632098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-3373838676094441642?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3373838676094441642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/02/serao-cultural.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/3373838676094441642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/3373838676094441642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/02/serao-cultural.html' title='Serão Cultural'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S4WqrIvkH5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LvyIfUc9Da8/s72-c/DSC09983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-2486390512093632168</id><published>2010-02-14T21:03:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:10:52.065Z</updated><title type='text'>Um Carnaval bem docinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.sapo.pt/kids/kidspt2009/content/bolo_no_copo440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 212px;" src="http://imgs.sapo.pt/kids/kidspt2009/content/bolo_no_copo440.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aproveita esta pequena interrupção lectiva para experimentares este delicioso bolo que te sugerimos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOLO NA CANECA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MATERIAL NECESSÁRIO&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Caneca - Colher de sopa - Microondas - Tigela - Garfo - Colher de sopa de leite - Colher de sopa de óleo - 42 gr. de farinha com fermento - 50 gr. de açúcar - 8 gr. de cacau - 1 ovo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMO FAZER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Numa tigela misturar bem o açúcar, a  farinha e o cacau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 2. Colocar a mistura na caneca e adicionar um ovo, uma colher de sopa de óleo e uma colher de sopa de leite e misturar com o garfo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Colocar a caneca no microondas na potência máxima durante 2 minutos. E já tens um bolo maravilhoso pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipart.coolclips.com/AGifm/tf05197/CoolClips_wb024694.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 160px;" src="http://clipart.coolclips.com/AGifm/tf05197/CoolClips_wb024694.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O CIENTISTA EXPLICA: &lt;/strong&gt; O segredo deste bolo de chocolate está no fermento. O fermento em pó é constituído por bicarbonato de sódio (base), que na presença de alguns líquidos com propriedades especiais, neste caso o leite, reagem entre si.   Nesta reacção libertam-se milhões de bolhinhas de dióxido de carbono, que ficam aprisionadas dentro da massa do bolo, tornando-o muito fofo.   Temos então uma reacção química, e o bolo cresce devido à existência desta reacção entre o fermento da farinha e o leite. Como podes ver na cozinha também há ciência...&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/7615262214661774457-2486390512093632168?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2486390512093632168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/02/um-carnaval-bem-docinho.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/2486390512093632168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/2486390512093632168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/02/um-carnaval-bem-docinho.html' title='Um Carnaval bem docinho'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-1241390359784683556</id><published>2010-02-12T15:37:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:12:14.503Z</updated><title type='text'>" O convite da Condessa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hoje, dia 12 de Fevereiro, levantei-me, tomei um duche, de seguida, tomei o pequeno almoço, li o jornal e fiquei espantado com a notícia de mais um Baile de Máscaras no sumptuoso palácio da Condessa. Este ano, o tema são os dinossauros. Rapidamente comecei a imaginar como seria interessante e maravilhoso poder vestir um disfarce de dinossauro. Só eu sei o que me fascinava poder estar presente nesse Baile de Máscaras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Continuei a ler o jornal, até que a campainha da porta tocou. "Quem poderá ser a esta hora!" Mal abri a porta deparei-me com o carteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;- Bom-dia senhor carteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;- Bom-dia Nuno! Trago-te uma carta registada, preciso que assines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;- Adeus e  muito obrigado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Estava curioso, o que seria aquela carta! Ao abri-la deparei-me com uma grande surpresa, não queria acreditar, um convite da Condessa para o Baile de Máscaras no seu palácio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Convite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Exma. Sra. Condessa convida V. Ex. para o grandioso Baile de Máscaras a realizar dia 16 de Fevereiro do ano de 2010, pelas 21 horas no seu palácio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deverá ir disfarçado de dinossauro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Confirmar a sua presença até dia 15 de Fevereiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Já tenho a minha máscara preparada e aguardo ansioso o dia do baile. Depois dou notícias sobre o mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;(Nuno)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7615262214661774457-1241390359784683556?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1241390359784683556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-convite-da-condessa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/1241390359784683556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/1241390359784683556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-convite-da-condessa.html' title='&quot; O convite da Condessa&quot;'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-3473246975885212293</id><published>2010-02-04T20:36:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:18:26.110Z</updated><title type='text'>A Lenda do Arlequim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 2 deste mês fomos à BE/CRE. Lá, a professora Isabel contou-nos a Lenda do Arlequim, mostrou-nos algumas imagens de Veneza e realizámos actividades de pesquisa sobre o Carnaval.&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S2s3jBOHXaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fTPlfRzVw9s/s1600-h/DSC09952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 105px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S2s3jBOHXaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fTPlfRzVw9s/s320/DSC09952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434498450115222946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S2s3jl9ejeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bKB2j_TIZAw/s1600-h/DSC09954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 105px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S2s3jl9ejeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bKB2j_TIZAw/s320/DSC09954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434498459977551330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S2s3jR_twaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4xGsLmhuhPk/s1600-h/DSC09953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 105px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S2s3jR_twaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4xGsLmhuhPk/s320/DSC09953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434498454618227106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenda do Arlequim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez uma condessa muito rica que, todos os anos pelo Carnaval, organizava um baile de máscaras e convidava todos os meninos de Veneza. Estes teriam que ir &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gifandgif.eu/animated_gif/Carnival/Animated%20Gif%20Carnival%20%2827%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 158px;" src="http://www.gifandgif.eu/animated_gif/Carnival/Animated%20Gif%20Carnival%20%2827%29.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mascarados. As mães andavam apressadas à procura dos melhores tecidos da cidade para elaborarem os fatos dos seus filhos. Todos os meninos falavam sobre o baile e respectivos fatos, à excepção do Arlequim. Ele era um menino pobre e a mãe não lhe podia comprar o tecido para o fato. Todos os colegas do Arlequim decidiram dar-lhe os restos de tecido que sobraram dos seus fatos. A mãe começou por cortar o tecido em losangos e fez-lhe um fato espectacular. No dia do baile, tal como acontecia em todos os bailes, houve um concurso de máscaras e o Arlequim venceu por ter o fato mais bonito. A condessa questionou-o sobre a forma como tinha conseguido uma máscara tão bonita e ele respondeu que foi com a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bondade dos amigos e o coração da mãe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seria bom que todos os meninos fossem como os colegas do Arlequim, que soubessem partilhar aquilo que têm com quem mais precisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7615262214661774457-3473246975885212293?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3473246975885212293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/02/lenda-do-arlequim.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/3473246975885212293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/3473246975885212293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/02/lenda-do-arlequim.html' title='A Lenda do Arlequim'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S2s3jBOHXaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fTPlfRzVw9s/s72-c/DSC09952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-8963769904542252291</id><published>2010-01-27T11:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:42:01.347Z</updated><title type='text'>Póneis à solta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem, quando saímos da nossa escola para o almoço no Centro Social e Paroquial de Santo André, tivemos uma agradável surpresa. Da parte de trás da escola, junto ao estacionamento, estavam vários póneis a fazer também a sua refeição. Gostámos da sua presença junto à nossa escola. ( Ana, Igor, João e Jorge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S19Q50na9xI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uxz0AHwud1Y/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 248px; float: right; height: 185px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431148629938861842" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S19Q50na9xI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uxz0AHwud1Y/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S19Q0YNDHdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/u0UHQxyauHk/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 241px; float: left; height: 179px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431148536412708306" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S19Q0YNDHdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/u0UHQxyauHk/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-8963769904542252291?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8963769904542252291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/poneis-solta.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/8963769904542252291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/8963769904542252291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/poneis-solta.html' title='Póneis à solta'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S19Q50na9xI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uxz0AHwud1Y/s72-c/DSC00090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-7669253033210911915</id><published>2010-01-26T16:55:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:52:49.553Z</updated><title type='text'>Pequenos Poetas</title><content type='html'>Os nossos poetas desta vez inspiraram-se na família e surgiram estas obras de arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;om farda azul, da cor do mar, faz o nosso dia seguro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;m homem bom e com orgulho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ão gosta da cidade, mas sim do campo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;omem amigo dos animais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ma os filhos por demais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ulher doce e com olhar terno,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;manhece sempre a chamar-nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i sempre de vontade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;osta muito de escutar-nos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dora mesmo as nossas actividades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;alha também muitas vezes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ndicando sempre os caminhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;á beijinhos nos seus queridos filhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mor, amizade e respeito são os seu grandes ensinamentos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/animatedtv/1/0/F/U/simpFamily_Vertical2f_72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 497px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/animatedtv/1/0/F/U/simpFamily_Vertical2f_72.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; A minha família é grande&lt;br /&gt;Pai, mãe e irmão&lt;br /&gt;Também avós e tios&lt;br /&gt;E primos do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pai é inteligente&lt;br /&gt;E também trabalhador&lt;br /&gt;Quando vai para a horta&lt;br /&gt;Trabalha com o tractor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha mãe é brincalhona&lt;br /&gt;Comigo vai brincar&lt;br /&gt;Faz alguns jogos&lt;br /&gt;Outras vezes a cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu irmão é engraçado&lt;br /&gt;Faz muitas palhaçadas&lt;br /&gt;Prega pulos na cama&lt;br /&gt;E eu dou-lhe palmadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus avós são velhotes&lt;br /&gt;Têm paciência para me aturar&lt;br /&gt;E com os meus tios&lt;br /&gt;Posso sempre contar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus primos são queridos&lt;br /&gt;Comigo estão sempre a implicar&lt;br /&gt;Umas vezes a brincar&lt;br /&gt;E outras a chatear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou terminar o meu poema&lt;br /&gt;Mas desculpem se está mal&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu não sou poeta&lt;br /&gt;E por isso cheguei ao final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha família é pequena&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu e a minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;É o suficiente para sermos felizes&lt;br /&gt;Basta duas pessoas para haver amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luís&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A minha família&lt;br /&gt;Mora no Monte da Razão&lt;br /&gt;Somos o pai, a mãe&lt;br /&gt;Eu e também o cão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse&lt;br /&gt;Um irmão teria&lt;br /&gt;E a família&lt;br /&gt;Maior ficaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A avó Rosa mora sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Mas se eu pudesse&lt;br /&gt;Estaria mais tempo com ela&lt;br /&gt;E fazia-lhe companhia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os avós Grilos&lt;br /&gt;Já são mais velhotes&lt;br /&gt;Vão cedo para a acama&lt;br /&gt;Não aturam os rapazotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tias tenho duas&lt;br /&gt;Elsa e Ana Maria&lt;br /&gt;Ivo e Miguel&lt;br /&gt;Os primos para a berraria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madalena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá em casa somos três&lt;br /&gt;Pai, mãe e filhinha&lt;br /&gt;Este ano mudei de casa&lt;br /&gt;Estou contente nesta casinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois vem outra casa&lt;br /&gt;A casa do avô e da avó&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes fico lá&lt;br /&gt;E com eles faço ó-ó&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Grândola&lt;br /&gt;Vive minha tia Nita&lt;br /&gt;Foi lá que comecei a andar&lt;br /&gt;Quando cá vem traz-me uma prendita&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-7669253033210911915?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7669253033210911915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/pequenos-poetas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/7669253033210911915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/7669253033210911915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/pequenos-poetas.html' title='Pequenos Poetas'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-6839362340322082887</id><published>2010-01-24T12:07:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:16:23.959Z</updated><title type='text'>A Padeira de Aljubarrota</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="95%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td height="300" valign="TOP" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;A Padeira de Aljubarrota é uma     das personagens mais curiosas ligadas à famosa &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.junior.te.pt/servlets/Rua?P=Portugal&amp;amp;ID=1334"&gt;Batalha     de Aljubarrota&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(século XIV), onde, mais uma vez, os     portugueses venceram os castelhanos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Já ouviste falar     nela, na Padeira de Aljubarrota?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se pode afirmar com     certeza que esta pessoa tenha existido, nem sequer que a história     que se conta acerca dela seja verdade, mas ela vai estar sempre     ligada à &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.junior.te.pt/servlets/Rua?P=Portugal&amp;amp;ID=1334"&gt;Batalha&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vamos     contar-te o que se sabe dessa mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;Brites de Almeida nasceu em     meados do século XIV em Santa Maria de Faaron (hoje conhecida     como Faro) e os seus pais eram gente muito humilde.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;Conta-se que quando era pequena     já era alta, muito forte e musculada. E como era meio «Maria     rapaz», gostava de resolver tudo com a ajuda dos punhos. Parece     que quando tinha 20 anos os pais morreram. Então, para ganhar     dinheiro, começou a usar os seus conhecimentos em feiras, onde     fazia combates contra homens.&lt;br /&gt;Ora esta história chamou a     atenção de um soldado que a desafiou: se o soldado ganhasse,     Brites casava com ele. Se perdesse, ela matava-o.&lt;br /&gt;O que acabou     por acontecer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;Depois de se envolver em várias     lutas e provocar algumas mortes na zona de Lisboa, Brites apanhou     um barco para Valada, de onde acabou por ir parar a Aljubarrota.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;Para sobreviver, já cansada e     sem maneira de ganhar dinheiro, começou a pedir esmola à porta     de um forno e depois tornou-se padeira.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;Um dia, deu-se uma grande batalha     em Aljubarrota (aquela que te falámos no início).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;Como a maioria do povo português,     ela também estava do lado de D. João, Mestre de Avis, e não     queria os espanhóis a governar Portugal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1w41ubQ9nI/AAAAAAAAAHE/NoxOY7Tl1Ak/s1600-h/hththt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1w41ubQ9nI/AAAAAAAAAHE/NoxOY7Tl1Ak/s200/hththt.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430277746348586610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nessa noite de 14 de Agosto de 1385, ao regressar, a padeira     chegou a casa e encontrou sete espanhóis escondidos no forno     onde costumava cozer o pão. Sem hesitar, pegou na pá de levar o     pão ao forno e bateu-lhes até os matar, um a um, à medida que     saíam do forno.&lt;br /&gt;Claro que a sua história não acaba na época     da Batalha. Parece que quando fez 40 anos se casou com um lavrador rico que a admirava muito e chegou a ter filhos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-6839362340322082887?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6839362340322082887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/padeira-de-aljubarrota.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/6839362340322082887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/6839362340322082887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/padeira-de-aljubarrota.html' title='A Padeira de Aljubarrota'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1w41ubQ9nI/AAAAAAAAAHE/NoxOY7Tl1Ak/s72-c/hththt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-6262722194478023395</id><published>2010-01-21T21:33:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:58:11.288Z</updated><title type='text'>Partilha de Conhecimentos I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ao longo deste ano lectivo iremos realizar alguns trabalhos em conjunto com a Turma B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 1º Período, ao trabalharmos o tema " A Pele", aprendemos que é importante ter alguns cuidados para evitar o envelhecimento desta e o aparecimento de doenças graves, como o cancro da pele.&lt;br /&gt;Pretendemos transmitir alguns conhecimentos ao nossos colegas através de uma dramatização - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuidados a ter com a Exposição ao Sol&lt;/span&gt;. Contámos com a colaboração da mãe do David para a elaboração do texto.&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.webweaver.nu/clipart/img/entertainment/recreation/beach/teenagers-at-beach.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 183px;" src="http://www.webweaver.nu/clipart/img/entertainment/recreation/beach/teenagers-at-beach.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enumeramos alguns dos cuidados que transmitimos aos nossos colegas com esta dramatização:&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Usar o protector solar adequado a cada tipo de pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evitar a exposição solar entre as 11.00 e as 16.00 horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beber bastante água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Usar chapéu, óculos de sol e t-shirt nas horas de maior calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;O Verão ainda tarda mas, mesmo no Inverno, em especial nas regiões onde há neve, os raios de solares são perigosos. A neve, sendo branca, reflecte os raios solares, por isso quando estamos rodeados de neve, recebemos raios de Sol de cima para baixo e de baixo para cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quando chegar o calor e fores para a praia ou para a piscina, não te esqueças das regras que aqui te deixámos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.millan.net/anims/giffar/quake.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 172px;" src="http://www.millan.net/anims/giffar/quake.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.millan.net/anims/giffar/quake.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os nossos colegas da turma B, apresentaram-nos um trabalho sobre "Sismos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aprendemos o que fazer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;durante um sismo&lt;/span&gt;, no caso de se estar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Na&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; rua&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;afastar-se de postes de electricidade ou cabos eléctricos, árvores, edifícios e muros, rios ou praias;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;não vaguear pelas ruas;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dirigir-se para um local aberto.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Em&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; casa&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;abrigar-se num vão de uma porta, debaixo de uma mesa ou de uma cama;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;manter-se afastado de janelas e espelhos;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ficar dentro de casa até o sismo cessar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Também simulámos um sismo na nossa escola e aprendemos como actuar numa situação dessas.    &lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNjQzMzc1NDYxNzMmcHQ9MTI2NDMzNzU1MTE3NiZwPTkyMzMwMSZkPSZnPTEmbz*1NzQ1Njk4YzJjMmM*OTNhYjk3/ZDMwNDI4YWEyMzU*NyZvZj*w.gif" height="0" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-6262722194478023395?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6262722194478023395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/partilha-de-conhecimentos-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/6262722194478023395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/6262722194478023395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/partilha-de-conhecimentos-i.html' title='Partilha de Conhecimentos I'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-656102878413462044</id><published>2010-01-19T17:18:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:26:42.731Z</updated><title type='text'>Pequenos Cientistas II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1Xsm-X-4OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wnEhDSUZPes/s1600-h/DSC09937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1Xsm-X-4OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wnEhDSUZPes/s200/DSC09937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428505080187773154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tal como prometido, aqui estamos para dar notícias sobre as nossas experiências relacionadas com a luz. Ontem, encontrámos a resposta à questão: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Será que todos os materiais se deixam atravessar pela luz?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . Após a análise de vários materiais, chegámos à conclusão que os materiais opacos não se deixam atravessar pela luz, os transparentes deixam e os translúcidos parcialmente.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1XssswnViI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aHU2eFkgooM/s1600-h/DSC09929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1XssswnViI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aHU2eFkgooM/s200/DSC09929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428505178538464802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em grupo elaborámos também um cartaz que demonstra as nossas conclusões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, a actividade teve como objectivo responder à questão &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"O que acontece à so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1XuCV6zU6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/TcZwslj_kfA/s1600-h/DSC09932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1XuCV6zU6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/TcZwslj_kfA/s200/DSC09932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428506649875927970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m-&lt;br /&gt;bra de um objecto se aumentar o comprimento de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ste?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A actividade de hoje foi realizada em grupo e acompanhada pela professora Margarida. Cada grupo tinha 3 bonecos de neve, de tamanhos diferentes, uma lanterna, uma ficha de trabalho e uma régua. Com estes materiais medimos a sombra dos 3 bonecos e verificámos que, quanto maior é o objecto, maior é a sua sombra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-656102878413462044?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/656102878413462044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/pequenos-cientistas-ii.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/656102878413462044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/656102878413462044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/pequenos-cientistas-ii.html' title='Pequenos Cientistas II'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1Xsm-X-4OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wnEhDSUZPes/s72-c/DSC09937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-4589597241992919680</id><published>2010-01-16T16:22:00.029Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:18:08.672Z</updated><title type='text'>Pequenos Cientistas I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1DF0mYfHuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rfhLjVjL7K4/s1600-h/DSC09924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline ! important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1DF0mYfHuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rfhLjVjL7K4/s200/DSC09924.JPG" height="150" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;font-family:arial;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ao longo deste mês, iremos realizar diferentes experiências relacionadas com o tema: &lt;b&gt;"Explorando a luz...".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;font-family:arial;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ontem, através de várias experiências realizadas, encontrámos a resposta às questões:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;font-family:arial;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Porque não vemos objectos no escuro?&lt;br /&gt;Como se propaga a luz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;font-family:arial;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1DF06C-9MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rsllCWc9Uj0/s1600-h/DSC09922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1DF06C-9MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rsllCWc9Uj0/s200/DSC09922.JPG" height="150" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No fim desta actividade chegámos às seguintes c&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;onclusões:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Só  vemos o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;s objectos quando estão iluminados ou quando têm luz  própria. Os nossos olhos não emitem luz e para vermos os objectos  é preciso que estes sejam uma fonte de luz ou estejam iluminados.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A  luz não se curva como os nossos braços ou como um fio flexível,  propaga-se em linha recta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;          &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Na próxima semana continuamos com este tema e iremos tentar encontrar as respostas às questões : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Será que todos os materiais se deixam atravessar pela luz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; font-weight: bold;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O que acontece à sombra de um objecto se aumentar o comprimento deste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ESTÁ ATENTO QUE BREVEMENTE DAREMOS NOTÍCIAS SOBRE NOVAS EXPERIÊNCIAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7615262214661774457-4589597241992919680?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4589597241992919680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/pequenos-cientistas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/4589597241992919680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/4589597241992919680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/pequenos-cientistas.html' title='Pequenos Cientistas I'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1DF0mYfHuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rfhLjVjL7K4/s72-c/DSC09924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-3687287389022296276</id><published>2010-01-15T18:33:00.035Z</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:10:42.728Z</updated><title type='text'>Ficámos em 2º lugar no concurso dos postais de Natal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1C2ief14JI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pa-PHeoLpIY/s1600-h/DSC09925.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427038254399873170" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1C2ief14JI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pa-PHeoLpIY/s200/DSC09925.JPG" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Participámos num concurso de postais de Natal que decorreu no Agrupamento de Escolas de Estremoz durante o mês de Dezembro. Foi com este postal que desejámos as Boas Festas aos nossos familiares e ainda conseguimos arrecadar o 2º lugar neste concurso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1DZmXEm3NI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Y8NUuBmBfIo/s1600-h/DSC09928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1DZmXEm3NI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Y8NUuBmBfIo/s200/DSC09928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Estas foram as quadras que escrevemos no interior do nosso postal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;      &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT"  style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;  font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: -1.11cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 2.22cm;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;No concurso de postais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT"  style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;  font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: -1.11cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 2.22cm;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;Quisemos participar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT"  style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;  font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: -1.11cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 2.22cm;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;E através deste meio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT"  style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;  font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: -1.11cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 2.22cm;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;Um Feliz Natal desejar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT"  style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;  font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: -1.11cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 2.22cm;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT"  style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;  font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: -1.11cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 2.22cm;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;Com as nossas mãos foi feito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT"  style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;  font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: -1.11cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 2.22cm;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;Este bonito anjinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;  font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: -1.11cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 2.22cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;Em nome da turma A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: -1.11cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 2.22cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;Representa todo o nosso carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&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/7615262214661774457-3687287389022296276?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3687287389022296276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S1C2ief14JI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pa-PHeoLpIY/s72-c/DSC09925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-7413181932400623128</id><published>2010-01-14T17:10:00.015Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:59:31.877Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando for adulto(a) quero ser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S09ZpKGHNSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VJNV8qmRANA/s1600-h/dr_judy_writing_analysis_md_wht.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426654639624238370" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S09ZpKGHNSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VJNV8qmRANA/s200/dr_judy_writing_analysis_md_wht.gif" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 160px; width: 80px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu quero ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando crescer&lt;br /&gt;Quero tratar de animais&lt;br /&gt;Porque é deles&lt;br /&gt;Que eu gosto mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando bem&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser Veterinário&lt;br /&gt;Talvez até trate&lt;br /&gt;De um tubarão do oceanário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando for sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Vou pensar&lt;br /&gt;Nos animais&lt;br /&gt;Que passei o dia a tratar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Nuno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quando eu for grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Veterinária quero ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Trabalhar com os animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ajudá-los a crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quando estão doentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vou dar-lhes o tratamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;As vacinas e a ração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dão-lhe outro alento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cavalos, cães e gatos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Com carinho vou tratar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vacas, galinhas e ovelhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sempre de mim hão-de gostar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vou aprender com a minha prima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Que veterinária também é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;A bata já me empresta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Que bem que me fica ó-la-ri-ló-lé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Madalena)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quero ser futebolista para marcar muitos golos, ganhar muitas taças e também quero ser piloto de motas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Rodrigo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Na minha imaginação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu sou futebolista e piloto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;De motocross, mas sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;que é só um sonho por enquanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Porque ainda sou um miúdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tudo o que tenho que fazer é brincar e estudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quando for adulto vou tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Decidir o que vou ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Luís)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu quando for adulta quero ser dançarina mas se não for capaz de concretizar este sonho, serei professora. Quero andar nos palcos do mundo a dançar mas se isso não conseguir, os outros irei ensinar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Teresa D.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;O que eu quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;É ser cozinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bem sucedido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;E com muito dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bons pratos eu quero fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bem decorados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Para as pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Que querem ver e comer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Abrir um restaurante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Para irem lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Só pessoas importantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas isso assim não dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ser chefe de cozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Para mandar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas ser meiguinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Porque senão não me vou safar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Miguel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu gostaria de ser cientista mas para isso tenho que estudar muito. Um cientista é um homem com bata branca e luvas pretas que faz poções para experimentar no seu laboratório. Também inventa máquinas do tempo, carros que podem andar a água, canhões flutuantes e um carro-escavadora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Jorge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu gostava de ter, no futuro, duas profissões. Gostava de ser polícia e jogador de futebol. Polícia porque podia prender os homens maus e futebolista porque sei e gosto de jogar à bola e porque se ganha muito dinheiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;(João)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu não sei se quero ser veterinário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não sei se quero ser pintor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sei que gosto de animais, de telas e de tintas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sei que tenho que estudar e que me esforçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;E porque não tentar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se gostamos, temos que acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Por isso vou ser veterinário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;E nas horas vagas pintar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Tiago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero ser técnico de robótica para melhorar o futuro e construir coisas.  Também quero ser futebolista e nadador porque são os meus desportos favoritos. Quero ainda ser escuteiro-chefe para progredir no meu escalão e para ensinar o que aprendi a outros meninos. &lt;b&gt;(David)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cantora e actriz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de partir o nariz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e representar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas para isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenho que estudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e todos encantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com as minhas canções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;canções de embalar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu gosto de cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;canções de embalar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não quero ser como o vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que só sabe assobiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Débora)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que eu quero ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é ginasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mesmo de um circo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;farei uma rasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo contra a vontade da minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;juro que o faço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que não quero parecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é um palhaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que também queria ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é actriz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seja de cinema ou novela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prometo que à noite ponho verniz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estas são profissões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que eu quero ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adeus meus amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenham notas a valer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Leonor)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu gostaria de ser bióloga marinha, assim aprenderia mais sobre peixes, sobre a sua reprodução, a sua inteligência, os oceanos e as marés. Eu alimentaria: golfinhos, focas, raias, tubarões, ... Também mostraria às pessoas que os peixes são como nós e alertava-as para não poluírem os oceanos, rios, lagos e lagoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Teresa M.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu gostaria de ser bailarina porque eu gosto dos vestidos e de andar nos carros no Carnaval. Gosto muito de dançar, gosto de músicas mexidas e de cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Ana)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando for grande quero ser astronauta para visitar a Lua e os planetas. Também quero ser piloto de aviões, nadador, futebolista e cantor. Mas como não posso ser isto tudo, tenho que trabalhar e estudar muito para conseguir uma destas profissões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Igor)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cabeleireira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou ainda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;costureira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Montar cavalos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é uma ideia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muitos a querem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de tal maneira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cantora,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para quem quiser escutar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que eu tenho para cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Sara)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu queria ser cozinheiro para cozinhar todos os dias; futebolista para marcar golos; actor para ser famoso; palhaço para fazer rir as pessoas; pescador para tirar do mar peixe fresco; pintor para pintar e desenhar coisas e pessoas e ser cantor para mostrar a minha bela voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Joaquim)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que eu queria ser era modelo, mas as tradições do meu povo não o permitem. &lt;b&gt;(Miriam)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero ser professor porque quero ensinar Matemática aos meus alunos. &lt;b&gt;(José)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-7413181932400623128?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7413181932400623128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/quando-for-grande-quero-ser.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/7413181932400623128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/7413181932400623128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/quando-for-grande-quero-ser.html' title='Quando for adulto(a) quero ser...'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S09ZpKGHNSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VJNV8qmRANA/s72-c/dr_judy_writing_analysis_md_wht.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-7956164912979324845</id><published>2010-01-13T21:44:00.014Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:06:44.393Z</updated><title type='text'>"O taleigo viajante"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estamos a participar num projecto da EB1 de S. Domingos que se chama "O taleigo viajante".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este projecto tem em vista a produção de histórias conjuntas, envolvendo alunos de outras escolas, pais e Encarregados de Educação e outros elementos da comunidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A história que se segue está a ser construída por nós e pelos meninos da EB1 de S. Domingos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0-Azf0YTCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LB1sCZbVo_s/s1600-h/DSC09920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: justify; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0-Azf0YTCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LB1sCZbVo_s/s200/DSC09920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426697698207616034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Martim - O Boneco de Neve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Era uma vez um boneco de neve chamado Martim que foi passar férias à praia de Altura que fica no Algarve. Foi com os seus pais e irmãos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando lá chegou, deitou-se na areia mas, como estava muito calor, sentiu-se mal. Estava muito quente e pensou que tinha febre. Reparou que começou a derreter e resolveu ir pedir aos pais para o levarem ao pediatra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                              ***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando o Martim chegou ao pediatra foi logo atendido, pois tratava-se de uma emergência. O pediatra, depois de fazer um exame muito completo, chegou à conclusão que o Martim tinha "gelopatia", uma doença que consistia no derretimento de algumas partes do corpo.  Assim sendo, o pediatra recomendou descanso absoluto durante uma semana, a uma temperatura de 5 graus.&lt;br /&gt;Passada uma semana e, apesar de ter ainda algumas marcas, Martim começou a sair de casa.&lt;br /&gt;Num lindo dia de Sol, quando Martim fazia o seu passeio matinal, olhou à sua volta, reparou que a sua sombra estava quase perfeita e ficou muito contente. Então começou a brincar com ela ao toca e foge.&lt;br /&gt;- Foge sombra, foge...foge! gritava Martim um pouco indignado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                               ***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Resolveu começar a correr para tentar fugir da sombra, mas por mais que corresse, a sombra seguia-o para todo o lado. Já cansado de tanto correr, parou com aquela brincadeira e foi ter com os pais para lhes contar o sucedido.  O Martim chegou a pensar que a sombra estava apaixonada por ele e corou de vergonha. Os pais explicaram-lhe que a sua sombra nunca o iria deixar.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou a noite, o Martim apercebeu-se que a sua sombra já não o perseguia e ficou satisfeito, mas, por outro lado, sentia-se sozinho sem ter com quem brincar. Os irmãos explicaram-lhe que sem luz não poderia ver a sua sombra, mas poderia brincar com eles.&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, toda a família se levantou cedinho para arrumar as coisas pois as férias tinham chegado ao fim e iriam regressar à sua terra natal, a Serra da Estrela.&lt;br /&gt;Quando lá chegou e contou aos seus amigos as peripécias que tinha vivido, todos ficaram com vontade de conhecer a praia onde o Martim passou férias. O pai do Martim já está  a organizar uma excursão à praia de Altura para o mês de Agosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                   ***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Se este ano fores passar férias para o Algarve e vires um autocarro cheio de bonecos de neve, não estranhes, pois deve ser o Martim com os seus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7615262214661774457-7956164912979324845?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7956164912979324845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-taleigo-viajante.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/7956164912979324845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/7956164912979324845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-taleigo-viajante.html' title='&quot;O taleigo viajante&quot;'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0-Azf0YTCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LB1sCZbVo_s/s72-c/DSC09920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-6584319210747500885</id><published>2010-01-07T20:52:00.012Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:45:33.717Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia de Reis</title><content type='html'>Hoje tivemos um dia cheio de actividades para comemorar o DIA DE REIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0pJkeAE_kI/AAAAAAAAADM/l6-UiUI7xsk/s1600-h/DSC09873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0pJkeAE_kI/AAAAAAAAADM/l6-UiUI7xsk/s200/DSC09873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425229591998692930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Começámos por fazer bolo rei;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enquanto os bolos cozeram, fomos ao 2º Ciclo cantar as Janeiras e ouvir os meninos do Jardim de Infãncia de Santa Maria e do 2º ciclo;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; regressámos à nossa sala, onde se sentia um cheirinho maravilhoso      pois os nossos bolos já estavam prontos;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;resolvemos situações problemáticas relacionadas com este dia;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fomos ao centro Social e Paroquial de Santo André e, em representação de toda a escola, cantámos as Janeiras aos idosos que lá se encontram e oferecemos-lhe um cabaz;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lemos um texto sobre a &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.coolkids.guarda.pt/content/lenda-do-bolo-rei"&gt;Lenda do Bolo rei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0pW9XdT2DI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GTJ6l-jhOGs/s1600-h/DSC09890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0pW9XdT2DI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GTJ6l-jhOGs/s200/DSC09890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425244313390143538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;para terminar este dia da melhor maneira, lanchámos bolo de chocolate, pois muitos meninos não gostam de bolo rei, e levámos os nossos bolos para casa para oferecermos aos nossos pais.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O projecto do Dia de reis foi muito giro, pois fizemos várias actividades relacionadas com este dia.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0pGJZK47-I/AAAAAAAAADE/ZfUbgYOCCns/s1600-h/Scanned+Document-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0pGJZK47-I/AAAAAAAAADE/ZfUbgYOCCns/s200/Scanned+Document-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425225828310511586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0pV0P-go5I/AAAAAAAAADk/-ao7EpxSgtM/s1600-h/Scanned+Document-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0pV0P-go5I/AAAAAAAAADk/-ao7EpxSgtM/s200/Scanned+Document-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425243057251459986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div_prefs id="div_prefs"&gt;&lt;/div_prefs&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0pVzuw0DQI/AAAAAAAAADc/FZcQ954Qey4/s1600-h/Scanned+Document.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0pVzuw0DQI/AAAAAAAAADc/FZcQ954Qey4/s200/Scanned+Document.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425243048335641858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div_prefs id="div_prefs"&gt;&lt;/div_prefs&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-6584319210747500885?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6584319210747500885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/dia-de-reis.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/6584319210747500885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/6584319210747500885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/dia-de-reis.html' title='Dia de Reis'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0pJkeAE_kI/AAAAAAAAADM/l6-UiUI7xsk/s72-c/DSC09873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-746832744964907286</id><published>2009-12-30T23:12:00.012Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:42:49.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Festa de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0pZCsEmFtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nUrvZnU9g70/s1600-h/1.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425246603846227666" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0pZCsEmFtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nUrvZnU9g70/s200/1.jpeg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 146px; width: 200px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0OzhMZbGRI/AAAAAAAAACc/nB-PuHDiITg/s1600-h/Scanned+Document.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423375759129123090" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0OzhMZbGRI/AAAAAAAAACc/nB-PuHDiITg/s200/Scanned+Document.jpeg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 146px; width: 200px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No dia 18 de Dezembro realizou-se a nossa Festa de Natal. A nossa turma participou no coro de Natal e apresentou uma dança. Foi uma festa muito divertida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta actividade permitiu-nos uma maior convivência e mostrar às pessoas que somos fantásticos! (Joaquim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acho que as actuações foram giras. Esta poderá ser a nossa última Festa de Natal nesta escola. (Leonor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-746832744964907286?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/746832744964907286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/festa-de-natal.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/746832744964907286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/746832744964907286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/festa-de-natal.html' title='Festa de Natal'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0pZCsEmFtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nUrvZnU9g70/s72-c/1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-8023845193605289699</id><published>2009-12-30T23:08:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:31:36.425Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma árvore de Natal muito especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0OuaCccxXI/AAAAAAAAABs/z-TPD2eyCjQ/s1600-h/2-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0OuaCccxXI/AAAAAAAAABs/z-TPD2eyCjQ/s200/2-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423370138640237938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No dia 4 de Dezembro, a professora bibliotecária do nosso agrupamento veio à nossa sala contar-nos uma história de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ana Oom &lt;/span&gt;que se chama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Uma árvore de Natal muito especial". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta história fala-nos de uma árvore de Natal que estava num viveiro à espera de ser comprada. Como tinha um ramo muito comprido ningém a queria comprar.&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia, apareceu o Simão que convenceu o avô a comprar-lhe essa árvore. Plantou-a no seu jardim e, depois de enfeitada, ficou tão li&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0Ovn2AZzrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/B18N427pTwo/s1600-h/DSC01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0Ovn2AZzrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/B18N427pTwo/s200/DSC01130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423371475331174066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nda que todas as pessoas do bairro a foram admirar. A partir desse Natal, a família do Simão ficou com uma árvore de Natal muito especial no seu jardim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Aconselhamos a leitura desta história pois, para além de ser muito bonita, ensina-nos que não devemos rejeitar tudo o que é diferente.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div_prefs id="div_prefs"&gt;&lt;/div_prefs&gt;&lt;div_prefs id="div_prefs"&gt;&lt;/div_prefs&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-8023845193605289699?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8023845193605289699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/uma-arvore-de-natal-muito-especial.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/8023845193605289699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/8023845193605289699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/uma-arvore-de-natal-muito-especial.html' title='Uma árvore de Natal muito especial'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0OuaCccxXI/AAAAAAAAABs/z-TPD2eyCjQ/s72-c/2-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-8163073225904218668</id><published>2009-12-30T23:08:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:29:25.162Z</updated><title type='text'>Visita ao Centro de Ciência Viva de Estremoz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzvwHbOR0gI/AAAAAAAAABU/gNq4au-7Y-Y/s1600-h/DSC09760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzvwHbOR0gI/AAAAAAAAABU/gNq4au-7Y-Y/s200/DSC09760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421190586827919874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzvwHmEW-zI/AAAAAAAAABc/57_mQpufsLc/s1600-h/DSC09764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzvwHmEW-zI/AAAAAAAAABc/57_mQpufsLc/s200/DSC09764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421190589739105074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzvwH8C8qYI/AAAAAAAAABk/8wR6ftcEDj0/s1600-h/DSC09767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzvwH8C8qYI/AAAAAAAAABk/8wR6ftcEDj0/s200/DSC09767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421190595638765954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia 9 de Dezembro realizámos a primeira de algumas visitas que irão decorrer ao longo deste ano lectivo ao Centro de Ciência Viva de Estremoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistimos a um Power point que nos contou a viagem da Gotinha de Água e nos explicou os diferentes fenómenos (condensação, evaporação, precipitação e solidificação). Também realizámos uma experiência que nos mostrou a evaporação das gotas de água e a condensação. Para terminar a nossa visita, aprendemos o que são &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aqu%C3%ADfero"&gt;aquíferos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Adorámos a visita e enriquecemos os nossos conhecimentos! Estamos desejosos de lá voltar em Fevereiro. Depois damos notícias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div_prefs id="div_prefs"&gt;&lt;/div_prefs&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-8163073225904218668?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8163073225904218668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/visita-ao-centro-de-ciencia-viva-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/8163073225904218668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/8163073225904218668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/visita-ao-centro-de-ciencia-viva-de.html' title='Visita ao Centro de Ciência Viva de Estremoz'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzvwHbOR0gI/AAAAAAAAABU/gNq4au-7Y-Y/s72-c/DSC09760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-267129217416238699</id><published>2009-12-30T23:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:59:05.581Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia de S. Martinho</title><content type='html'>Tal como é tradição na nossa escola, no dia 11 de Novembro, festejou-se o dia de S. Martinho.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzvokvmTq7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/gcKUpGW0Pr4/s1600-h/DSC09725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzvokvmTq7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/gcKUpGW0Pr4/s200/DSC09725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421182294420597682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos um Magusto com castanha assada, muita brincadeira e uma exposição de trabalhos alusivos à época, alguns dos quais contaram com a colaboração dos encarregados de educação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzvokbwT-iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bHUqQFmgkNs/s1600-h/DSC09723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzvokbwT-iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bHUqQFmgkNs/s200/DSC09723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421182289093851682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surgiram trabalhos muito criativos e diferentes, onde se utilizaram materiais muito diversificados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta exposição foi visitada ao longo do dia 11, pelos nossos pais e familiares, os quais se manifestaram orgulhosos por todo o trabalho ali exposto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div_prefs id="div_prefs"&gt;&lt;/div_prefs&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-267129217416238699?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/267129217416238699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/dia-de-s-martinho.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/267129217416238699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/267129217416238699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/dia-de-s-martinho.html' title='Dia de S. Martinho'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzvokvmTq7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/gcKUpGW0Pr4/s72-c/DSC09725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-7773883978231442819</id><published>2009-12-29T23:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:00:26.908Z</updated><title type='text'>Estória da galinha e do ovo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/Szqc0kKZf1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cm78Pz4HZsc/s1600-h/DSC09695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/Szqc0kKZf1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cm78Pz4HZsc/s200/DSC09695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420817528368234322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No dia 26 de Outubro, também no âmbito do Dia Mundial das Bibliotecas Escolares, participámos numa actividade na Biblioteca Municipal de Estremoz, durante o período da tarde, que constava da apresentação da "Estória da galinha e do ovo":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Era uma vez duas vizinhas, a Zefa e a Bina. A Zefa tinha uma galinha que fugia para o quintal da vizinha, Bina, para comer o milho que esta lhe dava. Certo dia, a galinha pôs o ovo no quintal da Bina e começou a desavença entre as duas vizinhas por causa do ovo da galinha Cabíri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Beto era filho da Zefa e sabia imitar os sons dos animais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para tentar resolver a questão “de quem era o ovo?”, veio a Vavó que decidiu ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; com o ovo, mas as vizinhas não deixaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Veio o Sô Zé, o dono da mercearia, para tentar resolver o assunto, como a Bina não tinha pago o milho, o ovo não seria dela. As vizinhas não permitiram que o Sô Zé levasse o ovo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chegou entertanto o Sô Vitalino, que era o dono da Cubata. Ele queria ficar com o ovo, justificando que era ele o dono do bairro. Também ele não conseguia levar o ovo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Veio o Senhor Leis, com um livro enorme, com as leis do bairro, e dizia que as vizinhas tinham que ter provas e s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;em provas não havia justiça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entretanto chegou o Senhor Polícia para desvendar o mistério da dona do ovo. As vizinhas começaram a correr uma atrás da outra e a polícia atrás delas. O polícia apreende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;u a galinha e levou-a para a esquadra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Com uma artimanha do Beto, que imitou a voz do galo, conseguiu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que a galinha voltasse para o telhado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da Zefa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzqcQh4x7KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZyENGqiWc_w/s1600-h/DSC09696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzqcQh4x7KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZyENGqiWc_w/s200/DSC09696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420816909282176162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como a Bina estava grávida e dizia que o be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bé que esta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;va na sua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barriga tinha um desejo que era comer o ovo, a Zefa ofereceu-lhe o ovo da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;galinha Cabíri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A paz voltou ao musseque Sambizanga."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O autor desta estória é Luandino Vieira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esta foi a nossa apre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ciação da história:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial Narrow,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gostámos muito dos cenários e dos adereços usado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial Narrow,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s pelos acto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial Narrow,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;res, da forma como estes actuaram e, no geral, do contexto da apresentação. Achámos interessante a forma de linguagem usa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial Narrow,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;da.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0paGEm_aEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FoDvtdxWBRI/s1600-h/Scanned+Document-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0paGEm_aEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FoDvtdxWBRI/s200/Scanned+Document-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425247761484179522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0pZwEiZfsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Qk8WA-CbYNg/s1600-h/Scanned+Document-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0pZwEiZfsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Qk8WA-CbYNg/s200/Scanned+Document-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425247383507795650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div_prefs id="div_prefs"&gt;&lt;/div_prefs&gt;&lt;div_prefs id="div_prefs"&gt;&lt;/div_prefs&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-7773883978231442819?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7773883978231442819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/estoria-da-galinha-e-do-ovo_29.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/7773883978231442819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/7773883978231442819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/estoria-da-galinha-e-do-ovo_29.html' title='Estória da galinha e do ovo'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/Szqc0kKZf1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cm78Pz4HZsc/s72-c/DSC09695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-3313000779518956191</id><published>2009-12-29T23:39:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:07:18.048Z</updated><title type='text'>Visita à BE/CRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzvqSaaAtbI/AAAAAAAAABM/ds6I3Y5RsgE/s1600-h/Acr%C3%B3stico.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzvqSaaAtbI/AAAAAAAAABM/ds6I3Y5RsgE/s200/Acr%C3%B3stico.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421184178517489074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No dia 26 de Outubro comemora-se o Dia Mundial das Bibliotecas. Neste dia, durante a manhã, visitámos a BE/CRE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Biblioteca Escolar/Centro de Recursos Educativos)&lt;/span&gt; e ficámos a conhecer os diferentes espaços que dela fazem parte (lazer, exposições, leitura, trabalho e pesquisa) e as suas regras. Participámos num jogo de caça ao tesouro, ouvimos a história do Soldado João e, finalmente, requisitámos alguns livros.&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Também vimos os vários acrósticos a partir das palavras BIBLIOTECA ESCOLAR. Esta foto mostra o acróstico que fizemos na nossa escola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gostámos deste espaço e queremos lá voltar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div_prefs id="div_prefs"&gt;&lt;/div_prefs&gt;&lt;div_prefs id="div_prefs"&gt;&lt;/div_prefs&gt;&lt;div_prefs id="div_prefs"&gt;&lt;/div_prefs&gt;&lt;div_prefs id="div_prefs"&gt;&lt;/div_prefs&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-3313000779518956191?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3313000779518956191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/visita-becre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/3313000779518956191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/3313000779518956191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/visita-becre.html' title='Visita à BE/CRE'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/SzvqSaaAtbI/AAAAAAAAABM/ds6I3Y5RsgE/s72-c/Acr%C3%B3stico.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-7930465614310035840</id><published>2009-12-29T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:38:15.432Z</updated><title type='text'>Vamos ajudar as crianças de Timor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao longo do mês de Outubro de 2009, participámos numa acção de solidariedade organizada pela PSP, recolhendo roupas, brinquedos e livros para as crianças de Timor. Com a ajuda dos nossos pais, participámos nesta iniciativa pois gostamos de ajudar quem mais necessita.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Foi uma alegria poder ajudar aqueles meninos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-7930465614310035840?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7930465614310035840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/vamos-ajudar-as-criancas-de-timor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/7930465614310035840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/7930465614310035840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/vamos-ajudar-as-criancas-de-timor.html' title='Vamos ajudar as crianças de Timor!'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-1893808991064842919</id><published>2009-12-29T23:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:36:03.954Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial dos Correios - 9 de Outubro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para celebrar este dia, a Biblioteca Escolar do Agrupamento de Escolas de Estremoz lançou um desafio a todos os alunos deste agrupamento – escrever uma carta. Nós aderimos e escrevemos a familiares e amigos.  Tivemos a oportunidade de recordar a importância dos meios de comunicação pessoal. Relembrámos as regras para a escrita de uma carta e preenchimento do envelope, sendo este um meio de comunicação pouco usado nos dias de hoje. Colocámos todas as nossas cartas numa caixa de correio que estava na E.B. 2,3 Sebastião da Gama.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Foi uma actividade diferente pois nunca tinha escrito uma carta!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-1893808991064842919?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1893808991064842919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/dia-mundial-dos-correios-9-de-outubro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/1893808991064842919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/1893808991064842919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/dia-mundial-dos-correios-9-de-outubro.html' title='Dia Mundial dos Correios - 9 de Outubro'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615262214661774457.post-1570563000245689094</id><published>2009-12-29T23:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:54:48.557Z</updated><title type='text'>"Jogar pelo futuro"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0O1EvHHGeI/AAAAAAAAACk/uw2d54F-5oY/s1600-h/DSC01079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0O1EvHHGeI/AAAAAAAAACk/uw2d54F-5oY/s200/DSC01079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423377469254605282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No dia 15 de Setembro de 2009 participámos no primeiro encontro &lt;em&gt;Jogar pelo futuro&lt;/em&gt; que se realizou no Estádio Municipal Dr. José Gomes Palmeiro da Costa em Estremoz. Neste encontro participaram todos os alunos do 1º Ciclo do concelho de Estremoz e realizámos diferentes actividades (futebol, estafetas, percursos, …).&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Foi uma actividade muito divertida!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div_prefs id="div_prefs"&gt;&lt;/div_prefs&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7615262214661774457-1570563000245689094?l=eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1570563000245689094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/jogar-pelo-futuro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/1570563000245689094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7615262214661774457/posts/default/1570563000245689094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1caldeiro-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/jogar-pelo-futuro.html' title='&quot;Jogar pelo futuro&quot;'/><author><name>TURMA A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08470968537406203809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k95hzqnl9NQ/S0O1EvHHGeI/AAAAAAAAACk/uw2d54F-5oY/s72-c/DSC01079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
