No Brasil, professor é o profissional que ministra aulas ou cursos em todos os níveis educacionais, a saber: Educação infantil, Educação fundamental, Ensino médio e superior, além do Ensino profissionalizante e técnico. Em 15 de Outubro se comemora o Dia do Professor. É uma das profissões mais antigas e mais importantes, tendo em vista que as demais, em sua maioria, dependem dela. Nas séries iniciais da escolarização, temos uma porcentagem elevada de mulheres exercendo a função; no Brasil, com o passar dos níveis escolares, vemos a inversão dos percentuais em favor dos homens.
Platão, na República já alertava da importância do papel do professor na formação do cidadão.

Fonte: http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Professor

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PHILOSOPHY SHOULD LEAD SCIENCE

PHOTOSYNTHESIS

 Any high school student will tell you that leaves of plants use carbon dioxide of the atmosphere and water absorbed by the roots to make starch in the presence of sunlight for use by the cells of plants. As a layman, certain doubts arose in my mind which I discussed with senior students and a professor in university. I should confess, instead of clearing my mind, it only helped to confirm my thesis that every cell in the plant (except dead cells !) re-uses the CO₂ and H₂0 , released during respiration, for synthesizing starch. This is purely a philosophical conclusion,as I lost touch with the world of science in March 1957 after B.Sc. examination.I shall enumerate some of my points :

1)      The extremely tender, minute root tips are always growing and require continuous supply of starch.In very tall trees,the distance from top leaves to the root tips may be as much as 300 metres.There is no proper mechanism for transport of starch over such distance,unless we can locate different channels for upward movement of water and downward movement of starch in dissolved form, right from root tip to leaf tip and back. Xylem and phloem tissues are mentioned as responsible for this movement,but in trees like teak, jackwood etc all tissues inside the bark except perhaps a thin  layer of cortex, are absolutely dead and impervious to water, being filled with wood oil and compressed by the weight of the trunk. That is why we are able to make furniture,boats,ships etc with wood. Actually, the clever tree is making use of the dead cells as a skeleton-like support for its branches and leaves ,the latter being mercilessly dropped after making use of them!

2)      In Silent Valley in Kerala, I was shown a very tall tree, hollow inside, with two convenient natural holes, one at the bottom and the other at the top. We can see the sky, looking up from the bottom hole! The tree is alive. How is water and starch transported when xylem and phloem are absent?  

3)      In Australia, ring cutting was extensively resorted to, for felling trees. The bark and a small part of cortex was removed by making an eight inch deep cutting round the trunk at the bottom. After about six months, the tree falls down dead. This clearly proves that the outermost live cells are responsible for water transport.

4)      We plant rose cuttings. The cells on one end develop into a shoot and cells on the other side produce roots .Plant cells are remarkably versatile.Every cell can split and produce all chemicals required for making a duplicate cell . It is impossible to believe that a root cell will wait for starch to come from leaves, when raw materials are available as a result of its own respiration, and it has the necessary technical know-how for making even complicated proteins. Do we not re-use waste in a space station? Are we cleverer than plants?

5)      There is no way for a plant cell , except in the leaves, to get rid of CO₂ produced during respiration. When I, earlier, circulated my doubts in this regard, via email,I got only one response .The botanist had only one word-‘diffusion’ to desciribe the process. In the humans, is it enough if we just say ‘respiration’? We study all detailed mechanism in human physiology. In the same way, should we not describe the method used by plants to obtain oxygen and get rid of CO₂? The professor also said the same thing.As adjoining cells are also producing CO₂, how is diffusion possible?The area surrounding the roots will become saturated with CO₂.The root will die. The conclusion is inescapable: cells are recycling water and CO₂ produced during respiration.

6)      When mango fruits are produced in bulk during the season,the number of leaves are actually curtailed! Will farmers curtail production of food grains when it is required in bulk? Laburnum tree becomes almost yellow with flowers in the season, leaves hardly visible. How is starch produced when leaves are reduced?

7)      Bamboo, papaya tree etc are hollow,in the case of the former, there are segments,each one a waterproof compartment . Coconut tree mysteriously carries gallons of water to make toddy. If you cut the tree, not a trace of water is found. Are trees using nano technology?

8)      In my view,the main function of leaves is to pump water up for which lot of energy is required.Naturally,they make large quantities of starch which attracted the attention of botanists who hastily came to the conclusion that only leaves are concerned in this process.

9)      Maximum number of fish thrive in the deep oceans eating planktons which make starch in strata which receive practically no sunlight.

In view of the above, I feel more research is needed before we come to a firm concusion about the mechanism for production of starch and its transportation.

Today, institutions like NASA have all the technical capabilities to study this issue which should not be left to the comparatively ill equipped botanists.

Ferramentas ‹ Professora Ilda — WordPress.

Dress codes, in the MBA context, have three different basic levels: Business Formal, Business Casual, and Casual. Further, each of these basic levels has its own sub levels. Business Formal is a business suit worn with a tie; such attire is used for formal business meetings like job interviews. Business Casual means trousers and a long sleeve collared shirt, such attire is used for company receptions, presentations, and coffee chats. Lastly, Casual attire allows wearing jeans and a non collared shirt; such attire is used for casual Fridays in corporate America.

Business formal is pretty strait forward. Nevertheless, in case you interview for a customer facing role, take notice not to come with a cheap suit. You might not tell the difference, however, the interviewer probably will. Business Casual is more a more flexible style; it can be worn with a jacket or a sweater on top of the shirt, while some even wear the Business suit without a tie. If you choose to dress Casual, please differ it from street wear that includes shorts, sandals, and a non sleeved shirt.

Email codes have similar basic levels like dress codes. In business formal emails you will address John Smith as Dear John, and sign the email with “Sincerely”. In business casual emails, you will address John as John and sign the email with “Regards” or some variation of it, such as Best Regards or Kind Regards. Lastly in a Casual correspondence you will address John with Hi John, and sign with a conservative “Thank you” or with a friendlier signature such as: “I hope it helps” or Feel free to contact me with any questions”. There is an exception when addressing a person with an official title such as a Professor or Dean. In such a case you are expected to address him as Professor Smith in addition to the mentioned above codes.

Business formal correspondence is usually used to cold reach out a person, or in the first time you contact a person in writing. Usually, the response would determine the communication style. Business casual style is used in a regular business correspondence in which there is no business friendship between the two sides. Lastly, the casual style is used between business colleagues that established a social business relationship (Business friends).
Email has its equivalent for street wear, which is a personal addressing. If John is a personal friend, you could address him with Hey John and sign it as you please.

Dave is a CEO of an Internet startup that failed to get funding, and he’s got to find something else to do. But he’s so focused on his failure that he’s having a hard time seeing what talents and skills he could leverage. Something invisible but crucial is standing in his way — his mental model. Let me explain what I mean.

Carol Dweck is a professor of psychology at Stanford who studies why some people succeed and others fail. What she’s discovered : At a young age, people develop beliefs that organize their world and give meaning to their experiences. These mental models determine the goals we pursue and the ways we go about achieving them.

1. Fixed mind-set
Intelligence is static and leads to a desire to look smart and therefore a tendency to:

• Avoid challenges
• Give up easily when faced with an obstacle
• See effort as fruitless or worse
• Ignore useful negative criticism
• Feel threatened by the success of others

As a result, may plateau early and achieve less than full potential

2. Growth mind-set
Intelligence can be developed and leads to a desire to learn and therefore a tendency to:

• Embrace challenges
• Persist in the face of setbacks
• See effort as a path to mastery
• Learn from criticism
• Find lessons and inspiration in the success of others

As a result, reach ever-higher levels of achievement

When someone like Dave, with a fixed mind-set, fails at something, they believe the situation is out of their control and nothing can be done.

They lose faith in their ability to perform. They shrink previous successes and inflate failures. They give up.

Those with a growth orientation do not see failure as an indictment of their capacity. For those folks, a problem is just an opportunity to learn new things. Their attention is on finding strategies for learning. When they blow it or meet an obstacle, they realize that they just haven’t found the right strategy yet. They dig in and make optimistic predictions: “The harder it gets, the harder I need to try. I need to remember what I already know about this. I’ll get this soon.”

Two questions can determine failure or success

These mind-sets can powerfully affect our career trajectories. One of Dweck’s research studies was with Chinese students in Hong Kong who were given the opportunity to learn English, which in the long run would increase their ability to get good jobs. The students with the fixed mind-set turned down the opportunity because they knew it was hard. But the students with the growth mind-set said, “ Sure, I’ll do it; e ven if I don’t do well, I’ll grow my capacity.”

She also discovered that extremely highly paid athletes with a fixed mind-set often don’t do well on a team. They decide they don’t need to practice because they are so good, and they flame out.

Want further proof that success comes from accepting that you will make mistakes and you have the ability to learn from them?

Would-be neurosurgeons were studied to determine who would succeed and who would fail. The researcher discovered that the answer came down to how they responded to the following two questions:

1. Do you ever make mistakes?
2. If so, what is the worst mistake you ever made?

Those who flunked out claimed never to make mistakes or attributed any error to things beyond their control. Successful neurosurgical students admitted to many mistakes and described what they had learned about avoiding them in the future.

Dweck’s research offers powerful evidence that when it comes to moving through the challenges of a job search and career change, we need a growth mind-set. When we see our minds as capable of learning and life as a chance to grow, then everything we do is grist for the mill. We don’t give up when we experience setbacks but learn what we can from the experience and begin again, wiser.

Your attention is focused on the question, “ How can I use the constraints and challenges I’m facing to grow my own capacity?”

Where do these orientations come from? It turns out that it has to do with whether you think intelligence is fixed — you’re born as smart as you’ll ever be — or changeable — you can get smarter throughout life. When provided with evidence that the brain can grow new pathways, fixed-oriented freshman college students on the verge of dropping out switched to a growth orientation and graduated.

What about you?

In working with hundreds of executives, I’ve found that many of us have a growth orientation in some of these attributes and not in others. Each person is different based on his early history. For instance, I’ve got no trouble with the first three or the last one. I’m still working on seeing mistakes as learning opportunities. There continues to be a voice of perfectionism inside me that panics when I find I’ve made an error, although it’s much softer than it used to be. And I still have trouble seeking out feedback because I’m afraid it will be negative. But I’m working on it! I’ve gotten much better at feeling the discomfort and asking for input anyway.

Looking at the list, is your mind-set a growth or fixed one? Which of these are easy? Difficult? Try to notice without beating yourself up. That just interferes with a growth mind-set because it reinforces the belief that you should know everything already.

After all, even know-it-alls don’t know it all. And accepting this premise is the key to success.

I had a horrible client the other day that made me feel so incredibly uncomfortable the whole time. I knew there was something wrong with the whole situation, but I thought I might have been only paranoid. When I went to the hotel, he gave me the money and I went to the loo and counted it as usual. The money he gave me was enough for one hour. Fine with me. So I showered and went back outside and we spent about 40 minutes talking and drinking wine and watching the news together. He said he didnt have much time to just relax. After this, we went to take a shower and said ‘First, I’ll massage you, then you can massage me and we can take it from there.’ I looked at the time and told him that it was nearly 8pm. He said that it was only half past, and it was fine. I shrugged and thought that maybe he just wanted something quick. No problem. So I got out my apricot massage oil and let him do what he pleased. During which time, my alarm went off telling me it was time. I told him this and he said that he had paid for two hours. ‘No’ I insisted, ‘You had paid for only one, here is the money, you can re-count it if you want.’ he then told me that I said the price was negotiable and that I would accept two hours for half price. This was the most preposterous thing I have ever heard. Why on earth would I do this for half price for him just because he can’t afford the full price? If you can’t afford it, then go to someone who costs less! I am worth more than that, thank you! ‘I pay for this room, I get drinks, we talk and have a good time and this is how you treat me? You can at least just massage it for me to get me off.’ I told him that I was already on overtime just being there. ‘But I paid you for two hours! This is very bad behaviour’ Yes, well, it is not my fault you don’t understand how this works, you couldn’t pay me correctly, or that you have bad time management skills. I grabbed all of my clothes and ran into the bathroom I was a bit nervous because he was getting really angry. I left my phone and massage oil out in the room though and I panicked a bit that he would take it as hostage until I gave him what he wanted. Thankfully, he didnt.

On the other hand, I had a pretty nice client in High Wycombe last night. An economics professor at a nice university in London. It was great for the both of us because we could do a bit of role-playing. ‘I am going to teach you how to bend over and take it… It is very important for your career to know how to do this.’ ‘Oh yes, sir. Will I get extra credit for studying how to suck your hard cock?’ etc etc. hahaha. You know I love it.

Last night, we also had Thanksgiving dinner. It was a really nice meal and E worked so hard on it after not sleeping for three days and still a bit high from all the drugs she had taken the night before. Bless her heart. I also took the time to thank everyone at the house for letting me stay and some of them seemed to forgive me, except for S. But she always seemed to cold to me that I really wasn’t bothered to be honest. She drunkenly even said ‘I waited two days for that!’, which i could only assume was what I said as I had been out of the house for two days at that point. Whatever S, you weren’t even meant to be living there in the first place, so piss off!

Today, we spent almost all day working on the squat. Cleaning the front mostly as it was desperately needing it. A lot of neighbours were definitely interested with our activity. A lot of mixed messages. I took to going up to them and asking how they were and if they needed anything. They mostly wanted to know what we were doing exactly and what kind of people we were. They also told us a lot of the stories they had about the place. We met a few of the old workers who told us what had happened. They seemed to dearly love the owner who had died, so we are keeping a table he had bought just before he died, and there was a plaque one of the workers had made we want to keep. I also decided to keep bits of the old decor within my room as to commemorate the glory the place once was. Tomorrow, we meet with the neighbors officially to try to get them on our side.

A professor at UC (San Diego) digs in trash to retrieve food.

Deciding to get a Masters was somewhat of a no-brainer for me. I’ve always been a huge proponent of higher education and I find being in a university environment incredibly stimulating (lots of very active brain waves floating around). The fact that I am getting my Masters in the UK, where the program is only a year and the fees are relatively comparable to a US Masters (even including the costs of London living!) is icing on the proverbial cake. Getting a PhD (or DrPH) though… well, that’s not quite as simple. As I look to the end of this year and try to figure out what I where I want to be after graduating, the picture in my head begins to get a bit fuzzy. Although I love development studies and the idea of working in the field, I don’t know that I can temper development work with family life. In fact, I am almost positive that the concept of normal life is the antithesis to that of international development (think: being stationed in Yemen for a two-year stint, followed by a few months in DC, followed by a 6 month consultation in Bolivia, etc.). That being said, I’m signing up to take the Foreign Service exam in the spring to hopefully open up some options (fortunately I don’t have to fly to the US to take the exam — American citizens can take it at the embassy). Plus, I have been looking at other institutions to move towards a PhD.

Now, here’s the thing with a PhD (this is partly me thinking via blog and partially wanting feedback from anyone who’s been in this position or has any brilliant insight): PhD’s are intense. In many ways, actually.

They’re time-intensive. Typically 3- 5 years; 2 years of coursework + 1 – 3 years of field work to put together a 75,000 – 100,000 word dissertation to submit and orally defend.

They’re expensive. I think that might go without saying, but expenses incurred through higher education are not for the faint of heart. Grad school is expensive. Fortunately, in the PhD world there are a number of schools that have really great financial aid packages for research students (full coverage of tuition + stipends, etc.) if you’re qualified. I have a friend working on a PhD who is teaching undergrad courses at the university in exchange for full tuition + a $26,000 stipend. Depending on your research proposal, some organizations will even step in to subsidize or cover educational expenses.

The application process is rigorous. I’m at the point where getting in isn’t the part that scares me (although that is scary, of course); the application alone is frightening. I don’t know if you have seen the process for applying for a doctoral program but it goes something like this: standard application packet (name + stats), CV including work experience, education and publications, three (3) letters of recommendations from professors that are familiar with your ability to be a quality researcher, a research proposal, wherein your dissertation topic is generally outlined including the research question and methodology and identification of an academic at the institution that would act as your tutor/advisor. Honestly, getting everything together to apply would probably take me a year! Plus, the part about publications? Can you say intimidating?!

PhD + Family? Not so likely. Not sure that you can actually work on a PhD and be a normal human being. And by that, I mean, I’m not sure that you can be 100% committed to your research work if you have a family, housework, normal real-life responsibilities looming. Dose of reality: Inevitably, one has to take precedence and if you’re paying loads of money and spending tons of time working on a doctorate, that will likely come first. If it doesn’t, your PhD will probably not get done in 4 -5 years. A book on my reading list? Mama, PhD, a piece about juggling motherhood with academia.

Long-term Relocation. PhD programmes don’t take many students, typically. Some schools take 2-4 for a given program, some take 15, but normally there aren’t a load of kids working on a doctoral degree in any given year since there is such a strong bond between advisor and advisee. This is very different from a taught Masters programme, where MSc candidates run wild. It would be ludicrous to think an advisor could work with 20 PhD students and help them in the way that they needed. That being said, for me to say that I wanted to get my doctorate in California and that I would only apply to California programs would be incredibly limiting. It is more advantageous to look across the nation (and the world, for that matter) and see what institutions have strong programs in the discipline and apply to programs where you feel a connection with the school, the potential advisor and the general campus and city life (since you’d be living there for a while!) If I got into a school in New York, I would probably go there, despite the fact that it’s not close to my family… makes for some interesting decisions when the discussion of being away from your family, relationships and friends involves talking about long-term versus one year.

Despite all the cons, I’ve always loved school (a fact to which my first-grade teachers can attest) and I can’t really see myself being done after this year. I will definitely need to take a break for a couple of years to put my Masters to work (to gain some more relevant/international experience) and to make sure that four more years of school is what I really want, but I definitely see a PhD (or DrPH) in my future.

Sending brainwaves your way,

I’m standing in Barnes and Noble on 5^th Avenue, it’a lunch time, and I’m joined  by a throng (what is a “throng” by the way?) of people pouring over books for holiday gifts, romance novels and even a bunch of geeky looking guys, separate from the throng, who are  salivating over books about computers.

But I refuse to let myself be distracted by any of them because I’m searching the shelves for something much more important.

A way to get rich.

A friend mentioned a book called “Think and Grow Rich” and she’d just finished a chapter about how people seem to triumph after their darkest hour.

This brought two immediate thoughts to mind.  One, if thinking is required, I’m screwed.  And two, since I haven’t triumphed yet, does that mean I have even darker hours ahead?   Oh God, please say “no.”

Nevertheless, since I wasn’t making any headway playing Lotto, Lucky 7s or Mega Million, I thought I would give her book a try.   But as I stood in the Money and Finance section of the store, I found myself distracted.

For two good reasons.

First, I had already seen enough dark hours in my life to last a lifetime, and  didn’t really want to face anymore.  I just wanted to be left alone, live one day at a time, try to do the right thing and enjoy my simple life.

And second, I’m a dreamer.

People have always accused me of that each time I thought I’d come up with a good idea, or tried to express myself creatively.  And over the years, I came to believe they were right.

I thought back to my  teenage years when I wrote songs.   People who heard me play, and heard my songs, loved them.  Not just my friends, but strangers.  And for years, I recorded those songs, and took them to every record label in the world where they were rejected.  And I would try again.  I’d work several jobs, write more songs, do a better job of recording them, only to face more rejection.  From Los Angeles, to London, to Nashville to New York, year after year only to have everything that came from my heart be rebuffed.

In fact most of the people who were even nice enough to listen, would hand them back and look at me with something akin to pity, before they sent me on my way.   All I knew was that people liked my songs, except for the people who had the power to record them.

Years later I tried one more time.  A man heard me play an original song at a party, he cried, and told me it was a beautiful song, He wanted to give it to a friend who was the president of a major record label.  He did, and of course the song was dismissed immediately.  When I heard the news, I just stared at the man and I thought to myself,

“They were right.  I’m nothing but a dreamer.”

After I left that business in my early 30’s I began writing; articles, stories, poems, and mainly commentary about the things I noticed in life.  A professor of an advanced writing course at NYU said,

“You are a great writer.  You really have a talent.”

And another professor said,

“I feel every scenario you write about.  Your words are so descriptive, I could even smell the fragrance of the bread in the scene you wrote about your childhood.  You really write with great emotion and empathy.”

And for years I wrote and wrote, and was declined by magazine after magazine, by newspapers and book publishers.

Finally, one year,  after my writing days were basically over, I wrote a story for someone I loved, and wrote it in the format of a children’s story.  To my chagrin, everyone who read it, loved it.  And I thought, uh oh, here I go again.  And I was right, every publisher who read it declined it.   And when I asked people for help, most didn’t even respond.   I was told I needed a network.  That successful people know other successful people.  Kind of like the rich get richer.

But I was a kid from the south side of Chicago.  I didn’t have a network.  I went to a neighborhood grade school, like thousands of others in Chicago.  I didn’t go to a prep school, an Ivy League school, a Big 10 school, or any university where networking was part of the curriculum.  I went to a local junior college  made out of temporary metal buildings erected in an flat, open corn field in the middle of Illinois.   And I had been told for most of my life that I was only really good at one thing.  And that was being

Nothing but a dreamer.

Even in relationships, I have faced the same thing  One woman after another would think I was the nicest, most decent man they had every met.  But there was always a flaw, or a comment I’d make, or the lack of money, or class, or status, or distance, or something I would do.  And sooner rather than later I was spurned by them as well.   And like the music people and the publishers, I would never hear another word from them again.

Who knows why all of this happened.  Who knows why so many people could appreciate the talent, the heart and the decency, and how the only thing they could say was,

“I’m sorry, you’re not good enough.”

So, on that particular day, I stood at Barnes and Noble, surrounded by the “throng,” now half heartedly looking at books on how to be successful.  I remembered all of the record companies and publishers.  I remembered all the people who would sit at the piano bars and say “God those are great songs.”  I remembered all the people who read my writing and said, “you really have a talent.”

But most of all,  I stood looking at those hundreds of books all promising success, and I remembered the rejection.  All of it.

I smiled a sad smile, but also realized that I have been successful in other areas of my life, which to me are more important than who you know or how much money you have.  I have good friends.  People know they can count on me.  I’m honest, loving, faithful, meet all my commitments, love my boys, and do my best to help people when they need it the most.

But on that day I turned my back, and slowly walked out of the store, empty-handed.  I walked down 5th Avenue to my office where I had work to do that would pay my bills and keep me busy.  I thought to myself, accept the life you have today, continue to be decent, and try to treat other with kindness, respect, and affection.  But I couldn’t help thinking,

“A book on how to think and get rich?  What was I thinking?”

“I’m nothing but a dreamer.”

Kabayan dan profesor duduk berhadapan di kereta api yang membawa mereka dari Bandung ke Jakarta. Mereka belum pernah bertemu sebelumnya, itulah sebabnya sepanjang perjalanan mereka tidak saling bercakap-cakap.

Untuk mengusir kebosanan, profesor menawarkan sesuatu pada Kabayan, “Hai Kabayan, bagaimana kalau kita main tebak-tebakan?”

Kabayan diam saja sambil menatap pemandangan di luar jendela kereta. Hal ini membuat Profesor menjadi gusar. Katanya, “Kabayan, ayo kita main tebak-tebakan!

Aku akan mengajukan pertanyaan untuk kau tebak. Kalau kau tak bisa menjawabnya, kau harus membayarku Rp.5.000, Tetapi kalau kau bisa
menjawabnya, aku bayar kau Rp. 50.000.

Kabayan mulai tertarik dengan tawaran itu.

Profesor melanjutkan, “Kemudian, kau ajukan pertanyaan padaku. Kalau aku bisa menjawabnya, cukup kau bayar aku Rp. 5.000. Tapi kalau aku tak bisa menjawabnya, aku bayar kau Rp. 50.000, Bagaimana?”

Mata Kabayan berbinar-binar. Katanya, “Baik kalau begitu. Sekarang ajukan pertanyaanmu.”

“Ok,”sahut profesor dengan cepat. “Pertanyaanku, berapa jarak yang tepat antara bumi dan bulan?”

Kabayan tersenyum karena tak tahu apa jawabannya. Ia langsung merogoh sakunya dan menyerahkan Rp. 5.000,pada profesor. Dengan gembira Profesor menerima uang itu, “Nah, sekarang giliranmu.”

Kabayan berpikir sejenak, lalu bertanya, “Binatang apa yang sewaktu mendaki gunung berkaki dua. Tapi sewaktu turun gunung berkaki empat?”

Profesor lalu berpikir keras mencari jawabannya. Ia melakukan coret-coretan perhitungan dengan kalkulatornya. Kemudian ia mengeluarkan laptop, menghubungkannya dengan internet dan melakukan pencarian di berbagai situs ensiklopedi. Beberapa lama, profesor itu mencoba. Akhirnya ia menyerah.

Sambil bersungut-sungut ia memberi uang Rp. 50.000 pada Kabayan yang menerimanya dengan hati senang.

“Hai, tunggu dulu!” profesor itu berteriak. “Aku tidak terima. Apa jawaban atas pertanyaanmu tadi?”

Si Kabayan tersenyum pada profesor. Dengan santai ia merogoh saku celananya dan menyerahkan Rp.5.000,- pada profesor.

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Jangan menganggap orang lain tidak tahu apa yang kita ketahui, karena seringkali di balik ketidaktahuannya mereka mengetahui apa yang tidak kita ketahui.

Galera, tenho que confessar: ando insuportavelmente insuportável!

Senhor, eu ando com um mau humor desgraçado! Não sei se é o fim do ano, as incertezas em relação à vida (rsrsrsrs) ou sei lá o quê. Só sei que ando mau humorada! Deve ser a brusca queda dos hormônios TSH, FH, estrógeno e progesterona também… kkkkkkk!

A semana já começou pessimamente mal quando por acidente, eu, ao invés de formatar meu pen-drive, formatei meu iPod!!!!!!! Eu quase me chutei nessa hora. Se meus pés alcançassem minha bunda, com certeza teria feito isso. MANO de DEUS que ódio! Se tivesse uma arma, também teria me dado um tiro! rsrsrssrsrs Não sei nem qual era minha vontade nesse momento… passar novamente mais de 2000 músicas, caçar capinhas, organizar em álbuns… um verdadeiro teste de paciência, considerando que a minha anda extremamente curta esses dias!

Segunda-feira, fui para a faculdade e tive que passar a semana inteira lá, coisa que não fazia desde de dezembro do ano passado, então imagine meu humor em relação à isso. Cheguei lá às 10:30 e começamos a fazer trabalho, que aliás, não rendeu, então fizemos uma carioquinha (tínhamos que apresentá-lo às 15hs). Apresentamos para a professora da disciplina por causa do diretor arcaico da nossa escola. Então, imaginem fazer um relatório sobre uma aula que a gente não deu… imaginou? Pois é, lixo!

Passada a segunda, veio a terça.

Fora 11 aulas, 10 horas (das 7hs às 17:20hs), 8 salas diferentes, mais de 320 alunos diferentes, 351472259502 de gritos ou pessoas falando ao mesmo tempo, 12 cadeiras chutadas, 5 brigas, 20 minutos de almoço e 2 professoras completamente desinteressadas no ensino.

Animador, não!?

Eu só sei que eu vi um quadro completamente desestimulante. Eu sabia que dar aulas no estado não seria fácil, mas pelamordedeus, aquilo é o caos na Terra. Por que os alunos gritam tanto?! Mas o que mais me desagradou foi saber que Ciências/Biologia é obrigação e não há uma forma de torná-la mais interessante a ponto de ser relevante aos alunos porque eles estão lá por obrigação. Eu ouvi dos próprios alunos algo como: “estudar para quê? Você não vai ser nada na vida mesmo” *bege*.

Voltei arrassada, cansada, triste e provavelmente mais surda. O lado bom do estágio? Como a professoras não davam aula, aproveitei e li 11 capítulos de Lua Nova, ou seja, vou conseguir ver o filme depois de ler o livro. Impolgou? Não. Mas descobri que sou do Team Jacob! Pro inferno, Edward! rsrsrsrsrs *brincadeira*

Ah, sim, a única coisa boa do dia foi ir comer lanche com minhas amyghas! Mas perdi Esquadrão da Moda de novo!

Quarta… foi o PEOR dia. Por quê!? Não tinha absolutamente NADA para eu fazer além de estudar para prova de parasitologia. Eu fiquei completamente entediada naquele apartamento que é o verdadeiro inferno na Terra (moramos no último andar e bate sol em todos os lados do apartamente + teto = inferno). Estudei? Não! Vi Sessão da Tarde (um filme tosquíssimo com Ashton Kutcher, aliás, o difícil é filme bom com ele).

Ontem, foi a prova. Não estava difícil, puro decoreba, como 90% das coisas na Biologia (e sim, para mim, grande parteda Biologia é decoreba). Fui tentar fazer a droga da ficha catalográfica para o TCC, mas naquela biblioteca de me***, tudo tem que ser com hora marcada (e o povo NUNCA está trabalhando efetivamente). Ódio! Voltei para casa, descansei um pouco, fui para o alemão, voltei, estudei coisa de 30 minutos e fui dar aula no cursinho.

A aula foi OK (tinha uns 20 alunos), foi sobre sistema endócrino. Mas eu fiquei tão, tão triste quando tive que me despedir de um dos alunos que não virá mais. Ele vai prestar as provas no Sul agora, então só vai voltar quando o cursinho acabar. Semana que vem é minha última aula. Eu vou sentir falta desse pessoal! A gente se apega, né? Não sei nem como vai ser na semana que vem…

Na quinta à noite, eu estava um verdadeiro bagaço.

Arrumei algumas de minhas coisas para trazer de volta – entregaremos o apartamente no sábado que vem. Tinha tanto lixo, separei também um material para doar para os bixos. Ficou pouca coisa, mas tem os móveis, né? rsrsrsrs Quero ver descer com tudo aquilo (são três andares)! Sábado que vem vai ser punk, muito punk!

Hoje, cheguei em casa de mau humor (para variar). Fui assitir o Tim All Star pela ESPN e, claro, decepção. À me*** aquela transmissão. Já tinha reparado nisso no jogo da semana passada, mas não achei que eles tivessem a cara de pau de cortar lances do Jogo das Estrelas (que escolha de nome)! Achei que Lasko tiraria meu mau humor, como de fato tirou, mas acontece que o sinal da Sky é uma me*** (como tudo nessa semana) e bateu vento, fica fora do ar. SIM, ela saiu do ar no 3º set e só voltou no finzinho do 4º! Raiva mor! E eu estava gravando!

Eu também babaria, bambina!

Se liga na menina fixada no Lasko, rsrsrsrsrs! Não concordo com mocinhas no meio de um bando de marmanjos, ainda mais assim “dunayedi” e considerando que é um momento para o técnico, a comissão e o time, mas se eu fosse a garota, também desfrutaria do momento e não tiraria os olhos do Lasko ou do Cernic, bem à frente dela. SOR-TU-DA!

E comentarista da ESPN que eu desconheço o nome (não é o Maurício Jau): não culpe o belo e maravilhoso  (hunf, tietes…, rsrsrsrsrs) Lasko por todo um time ruim! Se Lasko riu na hora em que não alcançou a bola foi porque ela era inalcançável, o que eu considero altamente normal se acontecesse com qualquer outro jogador em qualquer outro momento do jogo. Queria que ele fosse um X-men e ultrapassasse o poste?! Lasko fez o que pôde e fez um maravilhoso 1º set! No 2º, o rendimento dele não foi o único a cair (obviamente como resultado de TODO um time ruim)… Sintini como levantador!? Por favor…

Ai, galera, desculpe o desabafo e post longo, mas é que essa semana foi o cão (que botou pra nóis bebê, kkkkkk)! Espero que o mau humor passe no final de semana! Quero um cinema!!!

Quatro anos é muito tempo quando se fala em amizade, quando se quer tornar um profissional verdadeiro e capacitado. Quatro anos não são quatro dias quando se fala em construir sonhos profissionais e contatos importantes para toda a vida. Estou falando sobre faculdade.
Nesses quatro anos pude conhecer pessoas incríveis e que me fizeram crescer tanto no lado profissional quanto pessoal, independente de terem marcado ou não capítulos da minha vida.
Existiram pessoas que, logo no primeiro dia de faculdade, já se aproximaram de mim. Uma amizade se manteve apesar de não ter continuado a faculdade por questões financeiras, outra se afastou por algum tempo e, embora tenha tentado alguma aproximação maior, nossa amizade nunca foi a mesma e nós duas sabemos o motivo. Falo de Flávia Helena Moreira e Estefânia Oliveira.
Outra amizade muito grande e fiel que tive desde o segundo ano da faculdade foi com a Elaine Santos, que sempre se mostrou amiga e companheira e jamais me abandonou, nem mesmo nos meus maiores equívocos. Embora também tenhamos nos afastado há algum tempo, não deixou de ser algo passageiro.
No primeiro ano, como estamos pouco experientes, costumamos jurar amizades eternas e não ousamos imaginar quaisquer desentendimentos. No primeiro ano, também me enganei ou vivi uma amizade que pensava ser verdadeira. Talvez fosse. Mas, no segundo ano, as coisas mudaram e continuam inexplicáveis, pelo menos para mim. Deve ser coisa de faculdade. Falo de algumas pessoas que deixaram de falar comigo, e em especial, a Melisa Lemes. Confesso que não sei o que houve, mas nunca desejei mal algum a ela.

Elaine, Meire e Michelly

Houve uma pessoa que foi muito criticada ao longo dos quatro anos por seu gênio forte, sua personalidade original e maturidade evidente, mas que desde sempre foi uma pessoa amiga e companheira, falo de Meire Moreira. É complicado admitir que pessoas mais velhas saibam mais possuindo uma realidade diferente das nossas, mas a Meire sempre soube ser jovem e mostrou que tem talento e muita inteligência. Ela enfrentou desafios que muitos talvez nem ousassem. Aprendi muito com ela e creio que ela também tenha amadurecido muito nesses quatro anos.
Dividi meu local de trabalho com muitos colegas de classe, como: Filipe Chicarino, Tamiris Correa, Paulo Ricardo, Luana Correa, Elaine Santos, Gabriel Fini, Hugo Barbeta, Endrigo de Oliveira, Ana Elysa, Mauricio Rebouças. Acredito que não me esqueci de ninguém. Acrescento ainda que aprendi muito com cada um deles, seja dividindo experiências ou pedindo alguma orientação. Todos tiveram papel importante em minha carreira profissional, de uma forma ou de outra.
Filipe Chicarino, por exemplo, foi uma pessoa com a qual trabalhei e construí uma amizade muito grande que, algum tempo depois, acabou sendo abalada por alguns conflitos, mas nada de tão grave que não pudesse ser sanado com o tempo, embora nada possa voltar atrás e ser a mesma coisa. Ironia do destino ou não, hoje ele está com a Estefânia Oliveira, minha amiga dos primeiros anos de faculdade.

Filipe Chicarino

O segundo ano foi o ápice. Acredito que tenha sido o auge de todos: não digo pelos desentendimentos, mas pelos conflitos ocorridos que creio que sejam necessários para o amadurecimento de todos nós. Passei a conhecer um pouco melhor uma pessoa muito especial e, como estava programado para ser, a ‘forte amizade’ de antes se transformou em coleguismo. Falo de Mauricio Moura.
A faculdade é um ambiente muito bom para se viver. Os desafios e desentendimentos existem, pois todos são diferentes e isso é o que nos faz crescer. Embora tenham se passado quatro anos, apenas no último pude estreitar amizade com algumas pessoas com as quais, pouco me relacionava, como: Karina Pontarolo, Carlos Alberto, Marcela Rocha, Lucas Caponto, Josiane Bittencourt, Lauren Moraes, Natália Moreira e Liliane Pimentel. São pessoas com as quais pretendo fortalecer ainda mais os laços e seguir com uma amizade verdadeira.

Michelly, Mauricio Rebouças, Julio, Luana, Elaine, Josiane e Liliane

Julio Oliveira foi uma figura nos quatro anos de faculdade. É uma pessoa muito centrada e educada. Acredito também que seja um excelente pai, pois se trata de um excelente profissional e amigo.
Josafá Moraes é uma pessoa cheia de mistérios para mim. É um padre muito bem articulado e, ao mesmo tempo, cheio de graça. Gostaria muito de poder ter uma amizade com esta pessoa, que julgo ser boa, apesar do pouco contato que tive com ele.
Outras tantas pessoas tive o prazer de conhecer, embora não tenha me envolvido tanto: Edmeire Bortolassi, Gabriel Teodoro, Paulo Henrique, Vanessa Guimarães, Graziela Staut e Pedro Hummel.

Edmeire, Michelly, Karina e Lauren

Eduardo Gois foi uma pessoa incrível com a qual pude contar em momentos estratégicos, um deles foi ao final deste ano, 2009, quando estava prestes a terminar a faculdade, desempregada e ele conseguiu um serviço na faculdade a fim de que eu ganhasse desconto. Fora isso, ele é amigo e companheiro e, posso dizer que, um bom chefe também (risos).

Eduardo Gois

Elisangela Cavalheiro é sinônimo de inteligência. Olho para ela e vejo uma profissional repleta de potencial. Acredito muito em sua personalidade e sensibilidade. É uma pessoa madura e, ao mesmo tempo, brincalhona. Muito responsável, sabe a hora certa de descontrair. Adorei conhecê-la! Também pretendo continuar com essa forte amizade.

 Karina, Lauren, Elaine, Elisangela, Edmeire e Michelly

Falar do Oswaldo Corneti é brincadeira! Ele é uma pessoa de outro mundo. Como ele mesmo define: é viciado em café, bandas de rock e uma boa bebida. Ele é uma pessoa excêntrica e amiga. Merece um prêmio de popularidade e criatividade!

Nem preciso dizer que os professores foram os principais integrantes dessa equipe de pessoas maravilhosas: Irmã Luzia foi uma das primeiras. Muitos tiveram dificuldades em sua disciplina. Filosofia não é para qualquer um, não é verdade!
Adriano, sempre sério, até hoje ajuda seus ex-alunos em qualquer problema relacionado à diagramação e informática. Uma pessoa muito especial.
Vou sentir saudades das aulas do Jefferson de fotografia; do Adilson; do Jackie (apesar das dificuldades); da Bianca, que desde o início quis que fosse minha orientadora e, desde o 2º ano da faculdade me ajudou nas pesquisas.
O Liu nem se fale! É uma pessoa muito boa e compreensiva. Gosto dele pelo simples fato de atender àqueles que se dedicam e correm atrás do conhecimento.
Neide Aparecida foi uma professora exemplar que, mais tarde, caiu em minha banca de TCC junto ao “mau” Ednelson, que também é uma excelente pessoa, além de ser também muito sentimental. Admiro esse professor também como profissional.
Eriberto Carvalho é uma pessoa também muito especial, além de um profissional exemplar. Acredito que ele tenha tido um papel fundamental em meu processo de aprendizagem na faculdade. Tudo o que ele dizia sobre inferência e intencionalidade faz sentido hoje, e muita gente cansava de escutá-lo dizer essas palavras. Eu, particularmente, gostava, apesar de também ter tido minhas dificuldades.
Lembro-me muito bem das aulas da Lúcia de sociologia. Ela adorava falar sobre suas viagens ao Canadá!
Aulas boas eram as do Maurílio: quando convocava os alunos para assistir às aulas, faltava. Mas, é uma boa pessoa. Sabe o que faz e possui bons contatos.
Fafate Costa…essa professora sabia muito! Adorava suas aulas principalmente porque ela tinha muito para nos passar. Aprendi a gostar de TV com ela.
Marco Bonito era um dos melhores professores que a faculdade já teve e perdeu. Ele sabia usar de criatividade para realizar suas aulas e sua exigência e inteligência cativou a todos os alunos, sem contar que influenciou muitos a deixarem o Estado, porque ele conseguiu se destacar e brilhar fora daqui, mostrando que é possível.
Fábio Corniani, um grande amigo de Marco Bonito, é uma pessoa culta e jovial.
Não vou dizer que tenho trauma do Nelson, porque é sacanagem. Gostava dele como pessoa, apenas suas aulas que eram um pouco distantes do Jornalismo em si, mas quem soube lidar com as aulas dele, com certeza se deu muito bem agora no final, porque diagramação está em praticamente tudo e é o que é exigido saber, muitas vezes, no momento de uma contratação.
O Ademir era outro profissional excelente que ficou pra história. Aliás, sua disciplina era História do Jornalismo. Ele, com seu jeito simples, sabia passar a informação e dava liberdade para cada um se expressar. “Você tá vendo?”, “Tem que mergulhar de cabeça”.
Eliane Freire é uma pessoa que vai deixar saudades não só por causa de suas aulas extraordinárias, mas por conta de seu profissionalismo e inteligência. Foi uma excelente professora, que sempre dava dicas importantes.
O Francisco era o braço direito da Eliane e vice-versa, porque um sempre prestou ajuda ao outro e ambos são muito inteligentes e exigentes.
Miguel é um exemplo de um aluno prodígio que conseguiu se destacar e hoje é um profissional repleto de dedicação e disciplina.
Cris Valéria conseguiu fazer o que muitos tentaram e não conseguiram: quatro telejornais em um ano com todos os alunos participando. Parabenizo-a por isso. Acredito que ela só tenha pecado pela distração, porque no mais, ela foi muito boa.
Viviane foi uma professora, em minha opinião, dedicada, gostava de suas aulas, apesar de não possuírem um pouco mais de dinamismo que precisávamos para termos atenção, dinamismo este que sua substituta, Adriana, soube passar com altivez. Não digo que uma é melhor que a outra, é tudo questão de estilo. Ambas souberam passar suas experiências, bem como os demais professores.       
Por fim, desejo, do fundo do meu coração, que todos tenham um futuro brilhante e que, se por algum motivo, o destino nos colocar juntos novamente, que possamos agir sempre com mais maturidade e companheirismo, sem que nunca nos falte o principal: o respeito.

 Michelly Ribeiro

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O aumento foi de cerca de 11% entre um ano e outro. Número de cursos de graduação também cresceu 7,7%.

As universidades públicas criaram 14.826 vagas presenciais entre 2007 e 2008, segundo levantamento divulgado pelo Ministério da Educação (MEC) nesta sexta-feira (27) –um aumento de cerca de 11% entre um ano e outro. O crescimento se deu no âmbito dos programas de expansão das universidades federais, em vigor desde 2003.

O número de cursos de graduação também aumentou 7,7%, de 2.326 em 2007 para 2.506 em 2008. Houve expansão também no número de campi e de municípios atendidos em comparação com 2003: de 151 campi universitários e 114 cidades, o total passou para 255 campi e 235 municípios. Esses dados abrangem 53 universidades federais.

No total, devem ser investidos R$ 3,5 bilhões até 2012, com a criação de 3.647 cursos. Só um dos programas – o Reuni – pretende criar 227 mil vagas presenciais até 2012.

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O Censo da Educação Superior, divulgado nesta sexta-feira (20), mostra que metade das vagas oferecidas nos vestibulares em 2008 ficou ociosa – 98% delas em instituições privadas.

Uma das explicações para esse cenário é a falta de planejamento das instituições, principalmente as privadas, na opinião do consultor em ensino superior Carlos Monteiro.

“Observamos essa tendência [de alta no número de vagas ociosas] nos últimos cinco anos, que vem aumentando de maneira brutal, principalmente no ensino particular. Isso representa uma deficiência no seu posicionamento estratégico. São instituições que acreditam em um mito que não existe mais. Há 20 ou 30 anos era mais garantido o retorno.”

Segundo o presidente do Inep, Reynaldo Fernandes, não é nem possível saber se existe capacidade para todas as vagas pedidas pelas instituições. “São vagas autorizadas. Elas não necessariamente mostram a intencionalidade de ofertar essa vaga. Mas não significa que tem professor ocioso, nem aluno ocioso”, disse.