<?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-3000715563433844092</id><updated>2012-01-16T15:15:30.292-08:00</updated><category term='1.º B - Visitas de estudo'/><category term='2.º ano -  Matemática'/><category term='1.º B  -Expressão Plástica'/><category term='1.º B - Natal 2010'/><category term='2.º ano -  AEC - Atividades de Enrriquecimento Curricular'/><category term='1.º B  Primeiros textos'/><category term='Filme- Moinhos de Gavinhos'/><category term='1.º B -  Culinária'/><category term='Filme - Matemática'/><category term='1.º B Dias especiais'/><category term='1.º B - Semana da Leitura'/><category term='1.º B  Matemática'/><category term='1.º B - Pequenas histórias - Vídeo'/><category term='1.ºB Noticias'/><category term='1.º B  Atividades escolares'/><category term='Património Local'/><category term='2.º ano - Expressão plástica'/><category term='Actividades de Enriquecimento Curricular'/><category term='2.º ano -  PNL - Livros'/><category term='2.º ano - Natal de 2011'/><category term='1.º B  -Teatro de sombras-'/><category term='2.º ano -  Publicações'/><category term='1.º B - Vida escolar'/><category term='Plano Nacional da Leitura'/><category term='Artigos'/><category term='Saúde'/><category term='Projecto &quot;Escola Mais Verde&quot;'/><category term='Noticias'/><category term='Teatro'/><category term='2.º ano - Apoio ao estudo'/><category term='PENEP'/><category term='2.º ano -  Comemorações'/><category term='1.º B  Primeiras estórias'/><category term='1.º B  -Teatro'/><category term='2.º ano -  Segurança'/><category term='Experiências'/><category term='Dinossauros'/><category term='1.º B -  Olá amigos leitores'/><category term='2.º ano- jogos'/><category term='1.º B  Experiências'/><category term='Histórias'/><category term='Encerramento do ano lectivo- 2009-2010'/><category term='1.º B - Noticias'/><category term='2.º ano -  Experiências'/><category term='Vida escolar'/><category term='Ficha técnica'/><category term='1.º B -  PNL (Plano Nacional da Leitura)'/><category term='Escritor António Mota'/><title type='text'>O            F   i  g  u  e  i  r  i  n  h  a</title><subtitle type='html'>Jornal escolar</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-1687476791936527863</id><published>2012-01-16T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T15:15:30.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano -  Experiências'/><title type='text'>Construção de um telefone de fio</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Registo de uma experiência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YXx88nEnYxE/TxSvUdILbSI/AAAAAAAABM8/ly_st4gr8yQ/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YXx88nEnYxE/TxSvUdILbSI/AAAAAAAABM8/ly_st4gr8yQ/s320/4.JPG" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Materiais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois copos de plático e cinco metro de fio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puP_QIQrzRY/TxSunaz7LdI/AAAAAAAABMk/8fUk2_RT-aE/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puP_QIQrzRY/TxSunaz7LdI/AAAAAAAABMk/8fUk2_RT-aE/s320/1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como fazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colocamos o fio no buraquinho do copo de plástico e atamos o fio a um pauzinho. Fazemos o mesmo no outro copo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GKh-JAee-zM/TxSuzzUuBOI/AAAAAAAABMs/VwthHYS4GQU/s1600/0.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GKh-JAee-zM/TxSuzzUuBOI/AAAAAAAABMs/VwthHYS4GQU/s320/0.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como funciona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encostamos a&amp;nbsp; boca a um dos pauzinho e falamos. Depois esticamos o fio e o nosso colega coloca o outro copinnho&amp;nbsp; nos ouvidos e ele ouve o que dizemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jgp7qzI9bQ/TxSvGo46AII/AAAAAAAABM0/Wbfb9rfaD2Q/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="309" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jgp7qzI9bQ/TxSvGo46AII/AAAAAAAABM0/Wbfb9rfaD2Q/s320/3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O som propaga-se através do fio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-1687476791936527863?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/1687476791936527863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=1687476791936527863' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1687476791936527863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1687476791936527863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2012/01/construcao-de-um-telefone-de-fio.html' title='Construção de um telefone de fio'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-YXx88nEnYxE/TxSvUdILbSI/AAAAAAAABM8/ly_st4gr8yQ/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-4264706862142867078</id><published>2012-01-12T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:30:01.952-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano -  Segurança'/><title type='text'>A policia veio até à nossa escola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6dcmwkUuBY/Tw9ei2TG6MI/AAAAAAAABMU/l91iZsBJd0M/s1600/Policia+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6dcmwkUuBY/Tw9ei2TG6MI/AAAAAAAABMU/l91iZsBJd0M/s400/Policia+1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Na minha escola esteve a policia a explicar as regras de trânsito. Aprendemos como se deve atravessar a estrada, como devemos andar de bicicleta, autocarro, camiões e ainda de carrinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Também aprendemos alguns sinais de trânsito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Leandro Rodrigues (2.º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXDxU7h4j-I/Tw9oVu1uYEI/AAAAAAAABMc/IYbk2p0rGZE/s1600/Policia+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXDxU7h4j-I/Tw9oVu1uYEI/AAAAAAAABMc/IYbk2p0rGZE/s400/Policia+2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;policia foi&amp;nbsp;à nossa escola. As atividades que fizeram foram sobre as regras de trânsito. Eu aprendi várias coisas: nunca se deve andar no lado direito a pé;&amp;nbsp; deve-se atravessar a estrada na passadeira a passo longo mas não a correr;&amp;nbsp; nunca se deve&amp;nbsp; andar de bicicleta &amp;nbsp;junto dos carros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;De&amp;nbsp;todas as regras que eu ouvi eu vou cumpri-las.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Afonso Rodrigues ( 2.º ano)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-4264706862142867078?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/4264706862142867078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=4264706862142867078' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4264706862142867078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4264706862142867078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2012/01/policia-veio-ate-nossa-escola.html' title='A policia veio até à nossa escola'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-N6dcmwkUuBY/Tw9ei2TG6MI/AAAAAAAABMU/l91iZsBJd0M/s72-c/Policia+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-7426069750733573844</id><published>2012-01-07T11:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:36:08.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano -  Comemorações'/><title type='text'>Comemorar o Dia de Reis</title><content type='html'>No Dia de Reis, 6 de janeiro, fomos cantar os reis pelas ruas da nossa aldeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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O novo livro da turma</title><content type='html'>Os alunos do 2.º ano acabam de editar uma brochura que contém dezoito estórias em banda desenhada. É um primeiro trabalho na aprendizagem da técnica da banda desenhada.Partilhamos com os nossos leitores este nosso trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vge5-oMjAVw/TvEFck2SxhI/AAAAAAAABLI/kWfsY3dqOxI/s1600/capa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vge5-oMjAVw/TvEFck2SxhI/AAAAAAAABLI/kWfsY3dqOxI/s400/capa.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: auto; visibility: visible; width: 460px;"&gt;&lt;embed align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="ql=2&amp;amp;src1=http://pic100.picturetrail.com:80/VOL912/13435096/flicks/1/8682648" height="350" name="Acrobat Cube" quality="high" src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf" style="height: 350px; width: 460px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="460" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 24px; margin-top: 10px; whitespace: no-wrap; width: 460px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?cID=924&amp;amp;link=/photoFlick/samples/pflicks=shtml"&gt;&lt;img align="left" border="0" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?cID=925&amp;amp;link=/photoFlick/samples/pflicks=shtml"&gt;&lt;img align="left" border="0" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/static/images/pt2.gif" style="margin-left: 5px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os autores desta brochura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0kTBbQgbtpM/TvEHFWKyUfI/AAAAAAAABLU/LkSRHuiuduc/s1600/Contra-capa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0kTBbQgbtpM/TvEHFWKyUfI/AAAAAAAABLU/LkSRHuiuduc/s320/Contra-capa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu gostei muito de fazer este livro. A minha estória está muito bonita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A estória que eu gostei mais foi a estória da Beatriz Alves poeque o título da estória dela é " O gato do Afonso"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Na minha opinião acho que os meus pais gostaram da minha estória.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Beatriz Carvalho ( 2.º ano)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O livro ficou muito bonito. Eu sei que o livro foi feito com muito carinho e está muito engraçado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Cristiano peça ( 2.º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu gosto muito do livro porque ficou muito engraçado. É muito engraçaçado porque tem estórias de todos os meus amigos.Para mim a estória mais engraçada foi a do David Mendes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Miguel Monteiro ( 2.º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu considero que a minha estória está muito bonita porque tem desenhos engraçados. Os textos de todos os meninos estão bem feitos e algumas dão para rir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquelas que para mim estão mais bonitas são:&amp;nbsp; do David Coelho; do Tiago; do David Mendes e do Ricardo. Mas a estória mais bem feita da turma&amp;nbsp; é a do David Mendes porque tem desenhos muito bonitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pedro ( 2.º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-6421336650648072887?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/6421336650648072887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=6421336650648072887' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/6421336650648072887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/6421336650648072887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/12/estorias-em-banda-desnhada-o-novo-livro.html' title='Estórias em banda desenhada. O novo livro da turma'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-Vge5-oMjAVw/TvEFck2SxhI/AAAAAAAABLI/kWfsY3dqOxI/s72-c/capa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-8732093306070714607</id><published>2011-12-11T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T13:51:30.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano - Natal de 2011'/><title type='text'>A nossa Árvore de Natal</title><content type='html'>Esta é a nossa Árvore de Natal. Um Feliz Natal para todos os nossos leitores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/DA9Z4g5ChobkGz1ebSpA/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-8732093306070714607?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/8732093306070714607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=8732093306070714607' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8732093306070714607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8732093306070714607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/12/nossa-arvore-de-natal.html' title='A nossa Árvore de Natal'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-2347159963810557517</id><published>2011-12-09T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T13:10:04.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Figueirinha atingiu os 15 000 visitantes . Houve festa na turma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zvB7DmMv4Bc/TuJ1FuVC6kI/AAAAAAAABKU/WrEUnzKN_W0/s1600/Fig%2B-%2B1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zvB7DmMv4Bc/TuJ1FuVC6kI/AAAAAAAABKU/WrEUnzKN_W0/s400/Fig%2B-%2B1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" O Figueirinha" , atingiu os 15 000 visitantes no dia 7 de dezembro de 2011. Para comemorar esta efeméride, toda a turma,&amp;nbsp; do 2.º ano, cantou-lhe os parabéns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" O Figueirinha " nasceu em&amp;nbsp; outubro de 2008, sendo o continuador de um outro projeto com o mesmo nome. Continua fiel a um objetivo para que foi criado, ou seja, divulgar o que de positivo os alunos vão conseguindo realizar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A todos os nossos fieis leitores, enviamos os nossos agradecimentos por nos terem lido regularmente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYZibKZz-mY/TuJ0jnfFRDI/AAAAAAAABKI/ghjXg3Dve0I/s1600/Fig-%2B2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYZibKZz-mY/TuJ0jnfFRDI/AAAAAAAABKI/ghjXg3Dve0I/s400/Fig-%2B2.JPG" width="400" /&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/3000715563433844092-2347159963810557517?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/2347159963810557517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=2347159963810557517' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2347159963810557517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2347159963810557517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-figueirinha-atingiu-os-15-000.html' title='O Figueirinha atingiu os 15 000 visitantes . Houve festa na turma'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-zvB7DmMv4Bc/TuJ1FuVC6kI/AAAAAAAABKU/WrEUnzKN_W0/s72-c/Fig%2B-%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-7913882571280486510</id><published>2011-12-06T15:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T13:30:52.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano - Natal de 2011'/><title type='text'>O  nosso presépio</title><content type='html'>Este é o nosso presépio realizado com a colaboração dos nossos pais. Encontra-se à entrada da nossa sala de aula e poderá desde já ser visitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" height="350" src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/eC969KR9QpWwr6yUV0SW/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa turma fez um presépio muito grande. Ele tem muitas figurinhas: Maria, Jesus, S. José, Reis Magos,ovelhas pastores, peixeiros, anjo, soldados, ovelhas,castelo, igreja, moinho, moleiro, gaiteiros e muitas&amp;nbsp; pessoas a darem prendas ao Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Eu e os meus colegas levámps muito musgo. O nosso professor Rui levou areia e emprestou as peças do Presépio.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito do Presépio da minha escola porque tem muitas peças diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Emanuel ( 2.º ano)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-7913882571280486510?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/7913882571280486510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=7913882571280486510' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7913882571280486510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7913882571280486510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-nosso-presepio.html' title='O  nosso presépio'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-8702207314355605697</id><published>2011-12-03T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T03:12:29.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano - Expressão plástica'/><title type='text'>Expressão plástica</title><content type='html'>Ao longo do 1.º período realizámos vários trabalhos  na área de expressão plástica. Parilhamos com os nossos leitoresalguns deles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/dDHY3iUDH5Rgl4BF4jgc/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-8702207314355605697?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/8702207314355605697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=8702207314355605697' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8702207314355605697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8702207314355605697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/12/expressao-platica.html' title='Expressão plástica'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-2328382356322792176</id><published>2011-11-28T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T13:26:05.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano -  Matemática'/><title type='text'>Gostar da matemática</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gqG7wPqSgr0/TtPfy91WtEI/AAAAAAAABIs/La_n6VGH48w/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gqG7wPqSgr0/TtPfy91WtEI/AAAAAAAABIs/La_n6VGH48w/s400/1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoMXivbqUGc/TtPgHugte1I/AAAAAAAABI0/AKSenGt7Vqk/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoMXivbqUGc/TtPgHugte1I/AAAAAAAABI0/AKSenGt7Vqk/s200/3.JPG" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num jogo de matemática , contando as pintas das pedras de dominó, concluimos que numa adição podemos associar várias parcelas. Foi uma aula interessante. A matemática pode ser mesmo&amp;nbsp;divertida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cnR33b8b-Hs/TtPffZwHydI/AAAAAAAABIk/kAl_ISiE_90/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="388" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cnR33b8b-Hs/TtPffZwHydI/AAAAAAAABIk/kAl_ISiE_90/s400/2.JPG" width="400" /&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/3000715563433844092-2328382356322792176?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/2328382356322792176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=2328382356322792176' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2328382356322792176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2328382356322792176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/11/gostar-da-matematica.html' title='Gostar da matemática'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-gqG7wPqSgr0/TtPfy91WtEI/AAAAAAAABIs/La_n6VGH48w/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-8184227133750093194</id><published>2011-11-26T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:15:45.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano - Apoio ao estudo'/><title type='text'>Jogos matemáticos . O pentaminós</title><content type='html'>Numa das aulas de apoio ao estudo, a turma esteve a jogar o Pentaminós. Trata-se de um jogo, na área da matemática, que procura desenvolver a capacidade de atenção e consentração entre os alunos.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um jogo divertido em que a maioria dos alunos&amp;nbsp;conseguiu realizar as tarefas dentro do tempo estabelecido. Fica aqui um registo de um dos exercícios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" height="350" src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/GAM1aRjJcHil4aaMuuho/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-8184227133750093194?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/8184227133750093194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=8184227133750093194' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8184227133750093194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8184227133750093194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/11/jogos-matematicos-o-pentaminos.html' title='Jogos matemáticos . O pentaminós'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-184832796994441385</id><published>2011-11-21T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T15:20:59.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia do Não Fumador foi comemorado na turma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4joCcLQtC2I/TswqDp3R4OI/AAAAAAAABIU/_IA9DgUa5Rc/s1600/1+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4joCcLQtC2I/TswqDp3R4OI/AAAAAAAABIU/_IA9DgUa5Rc/s400/1+%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Quando for grande não vou fumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fOB3B2dYI14/TsrLKvdWE1I/AAAAAAAABHY/mauWeAAGRXk/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fOB3B2dYI14/TsrLKvdWE1I/AAAAAAAABHY/mauWeAAGRXk/s200/1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O dia 17 de novembro é o Dia do Não Fumador. O tabaco faz mal à saúde porque vai fumo para os pulmões e pode provocar doenças muito graves.&lt;br /&gt;O tabaco tem nicotina que causa dependência e as pessoas não conseguem parar de fumar. O meu pai e o meu padrinho fumam e eu não gosto que eles fumem.&lt;br /&gt;Quando for grande não vou fumar.&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Martins ( 2.º  ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;O tabaco é muito mau&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O tabaco é muito mau para a saúde porque vai fumo para os pulmões de quem fuma e dos que estão&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;perto de quem fuma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O tabaco tem nicotina que pode provocar dependência.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O meu pai e os meus tios fumam mas eu não gosto que eles fumem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Quando eu for grande não vou fumar. O tabaco é muito mau.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ricardo Martins ( 2.º ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Quem fuma não consegue correr bem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fumar faz mal à saúde porque o fumo vai para os pulmões, gastamos muito dinheiro, polui o planeta e pode incendiar as florestas quando deitamos cigarros acessos para elas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Quando eu for grande nunca vou fumar porque faz mal à saúde. Como eu quero continuar a jogar futebol não posso fumar, pois não posso correr e marcar golos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tiago Oliveira (2.º ano)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBu7QPG4fTo/TsrLVDPrZkI/AAAAAAAABHg/g_LYIAbghiY/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBu7QPG4fTo/TsrLVDPrZkI/AAAAAAAABHg/g_LYIAbghiY/s200/2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Se as pessoas quiserem viver mais tempo não devem fumar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;O Dia do Não Fumador é muito importante para as senhoras e para os senhores que fumem pensarem um bocadinho o quanto os cigarros fazem mal aos pulmões. As pessoas que fumam apanham doenças mais facilmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não se deve fumar porque fumar mata. Não se deve fumar junto das outras pessoas que não fumam. As pessoas que fumem têm menos tempo de vida. Se as pessoas quiserem viver mais tempo não devem fumar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Inês Filipa ( 2.º ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;As crianças&amp;nbsp;não devem estar junto de quem fuma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;O dia 17 de novembro é o Dia do Não Fumador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Fumar é muito mau para a saúde, faz doenças graves como o cancro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;As crianças não devem estar junto de quem fuma tabaco porque são muito pequenas e depois respiram mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;David Coelho ( 2.º ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Dia do não fumador&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wQdNl6TH5go/TsrMV_czUFI/AAAAAAAABHo/E0ujSrrrwag/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wQdNl6TH5go/TsrMV_czUFI/AAAAAAAABHo/E0ujSrrrwag/s200/3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O Dia do Não Fumador é muito importante porque as pessoas que fumam podem morrer. Este dia serve para alertar as pessoas que fumar prejudica gravemente a sua saúde e de quem as que as rodeiam. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ninguém&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;devia&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;fumar porque fumar mata.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Eu quando for grande não quero fumar porque fumar provoca doenças muito graves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Beatriz Sofia ( 2.º ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Fumar faz mal à saúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Fumar faz mal à saúde. Fumar mata e provoca várias doenças como o cancro nos pulmões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Não se deve fumar junto das crianças nem das outras pessoas, porque pode provocar doenças nas pessoas que as rodeiam. Não fumes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Diogo Miguel (2.º ano)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;O tabaco coloca os dentes e as mãos amarelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O Dia do Não Fundador é um dia em que não devemos fumar, porque fumar faz mal à nossa saúde e os nossos pulmões ficam doentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O tabaco faz mal à nossa saúde porque polui os pulmões e as pessoas acabam por morrer. Faz muito mal às pessoas que fumam e às pessoas que respiram o fumo dos fumadores que o largam para o ar. As pessoas ficam com os dentes amarelos e as mãos também.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ana Barbosa (2.º ano)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;O tabaco é perigoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Fumar faz mal à saúde. Fumar pode matar as pessoas porque não é saudável. As crianças não devem fumar. Quem fuma deve deixar de o fazer. Fumar pode provocar problemas e pode provocar que os dentes fiquem podres.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O tabaco não é bom. Eu não fumo porque faz-me mal e eu não devo fumar. O tabaco é perigoso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cristiano Rodrigues ( 2.º ano)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdsVB6b37is/TsrMhhkel4I/AAAAAAAABHw/9pVAfMVI9o0/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdsVB6b37is/TsrMhhkel4I/AAAAAAAABHw/9pVAfMVI9o0/s200/4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Fumar é muito mau para a nossa saúde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O dia 17 de novembro é o dia das pessoas que não fumam. Fumar é muito mau para a nossa saúde. Não se deve fumar em sítios fechados nem nos cafés. O meu pai é fumador e não devia ser porque faz mal. O meu pai não fuma dentro de casa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Afonso Carvalho (2.º ano)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;As pessoas nunca deviam experimentar fumar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O Dia do Não Fumador é no dia 17 de novembro. Fumar faz mal à saúde. As pessoas nunca deviam experimentarem fumar pois ficam com um vício.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Este dia devia ser para as pessoas pensarem no que andam a fazer à sua saúde e à saúde dos outros. O tabaco provoca doenças nos pulmões e nas vias respiratórias. Uma dessas doenças é o cancro nos pulmões. O meu tio Zé morreu com esta doença. Se as pessoas que fumam imaginassem o que o meu tio Zé sofreu&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;nunca fumavam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Os fumadores cansam-se mais do que as outras quando correm e têm menos apetite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Beatriz Lopes ( 2.º ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;O tabaco faz mal aos nossos pulmões&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-olkD0-mePgs/TsrObkUSd1I/AAAAAAAABH4/TLubzyw7508/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-olkD0-mePgs/TsrObkUSd1I/AAAAAAAABH4/TLubzyw7508/s200/1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Muitas pessoas fumam no nosso país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O tabaco faz muito mal à nossa saúde, principalmente aos nossos pulmões. Algumas pessoas conseguem deixar de fumar, outras não. É um vicio muito grande e difícil de se largar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;As pessoas que fumam, além de se prejudicarem a elas &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;próprias,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;prejudicam as outras pessoas que estão junto delas quando estão a fumar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;David Mendes ( 2.º ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Gostava que fosse proibido fumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Gosto do dia do não fumador porque fumar faz muito mal aos nossos pulmões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Eu não gosto que o meu pai fume. O meu pai não fuma junto de mim nem junto da minha irmã. O meu pai não fuma muitas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Gostava que fosse proibido fumar. O fumo faz muito mal à saúde.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;osé Cunha ( 2.º ano)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;As pessoas não deviam fumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-a-BJwok9k/TsrOws-ClmI/AAAAAAAABIA/QE8XQxIi1YU/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-a-BJwok9k/TsrOws-ClmI/AAAAAAAABIA/QE8XQxIi1YU/s200/2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Fumar faz mal e pode matar. O fumo as pessoas ficarem doentes dos pulmões e com falta de ar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;As pessoas não deviam fumar cigarros, charutos ou pelo cachimbo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;David Santos ( 2.º ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Era uma vez um homem chamado Paulo que fumava muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Um dia, o Paulo estava em sua casa com os amigos a conversar e a fumar o seu cigarro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O amigo do Paulo, o José disse para os seus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;- Temos de deixar fumar… só faz mal à saúde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Todos concordaram que era melhor para a sua saúde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O Paulo&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;e os seus amigos comemoraram o dia do não fumador, não fumando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Estão todos felizes por deixarem de fumar e de darem o exemplo aos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Leandro Rodrigues ( 2.º ano)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa que não fume é mais saudável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Fumar mata. Fumar prejudica gravemente a sua saúde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Os fumadores podem morrer por causa do cancro dos pulmões. Um fumador tem o seu organismo cheio de inflamações. Uma pessoa para deixar de fumar tem de fazer um tratamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Uma pessoa que não fume e não beba é mais saudável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Luana Simões (2.º ano)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-184832796994441385?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/184832796994441385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=184832796994441385' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/184832796994441385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/184832796994441385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-dia-do-nao-fumador-foi-comemorado-na.html' title='O dia do Não Fumador foi comemorado na turma'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-4joCcLQtC2I/TswqDp3R4OI/AAAAAAAABIU/_IA9DgUa5Rc/s72-c/1+%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-319394292000237059</id><published>2011-11-18T13:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:57:30.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano -  PNL - Livros'/><title type='text'>Matilde, a galinha diferente</title><content type='html'>Durante algumas semanas a turma trabalhou a estória " Matilde a galinha diferente". A partir desta estória foram feitos vários trabalhos. A Ana Salomé, reconta esta estória com muito carinho e  partilha-a agora com todos os nossos leitores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" height="350" src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/5CMT9HTtiCiiEw30i7ma/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-319394292000237059?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/319394292000237059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=319394292000237059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/319394292000237059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/319394292000237059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/11/matilde-galinha-diferente.html' title='Matilde, a galinha diferente'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-2655510906112539735</id><published>2011-11-14T15:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:17:31.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano -  AEC - Atividades de Enrriquecimento Curricular'/><title type='text'>Esta é a nossa canção do São Martinho</title><content type='html'>A professora de música Ana Carolina, das Atividades de Enriquecimento Curricular, preparou uma canção  para comemorar o São Martinho. Partilhamos com os nossos leitores esta canção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" height="350" src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/eROzKMr37odonGgyfAKm/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-2655510906112539735?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/2655510906112539735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=2655510906112539735' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2655510906112539735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2655510906112539735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/11/esta-e-nossa-cancao-do-sao-martinho.html' title='Esta é a nossa canção do São Martinho'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-2405333220849043519</id><published>2011-11-12T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T13:50:12.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano -  Comemorações'/><title type='text'>O S. Martinho da turma do 2.º ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A escola e a nossa turma comemorou o S. Martinho. A tradição foi mantida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comemos as nossas castanhas oferecidas pelos encarregados de educação, convivemos com os nossos colegas de escola, com os professores, com as assistentes operacionais e com os encarregados de educação que puderam estarem presentes. Cantámos uma canção que a nossa professora das AEC nos ensinou. Finalmente fizemos o nosso trabalho manual e escrevemos um textinho com as nossas opiniões sobre o Magusto. Foi um dia divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: auto; visibility: visible; width: 460px;"&gt;&lt;embed align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="ql=2&amp;amp;src1=http://pic100.picturetrail.com:80/VOL770/13420683/flicks/1/8657977" height="350" name="S. Martinho" quality="high" src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf" style="height: 350px; width: 460px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="460" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 24px; margin-top: 10px; whitespace: no-wrap; width: 460px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?cID=924&amp;amp;link=/photoFlick/samples/pflicks=shtml"&gt;&lt;img align="left" border="0" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?cID=925&amp;amp;link=/photoFlick/samples/pflicks=shtml"&gt;&lt;img align="left" border="0" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/static/images/pt2.gif" style="margin-left: 5px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia 11 de novembro foi o dia de S. Martinho e fizemos um magusto na escola.&lt;br /&gt;Como estava a chover não pudemos  fazer o magusto na rua, mas foi divertido na mesma.&lt;br /&gt;A minha mãe também participou no magusto. Ela contou-me que quando andava na escola, as castanhas eram assadas com fagulhas na rua e como ficavam com as mãos enfarruscadas pintavam  as caras uns dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Diogo Miguel ( 2.º Ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O meu dia de magusto foi muito bonito. Brinquei com os meus amigos. O padeiro foi levar as castanhas assadas à nossa escola, porque estava a chover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comemos muitas castanhas e bebemos muitos sumos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Choveu muito neste dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;José Miguel ( 2.º Ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O dia das castanhas foi muito&amp;nbsp; divertido. O dia das castanhas&amp;nbsp;é para comer as &amp;nbsp;castanhas se quiserem. O dia das castanhas é&amp;nbsp; muito bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Miguel Monteiro ( 2.º Ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 11 de novembro de 2011 houve&amp;nbsp; um magusto na minha escola. este magusto foi na sala da televisão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os meninos estiveram todos na sala da televisão&amp;nbsp; à espera&amp;nbsp; das castanhas e eu também. O nosso professor Rui também lá esteve. A senhora Patrícia&amp;nbsp; foi-nos levar as castanhas que estavam deliciosas. Quem queria repetir podia ir buscar mais. E eu fui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No magusto bebemos um copo de sumo. Eu adorei o magusto da escola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afonso Carvalho ( 2.º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-2405333220849043519?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/2405333220849043519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=2405333220849043519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2405333220849043519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2405333220849043519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-s-martinho.html' title='O S. Martinho da turma do 2.º ano'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-1780893607065683969</id><published>2011-11-02T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T15:46:17.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano -  AEC - Atividades de Enrriquecimento Curricular'/><title type='text'>O Dia das Bruxas ( Halloween) foi comemorado na turma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tchW11oLzuI/TrGi0ibuFcI/AAAAAAAABCo/LCol_gtNv5U/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tchW11oLzuI/TrGi0ibuFcI/AAAAAAAABCo/LCol_gtNv5U/s200/1.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Dia das Bruxas ( Halloween), foi assinalado na nossa turma por iniciativa da professora de inglês. A professora Rosário preparou um conjunto de iniciativas bem ao gosto dos nossos alunos. " O Figueirinha" regista aqui a opinião de alguns alunos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dPO3UNdFew/TrHEWGeCrmI/AAAAAAAABDA/9SQMvZiO8yk/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dPO3UNdFew/TrHEWGeCrmI/AAAAAAAABDA/9SQMvZiO8yk/s200/4.JPG" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &amp;nbsp;Dia das Bruxas na minha escola foi no dia 31&amp;nbsp; de outubro.Eu e os meus colegas&amp;nbsp; vestimo-nos no fim da aula do Professor Rui, para festejarmos o Hallowen na aula de inglês.&lt;br /&gt;Na aula de inglês dançámos, desfilámos&amp;nbsp; e a nossa Professora Rosário pintou alguns meninos. Haviam lá bruxas, vampiros,fantasmas esqueletos e outras mácaras.&lt;br /&gt;Ana Salomé ( 2.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;O Dia das Bruxas foi muito divertido. Houve música e os fatos de alguns colegas eram assustadores.&lt;br /&gt;Nos intervalos os meninos do quarto ano andaram a pregar partidas uns aos outros e uma menina da nossa turma teve medo. O que era mais assustador era o esqueleto assassino e eu tive medo. Mas quando me vesti de bruxa já quase não tinha medo.&lt;br /&gt;A Ana Salomé vestiu-se de bruxa como as minhas outras amigas. Entretanto chegou uma amiga que disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Posso brincar com vocês?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Sm, claro que podes.&lt;br /&gt;Fomos todas brincar à bruxa maluca. A Inês fez de bruxa maluca. Uns momentos depois eu e as minhas amigas fomos dançar. O nosso professor tirou fotografias a toda a turma. Gostei também que o nosso professor tivesse tirado&amp;nbsp;uma fotografia comigo e com as minhas amigas.&lt;br /&gt;Adorei o Dia das Bruxas. Foi o " Holloween" mais assustador de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Beatriz Alves ( 2.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEGJDwCuotk/TrHCXssIE6I/AAAAAAAABCw/ATOTpguLGXM/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEGJDwCuotk/TrHCXssIE6I/AAAAAAAABCw/ATOTpguLGXM/s400/2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;O Dia das Bruxas foi muito engraçado e até fizemos um desfile, mas eu não fiz porque não sabia desfilar. Alguns dos meus amigos iam mascarados de vampiros e as meninas iam de bruxas.&lt;br /&gt;Diogo Miguel ( 2.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Dia das Bruxas na minha escola foi muito divertido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No fim das aulas vesti-me de morcego e fui para o recreio brincar com o meu amigo que estava vestido de vampiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No final da tarde fui até ao ATL onde havia uma festa muito bonita com abóboras acesas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;David Coelho ( 2,º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWi0wpLBx2c/TrHGN3_JrTI/AAAAAAAABDQ/J4HEdpn5kxg/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWi0wpLBx2c/TrHGN3_JrTI/AAAAAAAABDQ/J4HEdpn5kxg/s200/6.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu festejei o Dia da Bruxas na escola com os meus colegas e com os professores.&lt;br /&gt;Nós disfarçámo-nos de vampiro e de bruxas. Cantámos em inglês uma canção do dia das Bruxas.&lt;br /&gt;Na escola os meninos e as meninas&amp;nbsp; desfilaram num palco feito com as mesas.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia muito divertido!&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Emanuel ( 2.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia 31 de outubro festejámos o Dia das Bruxas com a professora de inglês. As bruxas&amp;nbsp; são muito divertidas com as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Os vampiros assustaram as bruxas porque traziam dentes de plástico grandes. Eu disfarcei-me de vampiro. Ninguém se disfarçou de morcego. a nossa professora de inglês vestiu-se de bruxa.&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Emanuel ( 2.º ano)'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BF7S6Dtlq8c/TrHDfCFcUkI/AAAAAAAABC4/yGXVZ8iOStw/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BF7S6Dtlq8c/TrHDfCFcUkI/AAAAAAAABC4/yGXVZ8iOStw/s200/3.JPG" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na minha escola na sexta-feira eu e as minhas amigas tivemos que levar um fato de bruxa. Nesse dia nós fizemos um desfile de&amp;nbsp; bruxas, vampiros, fantasmas e monstros. O meu fato foi de material reciclado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu diverti-me muito na festa das bruxas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luana ( 2.º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O dia 31 de outubro foi o Dia das Bruxas e na nossa escola nós festejámos esse dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;na nossa sala havia vampiros e &amp;nbsp;bruxas. Nas outras salas havia monstros e fantasmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nos intervalos os meninos andavam disfarçados e corriam atrás uns dos outros para os assustar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi um dia muito divertido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiago José ( 2.º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;********&lt;br /&gt;Na minha escola fizemos&amp;nbsp; um desfile do Dia das&amp;nbsp; Bruxas. Eu fui no desfile vestido de vampiro que foi às três horas. No recreio brincámos com os nossos fatos. Pintaram a minha cara com cores escuras.&lt;br /&gt;Gostei muito de brincar com os meus amigos durante a tarde. também havia música para todos nós.&lt;br /&gt;David Rafael ( 2.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;********&lt;br /&gt;Na escola, no dia trinta e um de outubro de 2011, houve festa no Dia das Bruxas.&lt;br /&gt;Pelas quinze horas e trinta minutos começou a festa. As professoras colocaram música na sala da televisão. Nós. que estávamos a brincar no recreio, ouvimos a música e fomos dançar.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos meninos levaram fatos de fantasia para&amp;nbsp; se disfarçarem. Havia vampiros, bruxas, fantasmas e até princesas. Foi organizado um desfile de moda.&lt;br /&gt;Foi muito engraçado e nós divertimo-nos muito.&lt;br /&gt;Afonso Rodrigues ( 2.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ********&lt;br /&gt;O Dia das Bruxas&amp;nbsp; na escola foi muito bonito. Nós brincámos muito&amp;nbsp; vestidos com fatos: de&amp;nbsp;vampiro, de bruxas&amp;nbsp; e de mais fatos bonitos. eu vestime de vampiro. também houve música para nós dançarmos. Quem quisesse também se podia pintar. Eu pintei-me de&amp;nbsp; branco, preto e vermelho.&lt;br /&gt;O Dia das Bruxas na escola foi muito divertido.&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Peça ( 2.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uprJ9GhMPQ4/TrHFE3cABlI/AAAAAAAABDI/RgvmPC7vWUE/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uprJ9GhMPQ4/TrHFE3cABlI/AAAAAAAABDI/RgvmPC7vWUE/s400/5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Dia das Bruxas não fui vestida de casa. Levei um saco com um fato. quando acabou as aulas com o professor Rui, vesti o meu fato de bruxa. Depois fomos tirar fotografias.&lt;br /&gt;Quem me pintou foi a professora Rosário. em seguida fui para o desfile.&lt;br /&gt;Gostei muito do Dia das Bruxas.&lt;br /&gt;Beatriz Sofia ( 2.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ********&lt;br /&gt;No dia 31 de outubro foi o Dia das Bruxas na minha escola. Eu fui vestida de bruxa com um vestido preto e roxo e um chapéu&amp;nbsp; igual.&lt;br /&gt;No intervalo das três horas eu os meus amigos fomos vestir os nossos fatos. Os menonos foram de&amp;nbsp; vampiros&amp;nbsp; e as meninas foram de bruxas com vassouras. O fato de que eu mais gostei foi a da Beatrz Alves que era comprido, preto com umas esterlinhas e um cinto cinzento.&lt;br /&gt;Com os professores fizemos um desfile para mostrarmos os nossos fatos. A senhora professora de inglês colocou música e penteou-nos. Durante a festa o nosso professor Rui tirou algumas fotografias.&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma festa e um dia divertido.&lt;br /&gt;Inês Filipa ( 2.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sAvSDDWRnk8/TrHHNcjFdpI/AAAAAAAABDY/K5Pf-45nwCk/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sAvSDDWRnk8/TrHHNcjFdpI/AAAAAAAABDY/K5Pf-45nwCk/s400/7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha escola houve uma festa do Dia das Bruxas. Gostámos muito da festa do Dia das Bruxas porque houve música e estivemos a fazer&amp;nbsp; uma brincadeira de desfile.&lt;br /&gt;Foi muito divertido e tivemos muita e muita música.&lt;br /&gt;No fim da festa fomos brincar no recreio.&lt;br /&gt;O dia foi muito divertido.&lt;br /&gt;Leandro Nunes ( 2,º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-1780893607065683969?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/1780893607065683969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=1780893607065683969' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1780893607065683969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1780893607065683969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-dia-das-bruxas-halloween-foi.html' title='O Dia das Bruxas ( Halloween) foi comemorado na turma'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-tchW11oLzuI/TrGi0ibuFcI/AAAAAAAABCo/LCol_gtNv5U/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-7534383096368306500</id><published>2011-10-21T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:57:55.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos todos comer fruta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w33ltVqR9UA/TqKWMuHOKeI/AAAAAAAAA88/u-yEeNCoHrY/s1600/digitalizar0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w33ltVqR9UA/TqKWMuHOKeI/AAAAAAAAA88/u-yEeNCoHrY/s1600/digitalizar0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w33ltVqR9UA/TqKWMuHOKeI/AAAAAAAAA88/u-yEeNCoHrY/s200/digitalizar0011.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Durante alguns dias analizámos o livro " Gosto muito de... fruta".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realizámos uma ficha de avaliação e realizámos outros trabalhos como um pequeno texto que escrevemos numa maçã.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente realizámos o nosso painel na sala de aula com alguns dos nossos trabalhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este trabalho está inserido no projeto da " Fruta escolar".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na nossa escola e turma comemos regularmente uma peça de fruta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cORjKGjRtyo/TqHgbSOAhNI/AAAAAAAAA8c/7tW6mtQzB-M/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cORjKGjRtyo/TqHgbSOAhNI/AAAAAAAAA8c/7tW6mtQzB-M/s200/1.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto muito de fruta porque ela tem muitas vitaminas. As vitaminas &lt;br /&gt;das laranjas ajudam a não ter constipações.Gosto muito de laranjas porque&amp;nbsp; tem vitamina C.&lt;br /&gt;As bananas dão para fazer salada de fruta e as maçãs também.&lt;br /&gt;A fruta é boa para os mais pequenos e para os adultos.&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Martins ( 2.º ano, 7 anos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_MzAsrvFB-0/TqHsrE9r98I/AAAAAAAAA8s/Qp8TEg81jVA/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_MzAsrvFB-0/TqHsrE9r98I/AAAAAAAAA8s/Qp8TEg81jVA/s200/3.jpg" style="cursor: move;" unselectable="on" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fruta tem muitas vitaminas. A fruta que eu gosto mais é o dióspiro porque é doce e saboroso.. Mas... eu como de todos os frutos: bananas, pêssegos, maçãs, pêras melão, melancia e muitos mais frutos.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as crianças e adultos devem comer fruta porque faz bem à saúde. as frutas também servem para fazer sumos, doces e vinho com as uvas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A minha avó&amp;nbsp; e a minha madrinha vendem fruta num carro por muitas aldeias. Às vezes eu vou com elas e como alguns frutos mas, lavo&amp;nbsp; primeiro a fruta porque devemos lavar sempre a fruta antes de comer.&lt;br /&gt;Comer fruta dá saúde e faz crescer.&lt;br /&gt;Inês Filipa ( 2.º ano, 7 anos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RhZXViYRnys/TqHmeMxo2bI/AAAAAAAAA8k/jI8kftuk5Zk/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RhZXViYRnys/TqHmeMxo2bI/AAAAAAAAA8k/jI8kftuk5Zk/s200/2.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fruta é muito boa e eu gosto de fruta. a fruta tem vitamina C. É o melhor alimento que eu já provei.&lt;br /&gt;A maçã tem muita água. A laranja tem sumo e é muito boa.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito de fruta principalmente&amp;nbsp; de banana. A banana é grande e amarela.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha escola também me dão fruta. Eu como sempre a fruta toda.&lt;br /&gt;Afonso ( 2.º ano, 7 anos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ueYsz0NFa68/TqKUwV4p0fI/AAAAAAAAA80/UyQMyLDhm78/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ueYsz0NFa68/TqKUwV4p0fI/AAAAAAAAA80/UyQMyLDhm78/s200/4.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de fruta. a minha fruta preferida é o dióspiro. A fruta cresce nas árvores. Às vezes vou com a minha avó apanhar maçãs e nozes. O meu avô gosta muito de fruta porque ela tem muitas vitaminas e faz bem à saúde. as frutas que eu conheço são: banana, maracujá,figo, maçãs,ananás,pêra, pêssego, romã, manga,melão, laranja, clementina, amoras, uva, morango, melancia, papaia, cereja...&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós devemos comer fruta para ficarmos fortes.&lt;br /&gt;Beatriz Lopes ( 2.º ano, 7 anos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O nosso painel de alguns dos trabalhos realizados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MaXVBTmU4-M/TqWYj3dbyWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/b20iv1FN8kI/s1600/fruta.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MaXVBTmU4-M/TqWYj3dbyWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/b20iv1FN8kI/s320/fruta.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="96" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_MzAsrvFB-0/TqHsrE9r98I/AAAAAAAAA8s/Qp8TEg81jVA/s200/3.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 68px; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 474px;" width="81" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-7534383096368306500?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/7534383096368306500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=7534383096368306500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7534383096368306500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7534383096368306500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/10/vamos-todos-comer-fruta.html' title='Vamos todos comer fruta?'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-w33ltVqR9UA/TqKWMuHOKeI/AAAAAAAAA88/u-yEeNCoHrY/s72-c/digitalizar0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-2407661384201914870</id><published>2011-10-15T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T11:58:13.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano -  Comemorações'/><title type='text'>Fomos ao médico para comemorar o Dia Mundial da Alimentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1MX6uKydi2M/TpmLXJADuDI/AAAAAAAAA7s/rWEEtEdNVko/s1600/15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1MX6uKydi2M/TpmLXJADuDI/AAAAAAAAA7s/rWEEtEdNVko/s200/15.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Integrado nas comemorações do Dia Mundial da Alimentação,&amp;nbsp; a nossa turma foi ao médico&amp;nbsp;à Biblioteca Municipal de Penacova. O Doutor Emanuel atendeu vários pacientes, passou receita médica e explicou alguns cuidados de saúde que todos devemos tem em atenção. Tudo a fingir, é claro, mas aprendemos alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"O Figueirinha" regista aqui algumas opiniões de quem foi a esta consulta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alvw3Sl-CI0/Tpl624CRAAI/AAAAAAAAA7E/IUDAb7Zvp9c/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alvw3Sl-CI0/Tpl624CRAAI/AAAAAAAAA7E/IUDAb7Zvp9c/s200/10.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui ao médico com a minha bebé porque ela tinha uma doença. Tinha muitas dores.&amp;nbsp;Ela tinha diarreia e já tinha vomitado muito. O médico receitou um remédio para a bebé tomar e mandou que ela bebesse muita água. No fim passou a receita.&lt;br /&gt;A minha manhã foi muito&amp;nbsp; divertida.&lt;br /&gt;Luana Simões ( 2.º ano, 2.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tiz__jaUZ8c/TpmANQokYJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/qO6fw2QOtMc/s1600/18.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tiz__jaUZ8c/TpmANQokYJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/qO6fw2QOtMc/s200/18.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eu fui a Penacova ao consultório do Doutor Emanuel na Biblioteca Municipal de Penacova. A minha boneca tinha uma dor de barriga e o médico passou-lhe uma receita com comprimidos para ela tomar.&lt;br /&gt;A minha boneca chama-se Laura e eu gosto muito dela.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Gostei muito de ir ao consultório, mas era tudo a brincar. Fiquei muito feliz por a minha boneca ter ficado melhor. O médico era muito divertido e brincalhão. Gostei também do médico ter passado uma receita à minha boneca Laura.&lt;br /&gt;Beatriz Lopes ( 2.º ano, turma 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wh-pSPmr5-A/TpmDNGwAPAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Qxx3yPUGHbw/s1600/16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wh-pSPmr5-A/TpmDNGwAPAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Qxx3yPUGHbw/s200/16.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha bebé teve borbulhas miudinhas.&amp;nbsp; O médico disse que ela estava com muita febre. O médico receitou-lhe "Ben-u-ron". A minha bebé&amp;nbsp; Ema tomou o medicamento nas horas que o médico receitou&amp;nbsp;.Ela também tinha muita febre e o médico colocou-lhe o termómetro para ver a febre.&lt;br /&gt;Beatriz Sofia ( 2.º ano, turma 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8HbPz0SeT1Y/TpmGDNL9OVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/gwR7k-nb79k/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8HbPz0SeT1Y/TpmGDNL9OVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/gwR7k-nb79k/s200/9.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Doutor Emanuel tratou do meu bebé e receitou-lhe um remédio. Ele estava com dores de garganta e barriga. Ele tinha vomitado durante toda a noite.&lt;br /&gt;O&amp;nbsp; dia em que fomos a Penacova é muito importante porque foi para comemorar o Dia Mundial da Saúde. Foi um dia muito divertido.&lt;br /&gt;Inês Filipa ( 2.º ano, turma três)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; O&amp;nbsp; cartaz sobre a nossa visita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzUn33P60G8/Tpm1vzP4YGI/AAAAAAAAA78/mEv8EOJiG1c/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzUn33P60G8/Tpm1vzP4YGI/AAAAAAAAA78/mEv8EOJiG1c/s320/2.JPG" width="320" /&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/3000715563433844092-2407661384201914870?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/2407661384201914870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=2407661384201914870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2407661384201914870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2407661384201914870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/10/fomos-ao-medico-para-comemorar-o-dia.html' title='Fomos ao médico para comemorar o Dia Mundial da Alimentação'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-1MX6uKydi2M/TpmLXJADuDI/AAAAAAAAA7s/rWEEtEdNVko/s72-c/15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-6045852983776474132</id><published>2011-10-14T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T11:41:01.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano -  PNL - Livros'/><title type='text'>Comemorações do Dia Mundial da Alimentação - A dor de dentes do Capuchinho Vermelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXduGLTv-G0/TpmJUGNTrPI/AAAAAAAAA7k/6WW7c4xXCcs/s1600/ler.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXduGLTv-G0/TpmJUGNTrPI/AAAAAAAAA7k/6WW7c4xXCcs/s200/ler.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para comemorar o Dia Mundial da&amp;nbsp;Alimentação a nossa turma, juntamente com outras turmas da escola,&amp;nbsp; fomos à Biblioteca Municipal de Penacova&amp;nbsp;ouvir uma estória sobre os cuidados que devemos ter com os dentes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;" O Figueirinha" , regista aqui algumas opiniões dos alunos do 2.º ano, turma 3&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A mãe do Capuchinho Vermelho mandou-a ir a casa da sua avozinha&amp;nbsp; dar-lhes muitos doces num cestinho. Quando ela chegou a casa da sua avozinha já tinha comido tudo pelo caminho. Ela ia com uma grande dores de dentes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7TIIkvChBQ/TpifHNcZVkI/AAAAAAAAA6k/RNFlq6RrIvU/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7TIIkvChBQ/TpifHNcZVkI/AAAAAAAAA6k/RNFlq6RrIvU/s200/1.JPG" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A avozinha chamou o lobo que era médico dos dentes. O lobo conseguiu tirar a dor de dentes ao Capuchinho Vermelho. A avozinha disse então à sua neta que ela só podia comer doces nas férias para não ficar com dor de dentes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O Capuchinho Vermelho voltou para sua casa. Quando chegou a casa foi descansar porque já estava cansada de vir a pé e adormeceu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi um dia bem passado para o Capuchinho Vermelho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ricardo ( 2.º ano, turma 3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQuL_nfIXfo/TpimcxuucYI/AAAAAAAAA6s/_8au-N1n0Ko/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQuL_nfIXfo/TpimcxuucYI/AAAAAAAAA6s/_8au-N1n0Ko/s320/2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gostei muito de ir a Penacova porque vi uma estória sobre o capuchinho vermelho que tinha uma dor de dentes. Na estória havia a avó, a mãe do Capuchinho Vermelho e o lobo que era dentista. Estava muita gente a ver esta estória.&lt;br /&gt;David Rafael ( 2,º ano, turma 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RghHzd7znk/TpitG-hsKXI/AAAAAAAAA60/0kdH5hIs53E/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RghHzd7znk/TpitG-hsKXI/AAAAAAAAA60/0kdH5hIs53E/s200/1.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fomos à Biblioteca de Penacova. Vimos que o capochinho Vermelho ficou com dor de dentes. Era uma estória de fantoches. Eram quatro os&amp;nbsp; fantoches: a mãe,o capichinho Vermelho, a avó e o doutor lobo.&lt;br /&gt;A estória era muito bonita com fantoches bonitos. Gostei muito desta estória.&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Peça ( 2.º ano, turma 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGwbjWNXCjk/TpiuW0RQLDI/AAAAAAAAA68/dZHyNHRFKlU/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGwbjWNXCjk/TpiuW0RQLDI/AAAAAAAAA68/dZHyNHRFKlU/s200/2.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui ver um teatro à Biblioteca de Penacova. Os fantoches do teatro são de brincar. Eles são feitos à mão. Gostei muito desta estória.&lt;br /&gt;David Luís ( 2.º ano, turma 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;O nosso cartaz sobre a visita à Biblioteca de Penacova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--hT7seeALSY/TpmzasnBQSI/AAAAAAAAA70/vdZdT0PR8BY/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--hT7seeALSY/TpmzasnBQSI/AAAAAAAAA70/vdZdT0PR8BY/s320/1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/3000715563433844092-6045852983776474132?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/6045852983776474132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=6045852983776474132' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/6045852983776474132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/6045852983776474132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/10/comemoracoes-do-dia-mundial-da-saude-o.html' title='Comemorações do Dia Mundial da Alimentação - A dor de dentes do Capuchinho Vermelho'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-aXduGLTv-G0/TpmJUGNTrPI/AAAAAAAAA7k/6WW7c4xXCcs/s72-c/ler.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-1772071241326213113</id><published>2011-10-07T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T11:53:09.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano -  PNL - Livros'/><title type='text'>Boas maneiras na escola- Um livro analisado pela turma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTeSxnGSRRA/To9ZbL2NotI/AAAAAAAAA30/IWcAM1CPDik/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTeSxnGSRRA/To9ZbL2NotI/AAAAAAAAA30/IWcAM1CPDik/s200/1.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CX2cN-bpvMc/TpAaV5pj8mI/AAAAAAAAA4M/5oh7K_TBiXI/s1600/digitalizar0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CX2cN-bpvMc/TpAaV5pj8mI/AAAAAAAAA4M/5oh7K_TBiXI/s200/digitalizar0004.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nas aulas de fomação cívica a turma analisou este livro. O livro foi lido pelo professor e pelos alunos e estudado a nivel de turma. A partir dele fizeram-se alguns trabalhos e os alunos tiraram as suas conclusões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L6qQLYRI-wY/To9Z00ZFa1I/AAAAAAAAA34/_uyTcCw-yHE/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L6qQLYRI-wY/To9Z00ZFa1I/AAAAAAAAA34/_uyTcCw-yHE/s320/2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HygjKgjOdmI/To9eiRPnZ3I/AAAAAAAAA4A/yxKRWRLNgzI/s1600/digitalizar0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HygjKgjOdmI/To9eiRPnZ3I/AAAAAAAAA4A/yxKRWRLNgzI/s320/digitalizar0001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ter boas maneiras é&amp;nbsp;emprestar os lápis a quem não tem.&amp;nbsp;É limpar a mesa&amp;nbsp; quando acabamos de pintar. É colocar o dedo no ar quando queremos falar na sala de aula. e não tentar copiar nas fichas.&lt;br /&gt;Leandro Rodrigues ( 2.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eTkcaYgzDkU/TpAYZaYm_tI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Y70Fm3fKMV0/s1600/digitalizar0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eTkcaYgzDkU/TpAYZaYm_tI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Y70Fm3fKMV0/s320/digitalizar0001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pedir para falar é ter boas maneiras na escola.&lt;br /&gt;O David&amp;nbsp; e o&amp;nbsp; Afonso fazem fila para entrar na sala de aula.&lt;br /&gt;David Luís ( 2.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Painel de alguns dos nossos trabalhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvv4Z728aIA/TpM-sg1spKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/hLAxc4IlbMI/s1600/escola.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvv4Z728aIA/TpM-sg1spKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/hLAxc4IlbMI/s400/escola.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/3000715563433844092-1772071241326213113?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/1772071241326213113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=1772071241326213113' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1772071241326213113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1772071241326213113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/10/boas-maneiras-na-escola-um-livro.html' title='Boas maneiras na escola- Um livro analisado pela turma'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-vTeSxnGSRRA/To9ZbL2NotI/AAAAAAAAA30/IWcAM1CPDik/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-1824947996684010999</id><published>2011-09-30T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:25:39.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano- jogos'/><title type='text'>Jogos tradicionais jogados na escola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D5C0J6wJACA/ToYguy46dqI/AAAAAAAAA3o/5N5ZFhtaMQY/s1600/jogo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D5C0J6wJACA/ToYguy46dqI/AAAAAAAAA3o/5N5ZFhtaMQY/s320/jogo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na nossa escola tenho um jogo preferido que é o jogo das estatátuas. Eu costumo jogar com as minhas amigas e com os gémios que são brincalhões.&lt;br /&gt;Também gosto do jogo das sereias. &lt;br /&gt;Inês Filipa ( 2,º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que gosto mais de jogar na escola é aos cavalos e às motas. Jogo com o David Coelho, o Diogo e com o David Mendes.&lt;br /&gt;No jogo dos cavalos nós somos dois cavalos e um dono que segura os cavalos para eles não fugirem.&lt;br /&gt;No jogo das motas andamos a correr de um lado para o outro.&lt;br /&gt;È assim que nos divertimos todos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Tiago José ( 2,º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha escola jogo com o Tiago aos cavalos com o David Coelho e com o Diogo. Também brincamos às escondidas e às apanhadas. Também faço partidas de corridas.&lt;br /&gt;O que mais&amp;nbsp; gosto de fazer é jogar à bola&amp;nbsp; e aos policias e ladrões.&lt;br /&gt;David Rafael ( 2.º ano)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-1824947996684010999?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/1824947996684010999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=1824947996684010999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1824947996684010999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1824947996684010999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/09/jogos-tradicionais-jogados-na-escola.html' title='Jogos tradicionais jogados na escola'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-D5C0J6wJACA/ToYguy46dqI/AAAAAAAAA3o/5N5ZFhtaMQY/s72-c/jogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-823597157433837949</id><published>2011-09-17T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:22:09.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.º ano -  Publicações'/><title type='text'>A turma do 2.º ano edita DVD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BJQPPn61pFs/TnTO2a8qsgI/AAAAAAAAA3c/iP9RB1c37D4/s1600/DVD.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BJQPPn61pFs/TnTO2a8qsgI/AAAAAAAAA3c/iP9RB1c37D4/s320/DVD.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A turma três do 2.º ano da escola de Figueira de Lorvão&amp;nbsp;acaba de editar um DVD.&amp;nbsp;Este DVD é formado por uma dezena de pequenos vídeos ligados ao PNL- Plano Nacional da Leitura com trabalhos realizados pelos alunos. De referir&amp;nbsp; a inclusão de registos de estórias contadas pelos alunos(1.º ano)&amp;nbsp;incluindo uma estória em sombras chinesas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Inclui&amp;nbsp; também outros registos&amp;nbsp; de trabalhos realizados ao longo do ano pelos alunos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Este DVD saiu no dia 15 de Setembro com a presença dos Encarregados de Educação desta turma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-823597157433837949?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/823597157433837949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=823597157433837949' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/823597157433837949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/823597157433837949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/09/turma-do-2-ano-edita-dvd.html' title='A turma do 2.º ano edita DVD'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-BJQPPn61pFs/TnTO2a8qsgI/AAAAAAAAA3c/iP9RB1c37D4/s72-c/DVD.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-2906033968774494363</id><published>2011-09-10T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:33:45.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abertura do ano letivo 2011-2112</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hxbwn5xEw0E/Tmu5xX8xv5I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/lVtperfeiio/s1600/Escola.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hxbwn5xEw0E/Tmu5xX8xv5I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/lVtperfeiio/s1600/Escola.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No próximo dia 15 de Setembro, pelas 9 horas, abrirá o novo ano letivo. Lá estarei para Vos receber assim como a todos os&amp;nbsp; Encarregados de Educação. É bom voltar à escola.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-2906033968774494363?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/2906033968774494363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=2906033968774494363' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2906033968774494363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2906033968774494363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/09/abertura-do-ano-letivo-2011-2112.html' title='Abertura do ano letivo 2011-2112'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-Hxbwn5xEw0E/Tmu5xX8xv5I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/lVtperfeiio/s72-c/Escola.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-3842917448859578738</id><published>2011-06-23T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:25:22.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  Atividades escolares'/><title type='text'>Festa de encerramento do ano letivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;A escola, com a colaboração dos encarregados de educação organizou a sua festa de encerramento de ano letivo. Houve teatro de sombras e de fantoches, várias peças de teatro, muitas canções&amp;nbsp;, música ambiente e um lanche partilhado. Foi assim a festa de encerramento do ano letivo dos meninos da EB1 de Figueira de Lorvão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;"O Figueirinha" regista assim as opiniões dos meninos da turma do 1.º B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZWw6YQWeiw/TgOFEEdczKI/AAAAAAAAA2k/B4wW47O9Pck/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZWw6YQWeiw/TgOFEEdczKI/AAAAAAAAA2k/B4wW47O9Pck/s320/1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu gostei de fazer o Teatro de Sombras para os nossos pais e colegas de escola. Também gostei de cantar as músicas do professor de música e da professora de inglês. Gostei de comer bolos&amp;nbsp;, batatas fritas e&amp;nbsp;de brincar com a Inês Filipa&amp;nbsp; e com o meu primo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beatriz Alves ( 1.º ano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu gostei de ver o Teatro de Sombras.&amp;nbsp;A minha mãe&amp;nbsp; tirou fotografias a mim e ao Teatro de Sombras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Rafael ( 1.º ano)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu gostei mais da comida no fim da festa. Também gostei de ler o papel que apresentava o Teatro de Sombras. Gostei de apanhar os pratos de papel que estavam no chão e de apanhar o lixo no fim da festa. Eu ajudei a minha mãe a apanhar o lixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Coelho ( 1.º ano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SWqCeD-Mb0/TgOFcmwsbZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/2FOJhSMR5XA/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SWqCeD-Mb0/TgOFcmwsbZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/2FOJhSMR5XA/s320/2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gostei muito de correr e&amp;nbsp;de brincar com o David Mendes e de cantar a música do Mestre André. Adorei o Teatro de Sombras&amp;nbsp; e o Teatro de fantoches dos meninos do 1.º e 2.º A. Gostei de comer no final da festa. Foi uma festa muito divertida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiago José ( 1.º B)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na festa o José Miguel brincou comigo. O Miguel gostou muito de cantar . O Miguel gostou muito do comer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miguel Monteiro (1.º B)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei de cantar para os pais. também gostei do teatro de Sombras. Gostei muito de lanchar com os meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricardo Martins ( 1.º B)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-auPWcAM-Oss/TgOFvsg-RdI/AAAAAAAAA2s/8i4XskP22V8/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-auPWcAM-Oss/TgOFvsg-RdI/AAAAAAAAA2s/8i4XskP22V8/s320/3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O David gostou de tirar fotografias com a mãe. o teatro de sombras foi bonito. o meu professor tirou muitas fotografias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Luís (1.º B)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei do lanche que estava na mesa. Também gostei das músicas que eu e os meus colegas cantaram. No final fui para o palco e cantei com a minha amiga Inês ao microfone.&lt;br /&gt;Luana Beatriz&amp;nbsp;( 1.º B)&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei mais do Teatro de Sombras. Foi muito bonito. O meu professor organizou isto tudo. No fim deste teatro eu e a Beatriz Alves, a Inês Filipa, a Ana Salomé, e a Luana brincámos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tirei fotografias aos meus amigos. o meu irmão gravou o Teatro de Sombras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beatriz Sofia ( 1.º ano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-uR5rdzh-8/TgOGJ_VK1tI/AAAAAAAAA2w/61zzgcO4w2g/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-uR5rdzh-8/TgOGJ_VK1tI/AAAAAAAAA2w/61zzgcO4w2g/s320/4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei de cantar e de participar no Teatro de Sombras. também gostei do lanche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro Martins( 1.º B)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei de cantar. Gostei do Teatro de Sombras. gostei de ouvir o David a apresentar o Teatro de sombras. Eu gostei do comer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Miguel ( 1.º B)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha mãe e a minha prima&amp;nbsp; gostaram de me ver cantar na festa da escola e também do Teatro de Sombras.&lt;br /&gt;Que festa tão divertida!&lt;br /&gt;No final lanchámos&amp;nbsp; no telheiro ao ar livre. Ainda tive tempo de jogar à bola.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia muito divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leandro Rodrigues ( 1.º B&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tMMBYVztLA/TgOGtvF4biI/AAAAAAAAA20/fD7EOX_WH9o/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tMMBYVztLA/TgOGtvF4biI/AAAAAAAAA20/fD7EOX_WH9o/s320/5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei de ver o nosso "Teatro de sombras" e de ouvir o David Coelho a apresentar este teatro.&lt;br /&gt;Gostei muito do comer. Gostei de cantar as canções. também gostei de ver o teatro de fantoches do segundo ano e de brincar com os meus colegas.&lt;br /&gt;gostei muito da festa da escola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristiano Peça ( 1.º B)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR1ST_K2UpI/TgOHLcFLHXI/AAAAAAAAA24/3jXsXZV_B8s/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR1ST_K2UpI/TgOHLcFLHXI/AAAAAAAAA24/3jXsXZV_B8s/s320/6.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando eu cheguei á festa vi as minhas amigas Beatriz Alves, Inês e a Luana. Depois fomos fazer o Teatro de sombras.&amp;nbsp;foi muito bonito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais tarde fomos comer. comemos bolos e outras coisas boas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi uma diversão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ana Salomé ( 1.º B)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69rM-4chaYc/TgOHpqrcuQI/AAAAAAAAA28/povSHyCLoIE/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69rM-4chaYc/TgOHpqrcuQI/AAAAAAAAA28/povSHyCLoIE/s320/7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu gostei de cantar&amp;nbsp; de brincar e de ouvir música na nossa festa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diogo Miguel ( 1.º B)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf_hF3XKEo8/TgOH9nN4maI/AAAAAAAAA3A/p9FBeZUBBVM/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf_hF3XKEo8/TgOH9nN4maI/AAAAAAAAA3A/p9FBeZUBBVM/s320/8.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A Maria Inês cantou muito bem na festa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2S8PIsJHNio/TgOIVKTs6zI/AAAAAAAAA3E/iU9FvRYCgzM/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2S8PIsJHNio/TgOIVKTs6zI/AAAAAAAAA3E/iU9FvRYCgzM/s320/9.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O que eu gostei mais foi de cantar no microfone com a Luana. Nós fizemos um "Teatro de Sombras. Ela chamava-se" A Pomba e a Formiga"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;H cheia&amp;nbsp; haviam muitas mesas cheias de comida, sumos, gelatina...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi um dia muito divertido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inês ( 1.º B)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9cBoUqszIs/TgOItOINQmI/AAAAAAAAA3I/tvGJPXwPDmw/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9cBoUqszIs/TgOItOINQmI/AAAAAAAAA3I/tvGJPXwPDmw/s320/10.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gostei muito de cantar com o meu professor de música.&lt;br /&gt;Lá na escola o meu irmão caiu mas não se aleijou. A parte que eu mais gostei foi o "Teatro de Sombras". &lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, o meu pai e minha mãe foram-se embora comigo e com o meu irmão.&lt;br /&gt;Este dia na escola foi muito divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afonso Carvalho (1.º B)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LM4MwENy4Z0/TgOJDUxD7rI/AAAAAAAAA3M/UZ_l3Czrb9U/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LM4MwENy4Z0/TgOJDUxD7rI/AAAAAAAAA3M/UZ_l3Czrb9U/s320/11.JPG" width="320" /&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/3000715563433844092-3842917448859578738?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/3842917448859578738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=3842917448859578738' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/3842917448859578738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/3842917448859578738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/06/festa-de-encerramento-do-ano-letivo.html' title='Festa de encerramento do ano letivo'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-_ZWw6YQWeiw/TgOFEEdczKI/AAAAAAAAA2k/B4wW47O9Pck/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-3666996408733488897</id><published>2011-06-20T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T14:18:09.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  Primeiras estórias'/><title type='text'>As aventuras do caracol Filipe - 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O caracol Filipe recebeu uma prenda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Numa&amp;nbsp; bela manhã de primavera, o caracol Filipe saiu para passear pela mata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dWgzXz0rxQ/Tf-vjH9YRGI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/C9wWOZPZyuc/s1600/digitalizar0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dWgzXz0rxQ/Tf-vjH9YRGI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/C9wWOZPZyuc/s200/digitalizar0001.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Na mata viu um outro amigo caracol. Eles foram os dois lanchar a cada da avó do caracol &amp;nbsp;Filipe. Quando chegaram a casa da avó já tinham o lanche feito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Que lanche tão delicioso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No fim de lancharem foram até a casa do avô António. O avô António deu-lhes&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; um carro de brincar. Os dois foram brincar para o jardim. No jardim haviam muitas flores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de brincarem foram&amp;nbsp; novamente para casa do avó do caracol Filipe. Eles levarem os seus carrinhos de brincar. Iam muito felizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leandro Nunes ( 1.º ano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A festa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O caracol Filipe vivia na sua carapaça. O caracol ia sempre passear no meio das flores e comia erva. Um dia, foi passear à aldeia dos caracóis onde encontrou os seus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AmFWxEmeIk/Tf-1PNi8vZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/hV5feLI7woE/s1600/In%25C3%25AAs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AmFWxEmeIk/Tf-1PNi8vZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/hV5feLI7woE/s200/In%25C3%25AAs.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O caracol e os seus amigos fizeram uma festa com bolos, música, foguetes e fitas. Eles receberam muitas prendas. Uma prenda foi uma bola e a outra foi umas raquetes.&lt;br /&gt;os amigos disseram:&lt;br /&gt;- Que prendas tão bonitas!&lt;br /&gt;O&amp;nbsp;caracol respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- Pois são.&lt;br /&gt;No fim da festa foram para casa brincar com as prendas.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia muito divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inês Filipa ( 1.º ano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O caracol e o macaco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2SRjlbI0ATk/Tf-48CfDerI/AAAAAAAAA2g/vkvWJQnTD68/s1600/Afonso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2SRjlbI0ATk/Tf-48CfDerI/AAAAAAAAA2g/vkvWJQnTD68/s200/Afonso.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Num belo dia, um caracol que vivia na floresta foi passear pela floresta. Na floresta viu o seu amigo macaco.&amp;nbsp;O macaco andava nas árvores a dançar mas...desequilibrou-se e caiu da árvore.&amp;nbsp;O caracol achou piada do macaco ter caído da árvore e começou a rir-se. O macaco não achou piada e começou a chorar. Então, o caracol também ficou triste e também começou a chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Passado uns minutos os dois resolveram fazerem as pazes, pedindo desculpa um ao outro. Elas ficaram muito amigos&lt;br /&gt;Afonso Carvalho ( 1.º ano)&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/3000715563433844092-3666996408733488897?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/3666996408733488897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=3666996408733488897' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/3666996408733488897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/3666996408733488897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-caracol-filipe-3.html' title='As aventuras do caracol Filipe - 3'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-1dWgzXz0rxQ/Tf-vjH9YRGI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/C9wWOZPZyuc/s72-c/digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-1118975461455481662</id><published>2011-06-19T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:18:12.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  Primeiras estórias'/><title type='text'>As aventura do caracol Filipe- 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O caracol Filipe ajudou um macaco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Certo dia, um caracol que vivia numa floresta, decidiu ir passeara à mata. O caracol Filipe lembrou-se que os seus primos viviam na mata e decidiu ir&amp;nbsp; ir a casa deles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GZn192hZUho/Tf30IlpncNI/AAAAAAAAA2I/xlVta4AikBo/s1600/Cristiano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GZn192hZUho/Tf30IlpncNI/AAAAAAAAA2I/xlVta4AikBo/s200/Cristiano.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na mata, os seus primos deram-lhe comer e água e eles também comeram e beberam água. Os primos do caracol Filipe ficaram muito&amp;nbsp; contentes por o Filipe lá ter&amp;nbsp; comido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais tarde, o Filipe voltou para sua casa. No caminho viu um macaco que estava a trepar uma árvore. O macaco caíu da árvore e aleijou-se. O caracol foi logo ajudar o macaco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O macaco ficou muito feliz por o caracol o ter ajudado. O macaco e o caracol ficaram amigos para sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristiano Rodrigies ( 1.º ano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O caracol Filipe foi à piscina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caracol Filipe vivia numa casinha de folhas.Um dia decidiu ir passear pela mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XLmfVh90Mew/Tf4bE-E-qfI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Od48w4mN9WI/s1600/Beatiz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XLmfVh90Mew/Tf4bE-E-qfI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Od48w4mN9WI/s200/Beatiz.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;passado uma hora de passeio decidiu ir à cidade dos caracóis. Na cidade encontrou os seus amigos. O caracol disse para os seus amigos:&lt;br /&gt;- Amigos, estão bons?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, estamos.&lt;br /&gt;Então resolveram irem todos para a piscina tomarem banho e nadarem.&lt;br /&gt;À noite foram para suas casas. Foi um dia muiti feliz para o caracol Filipe.&lt;br /&gt;Beatriz Carvalho ( 1.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;O caracol vai para a piscina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YgRfOa92YS0/Tf4ewpjpJBI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/0TPH5OeWAdY/s1600/Tiago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YgRfOa92YS0/Tf4ewpjpJBI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/0TPH5OeWAdY/s200/Tiago.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O caracol Filipe vivia num belo jardim. Um dia, resolveu ir para muito longe da casa onde vivia.&lt;br /&gt;O caracol Filipe decidiu fazer uma bela casinha de folhas. Depois resolveu ir para o parque especial dos escorregas&amp;nbsp;dos caracóis. Em seguida vestiu o fato de banho para escorregar no escorrega com água e atirou-se para a piscina.&lt;br /&gt;Nadou muito na piscina. Depois saiu da piscina e foi para a toalha para se secar.&lt;br /&gt;O caracol estava muito feliz porque gostou muito do escorrega da piscina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiago Oliveira( 1.º ano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRF5jwvKBeo/Tf5nW6lMTtI/AAAAAAAAA2U/JyLqt2vouC0/s1600/Ricardo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRF5jwvKBeo/Tf5nW6lMTtI/AAAAAAAAA2U/JyLqt2vouC0/s200/Ricardo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O caracol Filipe foi jogar às escondidas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Certo dia, o caracol Filipe saiu de casa e foi até à mata brincar com os seus amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O caracol Filipe, na mata, foi chamar os seus amigos que andavam a brincar. Eles vieram todos a correr para junto do caracol Filipe para brincarem juntos. A brincadeira deles foi o jogo das escondidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No fim do jogo eles foram embora para suas casas. Quando chegaram a suas casas foram logo comer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi um grande dia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricardo Martins( 1.º ano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-1118975461455481662?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/1118975461455481662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=1118975461455481662' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1118975461455481662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1118975461455481662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-aventura-do-caracol-filipe-2.html' title='As aventura do caracol Filipe- 2'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-GZn192hZUho/Tf30IlpncNI/AAAAAAAAA2I/xlVta4AikBo/s72-c/Cristiano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-2835971657069704303</id><published>2011-06-18T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T08:55:11.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  Primeiras estórias'/><title type='text'>As aventuras do caracol Filipe - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O caracol Filipe não gosta de estar preso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O caracol Filipe vivia na floresta. Um dia, o caracol decidiu ir passear para o campo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No campo o caracol viu um menino muito bonito e disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- O que é que andas a fazer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Ando a passear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Também vou contigo passear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fcjHna2YQSo/TfzDpWC9a0I/AAAAAAAAA1w/bDp4M_U-hPU/s1600/Pedro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fcjHna2YQSo/TfzDpWC9a0I/AAAAAAAAA1w/bDp4M_U-hPU/s320/Pedro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O menino gostou muito do caracol.&amp;nbsp;O menino levou-o para a sua casa.&amp;nbsp;O caracol gostou da casa do menino. O menino colocou o caracol numa casota. O caracol Filipe não gostou de estar preso e começou a chorar. Então, o menino teve pena do dele e soltou-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi um grande dia para o caracol Filipe pois estava novamente livre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pedro Martins ( 1.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O caracol Filipe foi jogar às escondidas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vnGDbyTrcCQ/TfzGGymlqwI/AAAAAAAAA10/9eiSrrAnbsM/s1600/Rafael.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vnGDbyTrcCQ/TfzGGymlqwI/AAAAAAAAA10/9eiSrrAnbsM/s200/Rafael.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Num certo dia, o caracol Filipe foi visitar os seus amigos caracóis&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;que viviam na erva.&lt;br /&gt;O Filipe e os seus amigos brincaram nas folhas às escondidas. Depois foram comer folhas muito verdinhas. Em seguida foram&amp;nbsp;para o&amp;nbsp;o sol.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou a noite foram para suas casas.&lt;br /&gt;David Rafael ( 1.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A festa dos caracóis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O caracol Filipe vivia numa casa muito grande. o caracol resolveu dar uma festa com os seus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Ad09cdqeKY/TfzViFj-OmI/AAAAAAAAA14/6v0er8kRXy4/s1600/Ana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Ad09cdqeKY/TfzViFj-OmI/AAAAAAAAA14/6v0er8kRXy4/s200/Ana.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;um dos amigos era o Fini, o outro era o Pedro, e&amp;nbsp; a outra era a Mónica. Eles jogaram à macaca e aos dados. Foi uma diversão.&lt;br /&gt;Durante a festa comeram dezoito biscoitos. No dia seguinte ficaram doentes com dores de barriga. Foram ao médico e ficaram na cama uma semana.&lt;br /&gt;Passado essa semana ficaram bons e resolveram irem para a praia. No fim do dia voltaram para suas casas.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia muito divertido para os caracóis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ana Salomé ( 1.º ano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTalTR9cCdA/Tfzzx8VYe_I/AAAAAAAAA18/08z6Na7IuTk/s1600/Luana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTalTR9cCdA/Tfzzx8VYe_I/AAAAAAAAA18/08z6Na7IuTk/s320/Luana.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O caracol Filipe tornou-se amigo de um macaquito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;O caracol Filipe vivia na sua carapaça.&amp;nbsp;O caracol foi passear até à casa da Luana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;O caracol encontrou em casa uma menina que se chamava Luana. O caracol Filipe gostou muito dela. Eles foram passear. No passeio encontraram um macaco bebé. Todos os dias a Luana dava leite ao macaquito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;O caracol Filipe gostou muito do macaco bebé&amp;nbsp; e tornaram-se muito amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luana Simões ( 1.º ano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O caracol Filipe foi&amp;nbsp; passear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia, um caracol&amp;nbsp; Filipe que vivia na floresta encontrou a sua amiga raposa.&lt;br /&gt;O caracol brincou com a raposa. Mais tarde&amp;nbsp; a raposa foi para a sua casa dormir.&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte o caracol Filipe foi para junto dos seus amigos. O caracol convidou os seus amigos para irem dar uma volta para muito longe.&lt;br /&gt;Passado umas horas o caracol Filipe ficou muito cansado e dormiu na floresta. O caracol Filipe nunca mais conseguiu encontrar a sua casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diogo Santos ( 1.º ano)&lt;/strong&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/3000715563433844092-2835971657069704303?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/2835971657069704303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=2835971657069704303' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2835971657069704303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2835971657069704303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-aventuras-do-caracol-filipe-1.html' title='As aventuras do caracol Filipe - 1'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-fcjHna2YQSo/TfzDpWC9a0I/AAAAAAAAA1w/bDp4M_U-hPU/s72-c/Pedro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-1505727777809468665</id><published>2011-06-17T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T09:43:06.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  Atividades escolares'/><title type='text'>A festa de encerramento do ano é no dia 21 de junho</title><content type='html'>O ano letivo está quase a terminar. Vamos realizar a nossa festa de encerramento de ano lectivo no próximo dia 21 de junho, a partir das 15h.&lt;br /&gt;Vai haver muita música, canções, peças de teatro e muitas outras surpresas.&lt;br /&gt;A nossa turma, o 1.º B, vai apresentar uma peça de Teatro de Sombras, "&amp;nbsp;A pomba e a formiga". É a nossa primeira peça de teatro. &lt;br /&gt;O convite que fazemos é para os Encarregados de educação e para as pessoas que queiram assistir. Esperamos que venham muitas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Este convívio termina com um lanche partilhado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-1505727777809468665?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/1505727777809468665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=1505727777809468665' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1505727777809468665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1505727777809468665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/06/festa-de-encerramento-do-ano-e-no-dia.html' title='A festa de encerramento do ano é no dia 21 de junho'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-8658201504665759845</id><published>2011-06-12T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:37:05.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  Primeiras estórias'/><title type='text'>Estórias da formiga Rabiga - 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img height="109" id="il_fi" src="http://www.bestgraph.com/gifs/animaux/fourmis/fourmis-07.gif" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="123" /&gt;Certo dia, uma formiga pequenina foi passear para o campo e viu as suas amigas. A formiga e as suas amigas formaram um novo formigueiro muito bonito. Esta formiga ia&amp;nbsp; sempre passar ao campo para encontrar comida. A formiga encontrou uma maçã. Então, foi dizer às outras formigas que tinha encontrado uma maçã e as formigas foram todas atrás dela buscar a maçã. As formigas conseguiram levar a maçã para o formigueiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De um dia para o outro comeram um grande bocado de maçã. Elas comiam, comiam...&amp;nbsp; Um dia, acabou a maçã. As formigas ficaram muito gordas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inês Filipa&amp;nbsp; (1.º ano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;Era uma vez uma formiga que tinha um formigueiro e nesse formigueiro viviam muitas formigas.&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia, a formiga foi passear com as outras formigas pelo campo. elas perderam-se e ficaram muito tristes.&lt;br /&gt;Passado&amp;nbsp; uns dias um menino encontrou as formigas cheias de frio e levou-as para o seu formigueiro. As formigas ficaram contentes.&lt;br /&gt;Tiago Oliveira (1.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Num belo dia, a formiga Rabiga foi buscar comida&amp;nbsp;à mata. Na mata viu pão e levou-o para a sua casa para comer. A formiga Rabiga comeu muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passado uns dias, a formiga Rabiga viu a cadela da Luana e do David. A formiga picou a cadela. A cadela fugiu logo para a sua casa. A cadela quando chegou a casa foi logo para a sua casota com medo da Formiga Rabiga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Mendes ( 1.º ano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-8658201504665759845?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/8658201504665759845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=8658201504665759845' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8658201504665759845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8658201504665759845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/06/estorias-da-formiga-rabiga-3.html' title='Estórias da formiga Rabiga - 3'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-4644593298244559142</id><published>2011-06-10T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:34:11.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  Primeiras estórias'/><title type='text'>Estórias da formiga Rabiga - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Num belo dia, a formiga Rabiga foi apanhar frutos para o inverno e viu que &amp;nbsp;a sua amiga cigarra não parava de tocar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Certo dia, a cigarra não tinha nada para comer e foi ter com a sua amiga formiga.&amp;nbsp;A formiga não ajudou. a cigarra e ela &amp;nbsp;foi para a sua casa muito triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="175" id="il_fi" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4a3AgjGWbyc/S9EJH89tCII/AAAAAAAAB00/aFSsmgSiFK4/s320/fa_formiga2.gif" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passado uns dias, a cigarra foi outra vez a casa da formiga Rabiga.&amp;nbsp;A cigarra decidiu ir pela chaminé da formiga Rabiga. Mas... a formiga tinha uma telha partida e viu a cigarra que estava a preparar-se para descer pela chaminé. Então, a formiga disse&amp;nbsp;à cigarra para se ir embora &amp;nbsp;mas, como a formiga era boa deu-lhe um bocadinho de pão. A cigarra agradeceu e foi muito feliz para sua casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beatriz Alves&amp;nbsp;( 1.º ano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma formiga vivia numa casa que se chamava formigueiro. Um dia ,uma menina passou por ali e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Olá formiga Rabiga?&lt;br /&gt;Olá menina, estás boa?&lt;br /&gt;A formiga Rabiga foi passear com a menina. A menina levou-a para a sua casa. A menina deu-lhe água e uma maçã para ela comer. A formiga Rabiga ficou muito feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luana Simões ( 1.º ano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Num belo dia,&amp;nbsp; uma amiga da formiga Rabiga foi ao seu formigueiro.&amp;nbsp;A formiga Rabiga fez um bolo para a sua amiga. A amiga da formiga disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Que bom está este bolo!&lt;br /&gt;Depois de comerem um bocado de bolo decidiram irem trabalhar. Carregaram bocados de comida para o formigueiro.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou a noite comeram e foram para a cama.&lt;br /&gt;A formiga Rabiga&amp;nbsp;é uma boa trabalhadora e amigas dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beatriz Sofia (1.º ano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-4644593298244559142?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/4644593298244559142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=4644593298244559142' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4644593298244559142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4644593298244559142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/06/eetorias-da-formiga-rabiga-2.html' title='Estórias da formiga Rabiga - 2'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_4a3AgjGWbyc/S9EJH89tCII/AAAAAAAAB00/aFSsmgSiFK4/s72-c/fa_formiga2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-995456618368638088</id><published>2011-06-07T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:47:07.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  Primeiras estórias'/><title type='text'>Estórias da formiga Rabiga -1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CkH_DbrzOHg/Te6Eawf7lzI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Fwa_VuEGo4g/s1600/gifs_formiga%255B1%255D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CkH_DbrzOHg/Te6Eawf7lzI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Fwa_VuEGo4g/s1600/gifs_formiga%255B1%255D.gif" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Certo dia, a formiga Rabiga foi até à cidade. Na cidade viu um formigueiro. Então, foi almoçar a esse formigueiro. Ela gostou muito do almoço. Depois almoço foi passear. Quando acabou de passear foi para o seu formigueiro &amp;nbsp;mas... uma formiga sua amiga não estava lá. Ela tinha ido passear para o campo. A formiga Rabiga&amp;nbsp; ficou muito triste e chorou muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;À tarde chegou a formiga sua amiga. A formiga Rabiga ficou muito contente porque a sua amiga tinha voltado.&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Martins ( 1.º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Num belo dia, a formiga Rabiga foi passear ao campo &amp;nbsp;com o seu formigueiro. No passeio, uma formiga caiu&amp;nbsp;à água. As formigas tentaram&amp;nbsp; ajudá-la mas não conseguiam. Então, as formigas foram buscar folhas para a ajudar. A formiga&amp;nbsp; subiu para uma folha e conseguiu salvar-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Todas as formigas foram então para o seu formigueiro muito contentes por terem salvo a formiga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cristiano Rodrigues ( 1,º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Numa bela manhã de Verão a formiga Rabiga saiu do seu formigueiro para ir apanhar folhas e frutos para comer. Quando chegou o almoço foi comer um pouco. No fim de comer a formiga Rabiga foi dizer às outras formigas que tinha encontrado comida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gifmania.com.pt/insetos/hormigas/ant_carry_leaf_md_wht.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="69" id="il_fi" src="http://www.gifmania.com.pt/insetos/hormigas/ant_carry_leaf_md_wht.gif" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando as&amp;nbsp; formigas souberam foram logo para o sítio onde a formiga rabiga tinha encontrado comida.Comeram um bocado e disseram:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Que&amp;nbsp; folhas e comida tão boa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As formigas regressaram ao seu formigueiro com alguma comida e foram logo dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte, as formigas sairam do seu formigueiro para arranjarem comida para todo o Inverno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Leandro Rodrigues (1.º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ********************&lt;/div&gt;Certo dia, numa bela manhã, a formiga Rabiga foi passear com os seus amigos. Mas... uma formiga ficou com sede. Então, a formiga Rabiga levou essa formiga a um lago para beber água. &lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde foram para a cidade e&amp;nbsp;um carro atropelou a formiga Rabiga. As outras formiga fugiram para o formigueiro e assim ficaram salvas dos carros. &lt;br /&gt;A formiga Rabiga foi para o hospital das formigas e salvou-se. &lt;br /&gt;Afonso Carvalho (1.º ano)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-995456618368638088?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/995456618368638088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=995456618368638088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/995456618368638088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/995456618368638088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/06/estorias-da-formiga-rabiga.html' title='Estórias da formiga Rabiga -1'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-CkH_DbrzOHg/Te6Eawf7lzI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Fwa_VuEGo4g/s72-c/gifs_formiga%255B1%255D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-816852205608642709</id><published>2011-06-04T03:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T09:44:18.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  Atividades escolares'/><title type='text'>Dia Verde - Um projecto da escola de Figueira de Lorvão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed align="middle" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761557724497&amp;amp;site=widget-51.slide.com" name="flashticker" quality="high" salign="l" scale="noscale" src="http://widget-51.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="height: 320px; width: 400px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761557724497&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ismap="ismap" src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p1/2882303761557724497/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761557724497&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ismap="ismap" src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p2/2882303761557724497/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761557724497&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ismap="ismap" src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p4/2882303761557724497/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No Dia Verde, um projeto da EB1 de Figueira de Lorvão, fomos a pé&amp;nbsp;à serra dos Moinhos que fica na nossa freguesia. Visitamos um moinho de vento que ainda funciona&amp;nbsp; e realizamos pela&amp;nbsp; serra de Gavinhos um "peddypaper" para melhor a conhecermos. Foi um dia com a Natureza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-816852205608642709?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/816852205608642709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=816852205608642709' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/816852205608642709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/816852205608642709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/06/dia-verde-um-projecto-da-escola-de.html' title='Dia Verde - Um projecto da escola de Figueira de Lorvão'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-7469519341690320300</id><published>2011-06-02T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T09:42:12.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  Atividades escolares'/><title type='text'>O  1.º B comemorou o Dia da Criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gtB-O0cZA40/Tefo1HDwWOI/AAAAAAAAA1U/luu5Cta8JGU/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gtB-O0cZA40/Tefo1HDwWOI/AAAAAAAAA1U/luu5Cta8JGU/s320/1.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O 1.º B comemorou o Dia Mundial da Criança com várias atividades.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1ifEo_A9j0/TefppFEzalI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/2yzAkkvDPoA/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1ifEo_A9j0/TefppFEzalI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/2yzAkkvDPoA/s320/2.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Na sala de aulas fizemos as nossas pinturas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZWcokty7Js/Tefqpx7QoaI/AAAAAAAAA1c/uhBZm12WH4s/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZWcokty7Js/Tefqpx7QoaI/AAAAAAAAA1c/uhBZm12WH4s/s320/3.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vimos um filme e comemos pipocas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhC3eD1MKNg/Tefrwaa_6CI/AAAAAAAAA1k/86ELX663mIk/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhC3eD1MKNg/Tefrwaa_6CI/AAAAAAAAA1k/86ELX663mIk/s320/5.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&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/3000715563433844092-7469519341690320300?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/7469519341690320300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=7469519341690320300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7469519341690320300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7469519341690320300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-1-b-comemorou-o-dia-da-crianca.html' title='O  1.º B comemorou o Dia da Criança'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-gtB-O0cZA40/Tefo1HDwWOI/AAAAAAAAA1U/luu5Cta8JGU/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-2739201777481133944</id><published>2011-05-29T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T09:42:41.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B -  PNL (Plano Nacional da Leitura)'/><title type='text'>Fomos à Biblioteca Municipal de Penacova</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-tnVmQmz3U/TeIjNOrawUI/AAAAAAAAA0c/ZCxiovrI1qU/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-tnVmQmz3U/TeIjNOrawUI/AAAAAAAAA0c/ZCxiovrI1qU/s320/1.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos à Biblioteca Municipal de Penacova ouvir contar a estória " O Livro das Folhas A4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFMdLOc9fXM/TeIjjakbH4I/AAAAAAAAA0g/PK7wqgJqEHI/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFMdLOc9fXM/TeIjjakbH4I/AAAAAAAAA0g/PK7wqgJqEHI/s320/2.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com muita atenção ouvimos esta estória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O92q-G5-c3c/TeIj5ItonJI/AAAAAAAAA0k/4QH0U4OZxdE/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O92q-G5-c3c/TeIj5ItonJI/AAAAAAAAA0k/4QH0U4OZxdE/s320/3.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final da estória fizemos um registo, através de um desenho,&amp;nbsp; da estória ouvida&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOjPM42zhHE/TeIkpDYQHyI/AAAAAAAAA0o/i2iN57K8_NI/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOjPM42zhHE/TeIkpDYQHyI/AAAAAAAAA0o/i2iN57K8_NI/s320/4.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mais tarde tivemos outras atividades em frente da Biblioteca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bu46gmmdvyI/TeIk_SQDwgI/AAAAAAAAA0s/sV1WmtVeTK0/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bu46gmmdvyI/TeIk_SQDwgI/AAAAAAAAA0s/sV1WmtVeTK0/s320/5.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Escrevemos também&amp;nbsp;uma estória em grupo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-90uxjW9KNoI/TeIlkUxnccI/AAAAAAAAA0w/QQbPS7YtyB0/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-90uxjW9KNoI/TeIlkUxnccI/AAAAAAAAA0w/QQbPS7YtyB0/s320/6.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/3000715563433844092-2739201777481133944?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/2739201777481133944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=2739201777481133944' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2739201777481133944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2739201777481133944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/05/fomos-biblioteca-municipal-de-penacova.html' title='Fomos à Biblioteca Municipal de Penacova'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-0-tnVmQmz3U/TeIjNOrawUI/AAAAAAAAA0c/ZCxiovrI1qU/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-809349210997925518</id><published>2011-05-14T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T09:41:39.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  -Teatro de sombras-'/><title type='text'>Teatro de sombras - A pomba e a formiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5RJTZh7aK8/Tc7R0-Q_JkI/AAAAAAAAA0M/_hS8td2uGDo/s1600/Sombras.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5RJTZh7aK8/Tc7R0-Q_JkI/AAAAAAAAA0M/_hS8td2uGDo/s400/Sombras.JPG" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A nossa peça de teatro de sombras já está pronta.&amp;nbsp; É uma estória tradicional que fala da amizade e da gratidão entre os animais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVYCJopgBVc/Tc7TBhBJi8I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/7I__F_WC7ac/s1600/Sombras+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVYCJopgBVc/Tc7TBhBJi8I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/7I__F_WC7ac/s320/Sombras+2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Esta peça de teatro é contada através de dez sombras. Tem duas&amp;nbsp; bonitas canções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBQ3_gGhA_8/Tc7T8xt9RVI/AAAAAAAAA0U/jTjjiqMuaY8/s1600/Sombra+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBQ3_gGhA_8/Tc7T8xt9RVI/AAAAAAAAA0U/jTjjiqMuaY8/s320/Sombra+4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quem faz a manipulação das sombras&amp;nbsp;são: A Inês, a Ana, a Beatriz Alves , o Ricardo e o Pedro.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Os outros meninos da turma do 1.º ano ajudam cantando as canções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_v3LuFDRVk/Tc7UZeuxWmI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/-Bo0eFPSF5Q/s1600/Sombras+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_v3LuFDRVk/Tc7UZeuxWmI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/-Bo0eFPSF5Q/s320/Sombras+3.JPG" width="320" /&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/3000715563433844092-809349210997925518?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/809349210997925518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=809349210997925518' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/809349210997925518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/809349210997925518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/05/teatro-de-sombras-pomba-e-formiga.html' title='Teatro de sombras - A pomba e a formiga'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-h5RJTZh7aK8/Tc7R0-Q_JkI/AAAAAAAAA0M/_hS8td2uGDo/s72-c/Sombras.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-1174937207355485082</id><published>2011-05-05T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T12:36:22.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Noticias'/><title type='text'>O David Almeida ganha taça no atletismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bYJgeRM2oEs/TcMOCfw7vCI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Sst4KQOYitw/s1600/david.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bYJgeRM2oEs/TcMOCfw7vCI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Sst4KQOYitw/s400/david.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O David Almeida&amp;nbsp; pratica atletismo e já ganhou&amp;nbsp; uma taça&amp;nbsp; numa corrida que realizou. Muitos parabéns ao nosso atleta da turma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-1174937207355485082?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/1174937207355485082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=1174937207355485082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1174937207355485082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1174937207355485082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-david-almeida-ganha-taca-no-atletismo.html' title='O David Almeida ganha taça no atletismo'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-bYJgeRM2oEs/TcMOCfw7vCI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Sst4KQOYitw/s72-c/david.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-8550569961971743815</id><published>2011-05-04T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T13:09:59.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Noticias'/><title type='text'>O David Rafael ganha taça no atletismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmOZNsDibwo/TcGvDNHXzNI/AAAAAAAAA0E/iYXVu9cQy70/s1600/ta%25C3%25A7a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmOZNsDibwo/TcGvDNHXzNI/AAAAAAAAA0E/iYXVu9cQy70/s640/ta%25C3%25A7a.JPG" width="505" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O David Rafael pratica atletismo. Na última prova de atletismo em que participou&amp;nbsp;ganhou uma taça. Parabéns ao David Rafael.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-8550569961971743815?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/8550569961971743815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=8550569961971743815' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8550569961971743815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8550569961971743815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-nosso-atleta.html' title='O David Rafael ganha taça no atletismo'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-SmOZNsDibwo/TcGvDNHXzNI/AAAAAAAAA0E/iYXVu9cQy70/s72-c/ta%25C3%25A7a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-6181062374766672526</id><published>2011-04-27T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:33:05.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Pequenas histórias - Vídeo'/><title type='text'>A estória da carochinha contada de novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb7feca590e1a3a5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb7feca590e1a3a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84AED54BBBAE950DE68834629384606A254136D0.83E1CA8C2E90439E7EC70AE037A3FD5D41F6E9FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb7feca590e1a3a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4aN-5m9hy0RSYNOuWMQaZaMddIA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb7feca590e1a3a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84AED54BBBAE950DE68834629384606A254136D0.83E1CA8C2E90439E7EC70AE037A3FD5D41F6E9FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb7feca590e1a3a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4aN-5m9hy0RSYNOuWMQaZaMddIA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;Inês&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;contou de novo aos nossos leitores a estória da carochinha. Contou com a ajuda do Ricardo e da Beatriz Sofia nos fantoches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-6181062374766672526?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/6181062374766672526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=6181062374766672526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/6181062374766672526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/6181062374766672526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/04/estoria-da-carochinha-contada-de-novo.html' title='A estória da carochinha contada de novo'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-7373932458203360767</id><published>2011-04-23T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:07:18.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.ºB Noticias'/><title type='text'>Uma boa Páscoa a todos os nossos leitores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zv2rWU1y-v0/TbLVMWHSXII/AAAAAAAAAzc/7jEz9KkYjec/s1600/pascoa.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598771694846237826" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zv2rWU1y-v0/TbLVMWHSXII/AAAAAAAAAzc/7jEz9KkYjec/s320/pascoa.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 250px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3000715563433844092-7373932458203360767?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/7373932458203360767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=7373932458203360767' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7373932458203360767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7373932458203360767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/04/uma-boa-pascoa-todos-os-nossos-leitores.html' title='Uma boa Páscoa a todos os nossos leitores'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-zv2rWU1y-v0/TbLVMWHSXII/AAAAAAAAAzc/7jEz9KkYjec/s72-c/pascoa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-1121009672191131413</id><published>2011-04-09T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:07:48.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.ºB Noticias'/><title type='text'>O Quinteto "Maravilha" dá concerto na EB1 de Figueira de Lorvão</title><content type='html'>O Quinteto " Maravilha" veio à nossa escola durante a Semana da Leitura para mostrar a todos nós algumas das sua músicas. Explicaram o nome dos instrumentos que tocaram e a sua função no conjunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IF5Ke2eJE2M/TaA26IMvqWI/AAAAAAAAAzE/J5Lpt5Y24lc/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593531109455407458" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IF5Ke2eJE2M/TaA26IMvqWI/AAAAAAAAAzE/J5Lpt5Y24lc/s320/5.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome dos seus elementos são:&lt;br /&gt;Elisabete Adão em Saxofone Soprano; Jorge Oliveira em Saxofone Alto; Joel Rodrigues em Saxofone Tenor; Joana Carvalho em Clarinete; Gonçalo Sousa em Tuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F0n3nFUCN0g/TaA2d5CkmqI/AAAAAAAAAy8/rqZtlsA_NxU/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593530624349870754" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F0n3nFUCN0g/TaA2d5CkmqI/AAAAAAAAAy8/rqZtlsA_NxU/s320/4.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma tarde diferente. A boa música aconteceu na escola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQBBd1wuXpQ/TaA1vm1MIfI/AAAAAAAAAy0/qzqGX-vRKLQ/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593529829187920370" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQBBd1wuXpQ/TaA1vm1MIfI/AAAAAAAAAy0/qzqGX-vRKLQ/s320/3.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 278px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pyo0GLuPLbc/TaA1fTaL6aI/AAAAAAAAAys/9AEnvnrFX0U/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593529549096479138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pyo0GLuPLbc/TaA1fTaL6aI/AAAAAAAAAys/9AEnvnrFX0U/s320/2.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TWIjPol0ejs/TaA00-nj9wI/AAAAAAAAAyk/J7vex1zJawU/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593528821960931074" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TWIjPol0ejs/TaA00-nj9wI/AAAAAAAAAyk/J7vex1zJawU/s320/1.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 209px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3000715563433844092-1121009672191131413?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/1121009672191131413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=1121009672191131413' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1121009672191131413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1121009672191131413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-quinteto-maravilha-vem-escola_09.html' title='O Quinteto &quot;Maravilha&quot; dá concerto na EB1 de Figueira de Lorvão'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-IF5Ke2eJE2M/TaA26IMvqWI/AAAAAAAAAzE/J5Lpt5Y24lc/s72-c/5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-4090577819022035173</id><published>2011-04-08T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T02:37:05.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Semana da Leitura'/><title type='text'>Semana da Leitura. Contadora de estórias vem à escola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pXH432HnHs0/TZ9kF5_hRHI/AAAAAAAAAxk/LmfeoJ7wmrM/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593299314846811250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pXH432HnHs0/TZ9kF5_hRHI/AAAAAAAAAxk/LmfeoJ7wmrM/s320/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Educadora de Infância Maria José veio à nossa escola ler uma estória às três turmas do 1.º e 2.ano. A estória escolhida foi " Frederico" do italiano Leo Lionni. Foi bom ter a nossa amiga Maria José na nossa escola. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6jAxnoJkd3A/TZ9j4lnL59I/AAAAAAAAAxc/9dYwbK13vqc/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593299086037739474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6jAxnoJkd3A/TZ9j4lnL59I/AAAAAAAAAxc/9dYwbK13vqc/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m18kMyfU6ng/TZ9jkZTu_lI/AAAAAAAAAxU/5tFSBtQpB1w/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593298739137543762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m18kMyfU6ng/TZ9jkZTu_lI/AAAAAAAAAxU/5tFSBtQpB1w/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nhOvNYDkn1s/TZ9i6NP7bEI/AAAAAAAAAxM/939eTuuOwAk/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593298014345849922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nhOvNYDkn1s/TZ9i6NP7bEI/AAAAAAAAAxM/939eTuuOwAk/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-4090577819022035173?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/4090577819022035173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=4090577819022035173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4090577819022035173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4090577819022035173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/04/semana-da-leitura-contadora-de-estoria.html' title='Semana da Leitura. Contadora de estórias vem à escola'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-pXH432HnHs0/TZ9kF5_hRHI/AAAAAAAAAxk/LmfeoJ7wmrM/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-880370639623276425</id><published>2011-04-07T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T13:00:17.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Semana da Leitura'/><title type='text'>Na Semana da Leitura fizemos um marcador de livros</title><content type='html'>Todos nós realizámos um marcador de livros. Ficou engraçado. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FifumXIwHfg/TZ4qoQsbrPI/AAAAAAAAAxE/pLb-vtPejq8/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592954658405199090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FifumXIwHfg/TZ4qoQsbrPI/AAAAAAAAAxE/pLb-vtPejq8/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zfmsefowdH4/TZ4qXepKoPI/AAAAAAAAAw8/28dGMT_PbOM/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592954370091819250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zfmsefowdH4/TZ4qXepKoPI/AAAAAAAAAw8/28dGMT_PbOM/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dhTkkUH6kaQ/TZ4osDJNxJI/AAAAAAAAAw0/LgInFKcsUzM/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592952524464047250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dhTkkUH6kaQ/TZ4osDJNxJI/AAAAAAAAAw0/LgInFKcsUzM/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3000715563433844092-880370639623276425?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/880370639623276425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=880370639623276425' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/880370639623276425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/880370639623276425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/04/na-semana-da-leitura-fizemos-um.html' title='Na Semana da Leitura fizemos um marcador de livros'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-FifumXIwHfg/TZ4qoQsbrPI/AAAAAAAAAxE/pLb-vtPejq8/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-3861039970210433688</id><published>2011-04-06T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T12:59:53.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Semana da Leitura'/><title type='text'>Semana da Leitura. Apresentámos às turmas o nosso trabalho.</title><content type='html'>Durante este segundo período estudámos a estória " O gigante que não queria ser gigante". Com a estória ouvida fizemos o nosso próprio livro ilustrando as suas partes principais . Foi esta a história escolhida para a presentar às outras turmas da escola. Quem apresentou e leu esta estória a todas as turmas foram cinco meninos: a Beatriz Alves, o Pedro, a Inês, o Cristiano e Ana. Pelo que ouvimos dizer portaram-se muito bem. Já conseguem ler. ..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0ca73eVp8k/TZyrRg1uR-I/AAAAAAAAAws/JP8JK3EdqSQ/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592533154648704994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0ca73eVp8k/TZyrRg1uR-I/AAAAAAAAAws/JP8JK3EdqSQ/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lObcJuNBvs0/TZyrB6Ri5QI/AAAAAAAAAwk/10RS7eNR-z0/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592532886598378754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lObcJuNBvs0/TZyrB6Ri5QI/AAAAAAAAAwk/10RS7eNR-z0/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dH3HqndInZs/TZyqyCViY1I/AAAAAAAAAwc/PhTLUGautrw/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592532613884699474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dH3HqndInZs/TZyqyCViY1I/AAAAAAAAAwc/PhTLUGautrw/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6pxEAXDV5zk/TZyqfi-7N1I/AAAAAAAAAwU/l5iIE41gCrM/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592532296230713170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6pxEAXDV5zk/TZyqfi-7N1I/AAAAAAAAAwU/l5iIE41gCrM/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-3861039970210433688?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/3861039970210433688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=3861039970210433688' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/3861039970210433688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/3861039970210433688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/04/semana-cultural-apresntamos-as-turmas-o.html' title='Semana da Leitura. Apresentámos às turmas o nosso trabalho.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-H0ca73eVp8k/TZyrRg1uR-I/AAAAAAAAAws/JP8JK3EdqSQ/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-563657878863515617</id><published>2011-04-04T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T12:59:25.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Semana da Leitura'/><title type='text'>Semana da Leitura de 4 a 8 de abril de 2011</title><content type='html'>Durante a semana de 4 a 8 de abril serão desenvolvidades actividades relacionadas com a leitura e escrita. A turma do 1.º B, participou numa exposição de trabalhos no Agrupamento de Escolas de Penacova através de dois cartazes que reproduzimos. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57Eb048zdl8/TZoYRIF384I/AAAAAAAAAwM/LLfXk9T2RIY/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591808569842856834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57Eb048zdl8/TZoYRIF384I/AAAAAAAAAwM/LLfXk9T2RIY/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6rkPNd_SvA/TZoX9ip7hcI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Vp3jtxSG5E0/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591808233376024002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6rkPNd_SvA/TZoX9ip7hcI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Vp3jtxSG5E0/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Na nossa Escola também vamos desenvolver alguns trabalhos. Para além de trabalhos de expressão plástica, cada turma preparou uma estória que irá apresentar às outras turmas. Nós somos do primeiro ano mas já preparámos a nossa estória. Na sexta-feira também vai haver actividades. O que iremos realizar? Só no próprio dia é que iremos saber. É uma surpresa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-563657878863515617?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/563657878863515617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=563657878863515617' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/563657878863515617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/563657878863515617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/04/semana-da-leitura-de-4-8-de-abril.html' title='Semana da Leitura de 4 a 8 de abril de 2011'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-57Eb048zdl8/TZoYRIF384I/AAAAAAAAAwM/LLfXk9T2RIY/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-7336775671355466355</id><published>2011-04-01T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T09:43:56.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  -Teatro'/><title type='text'>Os meninos da sala do Arco-Íris vieram à nossa turma. O Teatro aconteceu</title><content type='html'>Os meninos e professoras da sala do Arco-íres  do Agrupamento de Escolas de Penacova vieram à nossa turma e apresentaram uma peça de Teatro. Os nossos colegas  do 1.º e 2.º B também assistiram a esta peça de Teatro.&lt;br /&gt;O teatro aconteceu na turma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed align="middle" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1873497445013689964&amp;amp;site=widget-6c.slide.com" name="flashticker" quality="high" salign="l" scale="noscale" src="http://widget-6c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="height: 320px; width: 400px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1873497445013689964&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-6c.slide.com/p1/1873497445013689964/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1873497445013689964&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-6c.slide.com/p2/1873497445013689964/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1873497445013689964&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-6c.slide.com/p4/1873497445013689964/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&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/3000715563433844092-7336775671355466355?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/7336775671355466355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=7336775671355466355' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7336775671355466355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7336775671355466355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/04/os-meninos-da-sala-do-arco-iris-vieram.html' title='Os meninos da sala do Arco-Íris vieram à nossa turma. O Teatro aconteceu'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-4250183894043221677</id><published>2011-03-29T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:57:11.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  Primeiros textos'/><title type='text'>O passarito</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589588760969861794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WL5NA1uwNTM/TZI1XPof2qI/AAAAAAAAAv8/3KnzmXDAeXg/s320/3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Desenho da Inês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Era uma vez um passarito. O passarito vivia numa árvore. A Joana viu o passarito na árvore. A Joana gostou muito do passarito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aKnPXgJy-yQ/TZI1QrA7R-I/AAAAAAAAAv0/XKmOoa9gFfE/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589588648060995554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aKnPXgJy-yQ/TZI1QrA7R-I/AAAAAAAAAv0/XKmOoa9gFfE/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Desenho da Ana Salomé)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Olá passarito. Tu és muito bonito.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Quem és tu?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Eu sou a Joana. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4T2_tk5kHg/TZI1J93572I/AAAAAAAAAvs/he2TZAEsIII/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589588532864348002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4T2_tk5kHg/TZI1J93572I/AAAAAAAAAvs/he2TZAEsIII/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Desenho da Beatriz Sofia) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O passarito e a Joana ficaram amigos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Texto coletivo do 1.ºB.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-4250183894043221677?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/4250183894043221677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=4250183894043221677' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4250183894043221677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4250183894043221677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-passarito.html' title='O passarito'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-WL5NA1uwNTM/TZI1XPof2qI/AAAAAAAAAv8/3KnzmXDAeXg/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-2309000536236172559</id><published>2011-03-26T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T05:33:03.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  Primeiros textos'/><title type='text'>A fada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OuI7D8d6nx8/TY3cofaSZ4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/b2saGSJMXqU/s1600/digitalizar0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588365300821288834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OuI7D8d6nx8/TY3cofaSZ4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/b2saGSJMXqU/s320/digitalizar0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, a mãe da menina Inês viu uma fada. Quando a Inês chegou à cozinha perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;- Quem é esta fada?&lt;br /&gt;- Esta é a fada Lili.&lt;br /&gt;A fada Lili deu um presente à Inês e a Inês adorou.&lt;br /&gt;Inês Ferreira ( 1,º Ano, Turma B)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-2309000536236172559?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/2309000536236172559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=2309000536236172559' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2309000536236172559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2309000536236172559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/03/fada.html' title='A fada'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-OuI7D8d6nx8/TY3cofaSZ4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/b2saGSJMXqU/s72-c/digitalizar0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-4050043870538177929</id><published>2011-03-23T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T06:13:14.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B Dias especiais'/><title type='text'>O Dia da Árvore</title><content type='html'>O Dia da Árvore foi comemorado na turma. Fizemos uma árvore em conjunto, plantámos quatro alfaces na nossa horta e plantámos a nivel de escola um azevinho.&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim o nosso Dia da Árvore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVVInvS2yxY/TYqCkJFoVSI/AAAAAAAAAvc/fMEOfWzaFeo/s1600/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587421845132956962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVVInvS2yxY/TYqCkJFoVSI/AAAAAAAAAvc/fMEOfWzaFeo/s320/7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHVNbEx-FMQ/TYqCYAtFvFI/AAAAAAAAAvU/gdyZPh0G6bo/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587421636724112466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHVNbEx-FMQ/TYqCYAtFvFI/AAAAAAAAAvU/gdyZPh0G6bo/s320/6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GeorzJ0qEQs/TYqCE2fkY_I/AAAAAAAAAvM/yqU4HppDrLc/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587421307565532146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GeorzJ0qEQs/TYqCE2fkY_I/AAAAAAAAAvM/yqU4HppDrLc/s320/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IailssHJ5tY/TYqBg9t9dKI/AAAAAAAAAvE/6sKpxJWfmbg/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587420691029652642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IailssHJ5tY/TYqBg9t9dKI/AAAAAAAAAvE/6sKpxJWfmbg/s320/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JEjSuQsl_to/TYqBLtDxxfI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_J-aM9pLfxE/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587420325780506098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JEjSuQsl_to/TYqBLtDxxfI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_J-aM9pLfxE/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1pRV891UQc/TYqA102VGrI/AAAAAAAAAu0/L2PDmzGN8Jk/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587419949914462898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1pRV891UQc/TYqA102VGrI/AAAAAAAAAu0/L2PDmzGN8Jk/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B7_GDiFNV-8/TYp_yZ4BKRI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Emf14YKoST0/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587418791622551826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B7_GDiFNV-8/TYp_yZ4BKRI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Emf14YKoST0/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3000715563433844092-4050043870538177929?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/4050043870538177929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=4050043870538177929' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4050043870538177929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4050043870538177929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-dia-da-arvore.html' title='O Dia da Árvore'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-PVVInvS2yxY/TYqCkJFoVSI/AAAAAAAAAvc/fMEOfWzaFeo/s72-c/7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-328029758805585966</id><published>2011-03-20T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:06:45.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"O Figueirinha" atingiu os 10  000 visitantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em 20 de Março de 2011, "O Figueirinha", atingiu os 10 000 visitantes.&lt;br /&gt;A todos os nossos  amigos que sempre nos apoiaram agradecemos a Vossa preferência. Nós contiamos a dar noticias e a divulgar os nossos trabalhos. Não deixem de nos visitarem e de enviarem as Vossas opiniões. Elas são importantes para melhorarmos o nosso " Figueirinha".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"O Figueirinha" nasceu para divulgar o que de positivo as nossas crianças conseguem realizar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Contamos sempre com a Vossa ajuda e colaboração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-328029758805585966?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/328029758805585966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=328029758805585966' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/328029758805585966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/328029758805585966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-figueirinha-atingiu-os-10-000.html' title='&quot;O Figueirinha&quot; atingiu os 10  000 visitantes'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-7107444998156046641</id><published>2011-03-19T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T06:45:45.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B Dias especiais'/><title type='text'>Dia do Pai - 19 de Março de 2011</title><content type='html'>Hoje é o Dia do Pai. Um dia muito especial.&lt;br /&gt;O 1.º B deseja muitos parabéns a todos os Pais do Mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos os nosssos trabalhos na Turma, uma casinha com o Prof. da Turma e uma moldura com a Professora das Expressões, os quais partilhamos com todos Vós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eoFDz29rLe4/TYSuINoR3DI/AAAAAAAAAuc/cskkHiFXOKs/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585780893967047730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eoFDz29rLe4/TYSuINoR3DI/AAAAAAAAAuc/cskkHiFXOKs/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4wr_TOrE-I/TYSt9816MeI/AAAAAAAAAuU/VDt_Hy7u1FQ/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585780717662122466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4wr_TOrE-I/TYSt9816MeI/AAAAAAAAAuU/VDt_Hy7u1FQ/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yIMzIgomb0Y/TYStpp583wI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6EkEz9QrhUc/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585780368981417730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yIMzIgomb0Y/TYStpp583wI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6EkEz9QrhUc/s320/1.JPG" /&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/3000715563433844092-7107444998156046641?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/7107444998156046641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=7107444998156046641' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7107444998156046641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7107444998156046641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/03/dia-do-pai-19-de-marco-de-2011.html' title='Dia do Pai - 19 de Março de 2011'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-eoFDz29rLe4/TYSuINoR3DI/AAAAAAAAAuc/cskkHiFXOKs/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-325686752287197003</id><published>2011-03-17T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T06:08:09.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  Primeiros textos'/><title type='text'>Primeiros textos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;A pata , o pato e o seu patito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9lJqvDgwmQ/TYKWFwjHmHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/up6kR1k6brc/s1600/digitalizar0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585191513568548978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9lJqvDgwmQ/TYKWFwjHmHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/up6kR1k6brc/s320/digitalizar0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Era uma vez a pata Julieta, o pai pato e os seus filhotes.&lt;br /&gt;Os patitos nadavam no lago da floresta. Um dia viram uma rã. A rã teve muito medo dos patitos.&lt;br /&gt;Os patitos viram uma menina na floresta. A menina levou os patitos para sua casa. Na sua casa estava o gato da Mónica. Os patos tiveram medo do gato. Um pato deu uma bicada ao gato. O gato fugiu.&lt;br /&gt;Ana Salomé ( 1.º Ano, Turma B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A pata e o pato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z42l3oXZy-Y/TYKOi3q-fFI/AAAAAAAAAt8/8DpPTIx_9S0/s1600/digitalizar0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585183217603738706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z42l3oXZy-Y/TYKOi3q-fFI/AAAAAAAAAt8/8DpPTIx_9S0/s320/digitalizar0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Era uma vez um pato. O pato vivia no lago com a pata. O pato e a pata têm três patitos. O pato e a pata foram para o lago. No lago viram uma rã. A rã teve medo dos patos. Os patos foram para casa.&lt;br /&gt;Afonso Fernandes ( 1.º Ano, Turma B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;A pata Julieta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s23jeGWHLKM/TYKLI_Gx98I/AAAAAAAAAt0/X1B6-xzmE7c/s1600/digitalizar0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585179474387924930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s23jeGWHLKM/TYKLI_Gx98I/AAAAAAAAAt0/X1B6-xzmE7c/s320/digitalizar0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Era uma vez uma pata. A pata Julieta viva no lago com o pato e os seus filhotes.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, a mãe pata foi dar um passeio pela floresta. Na floresta viram um caracol. Os filhotes tiveram medo do caracol. A mãe pata deu muito mimo aos seus filhotes.&lt;br /&gt;Tiago José ( 1.º Ano, Turma B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A pata Julieta e o pato Benedito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMIn47zmOcw/TYKF124_1RI/AAAAAAAAAts/zbedwcGUGCo/s1600/digitalizar0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 431px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585173648206976274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMIn47zmOcw/TYKF124_1RI/AAAAAAAAAts/zbedwcGUGCo/s320/digitalizar0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Era uma vez a pata Julieta e o pato Benedito. Um dia nasceram filhotes. A pata e o pato foram à floresta e viram uma cobra. A pata teve medo. Na floresta a pata perdeu um patito. A pata foi à procura do patito. O patito estava no lago. A mãe ficou contente. A mãe levou o patito para casa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inês Filipa ( 1.º Ano, Turma B)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-325686752287197003?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/325686752287197003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=325686752287197003' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/325686752287197003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/325686752287197003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/03/primeiros-textos.html' title='Primeiros textos'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-i9lJqvDgwmQ/TYKWFwjHmHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/up6kR1k6brc/s72-c/digitalizar0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-2760507351980203933</id><published>2011-03-12T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T14:18:23.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  Experiências'/><title type='text'>Experiências na sala de aula -  A flutuação de alguns objectos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Na sala de aula, realizámos algumas experiências, com a ajuda da menina Alice da Porto Editora. Verificámos em grupos de trabalho se o sal,a batata, a maçã, a rolha de cortiça, as bolas de plasticina, o arroz, o prego, o ovo, o balão com ar e uma placa de madeira flutuavam ou não flutuavam na água. Registámos o que observámos numa folha de registo. Para ajudar a compreender as experiências vimos também um filme. Foi uma aula diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mbSQELNU1To/TXvuXFLSb-I/AAAAAAAAAtc/8I8UohcBkJ0/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583318243349786594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mbSQELNU1To/TXvuXFLSb-I/AAAAAAAAAtc/8I8UohcBkJ0/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw50NPXhLMc/TXvuCuwll7I/AAAAAAAAAtU/_HRCVTVq0Qw/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583317893734832050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw50NPXhLMc/TXvuCuwll7I/AAAAAAAAAtU/_HRCVTVq0Qw/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-auA4KN0Osfg/TXvtpwRRxBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/VctRYwRQ2b0/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583317464643650578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-auA4KN0Osfg/TXvtpwRRxBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/VctRYwRQ2b0/s320/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4upYXueoTO4/TXvs95QRDBI/AAAAAAAAAtE/L5va1L0Hrzo/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583316711141084178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4upYXueoTO4/TXvs95QRDBI/AAAAAAAAAtE/L5va1L0Hrzo/s320/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GhbiWGwjgO0/TXvsrTuBqnI/AAAAAAAAAs8/NZmuJq_HeZo/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583316391827712626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GhbiWGwjgO0/TXvsrTuBqnI/AAAAAAAAAs8/NZmuJq_HeZo/s320/6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-2760507351980203933?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/2760507351980203933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=2760507351980203933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2760507351980203933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2760507351980203933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/03/experiencias-na-sala-de-aula-flutuacao.html' title='Experiências na sala de aula -  A flutuação de alguns objectos'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-mbSQELNU1To/TXvuXFLSb-I/AAAAAAAAAtc/8I8UohcBkJ0/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-8450895061332704203</id><published>2011-03-08T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T03:42:48.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Carnaval na EB1 de Figueira de Lorvão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_NvoWefYqI/TXYV7epyJLI/AAAAAAAAAs0/KRgFV7yYDuE/s1600/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581672899757089970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_NvoWefYqI/TXYV7epyJLI/AAAAAAAAAs0/KRgFV7yYDuE/s320/11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim o nosso Carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;Os Encarregados de Educação colaboraram com a elaboração dos fatos carnavalescos.Juntaram-se na escola. Acompanharam-nos no cortejo pelas ruas da Figueira de Lorvão. No Largo da Igreja juntámo-nos com os nossos colegas do Jardim de Infância. Foi um dia divertido em que todos colaboraram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-ae.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761557409966&amp;amp;site=widget-ae.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761557409966&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-ae.slide.com/p1/2882303761557409966/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761557409966&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-ae.slide.com/p2/2882303761557409966/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761557409966&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-ae.slide.com/p4/2882303761557409966/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&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/3000715563433844092-8450895061332704203?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/8450895061332704203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=8450895061332704203' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8450895061332704203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8450895061332704203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-carnaval-na-eb1-de-figueira-de-lorvao.html' title='O Carnaval na EB1 de Figueira de Lorvão'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-S_NvoWefYqI/TXYV7epyJLI/AAAAAAAAAs0/KRgFV7yYDuE/s72-c/11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-5195781294174425344</id><published>2011-02-20T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T12:56:00.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Visitas de estudo'/><title type='text'>Visita ao Mercado Abastecedor de Coimbra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aLrQS_807TY/TWF8T0aJt4I/AAAAAAAAAss/ZtmNREsHXeo/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575874493589075842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aLrQS_807TY/TWF8T0aJt4I/AAAAAAAAAss/ZtmNREsHXeo/s320/6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fomos visitar o Mercado Abastecedor de Coimbra. Ouvimos contar algumas histórias. O nosso colega Cristiano conseguiu ler uma das histórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjqJxKh3GiA/TWF8Ae6nHxI/AAAAAAAAAsk/AilWOwuwFKQ/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575874161402126098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjqJxKh3GiA/TWF8Ae6nHxI/AAAAAAAAAsk/AilWOwuwFKQ/s320/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fizemos uma salada de frutas. Cada menino trouxe a sua salada de fruta para casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFafbGaEu8o/TWF7s5TJB0I/AAAAAAAAAsc/aoXD8F9GFVA/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575873824886949698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFafbGaEu8o/TWF7s5TJB0I/AAAAAAAAAsc/aoXD8F9GFVA/s320/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deram-nos algumas lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNvvOZsdxxg/TWF7Vz3wOaI/AAAAAAAAAsU/8ELc5UNDgtk/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575873428292909474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNvvOZsdxxg/TWF7Vz3wOaI/AAAAAAAAAsU/8ELc5UNDgtk/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensinaram-nos a semear feijões. Cada menino semeou o seu feijão num copito. Trouxemos este copito para a escola. Ele encontra-se na nossa sala de aula na nossa Horta da Turma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada menino terá de cuidar do seu feijão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-60M7gIa1PGY/TWF641iAGQI/AAAAAAAAAsM/K4fKd21Xgv0/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575872930522339586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-60M7gIa1PGY/TWF641iAGQI/AAAAAAAAAsM/K4fKd21Xgv0/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvukCABM3n0/TWF6Z7e_x8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/CQgx4nLLftI/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575872399544403906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvukCABM3n0/TWF6Z7e_x8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/CQgx4nLLftI/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na sala de aula realizámos um trabalho sobre a visita realizada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-5195781294174425344?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/5195781294174425344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=5195781294174425344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/5195781294174425344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/5195781294174425344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/02/visita-ao-mercado-abastecedor-de.html' title='Visita ao Mercado Abastecedor de Coimbra'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-aLrQS_807TY/TWF8T0aJt4I/AAAAAAAAAss/ZtmNREsHXeo/s72-c/6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-5493261222668216068</id><published>2011-02-14T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:41:49.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  Matemática'/><title type='text'>As simetrias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FwG5c4Lfyl4/TVmDhAyZDSI/AAAAAAAAAr8/mFi7VHal1eI/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573630617017978146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FwG5c4Lfyl4/TVmDhAyZDSI/AAAAAAAAAr8/mFi7VHal1eI/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Para estudarmos as simetrias realizámos uma experiência. Dobrámos uma folha de papel ao meio e realizámos um desenho numa das partes. Recortámos e obtivemos uma figura simétrica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Com o auxílio de uma transparência realizámos uma figura simétrica como observamos na fotografia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWeRsI6AJPY/TVmC2iQZHWI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Xr6Pj4AonRw/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573629887267806562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWeRsI6AJPY/TVmC2iQZHWI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Xr6Pj4AonRw/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-5493261222668216068?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/5493261222668216068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=5493261222668216068' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/5493261222668216068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/5493261222668216068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-simetrias.html' title='As simetrias'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/-FwG5c4Lfyl4/TVmDhAyZDSI/AAAAAAAAAr8/mFi7VHal1eI/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-5513860726117445283</id><published>2011-02-08T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:43:03.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B -  PNL (Plano Nacional da Leitura)'/><title type='text'>O gigante que não queria ser gigante</title><content type='html'>Ao longo de várias semanas, o Professor da Turma leu a história, " O gigante que não queria ser gigante". O Professor fez um resumo da história e todos os alunos ilustraram a história ouvida. Reunidos todos os trabalhos, cada aluno fez o seu livrinho que agora é apresentado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-24.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761557284132&amp;amp;site=widget-24.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761557284132&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-24.slide.com/p1/2882303761557284132/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761557284132&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-24.slide.com/p2/2882303761557284132/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761557284132&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-24.slide.com/p4/2882303761557284132/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2dcbb2bc63a06cdd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2dcbb2bc63a06cdd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D135FCFCC9EB8452DFE79755DACD532BAB0A557B9.289229D3DE7080C2F68B60BC96176E053B7A403E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2dcbb2bc63a06cdd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmYio_ugGPrCq3zKwMfnj19__V5U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2dcbb2bc63a06cdd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D135FCFCC9EB8452DFE79755DACD532BAB0A557B9.289229D3DE7080C2F68B60BC96176E053B7A403E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2dcbb2bc63a06cdd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmYio_ugGPrCq3zKwMfnj19__V5U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-5513860726117445283?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/5513860726117445283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=5513860726117445283' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/5513860726117445283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/5513860726117445283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='O gigante que não queria ser gigante'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-3015769224714736295</id><published>2011-02-01T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:16:17.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B Dias especiais'/><title type='text'>O dia da Não Violência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para chamar a atenção de que todos devem ser amigos, a Turma do 1.º B e todo o Agrupamento, comemorou o Dia da Não Violência, com a colaboração dos Encarregados de Educação. Falou-se do tema na turma e escreveu-se uma frase numa pomba branca de cartolina. Elas encontram-se afixadas num painel da sala de aula. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vamos todos ser amigos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TUhcoiS5uGI/AAAAAAAAAro/PInBM-qZMqo/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568802790714226786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TUhcoiS5uGI/AAAAAAAAAro/PInBM-qZMqo/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TUhcXsQUcNI/AAAAAAAAArg/nJ3PWgvhX0E/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568802501329973458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TUhcXsQUcNI/AAAAAAAAArg/nJ3PWgvhX0E/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TUhbjUk0bWI/AAAAAAAAArY/jsjPn3ygkfs/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568801601620307298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TUhbjUk0bWI/AAAAAAAAArY/jsjPn3ygkfs/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TUha8lTgL3I/AAAAAAAAArQ/TzzearABsbw/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568800936096182130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TUha8lTgL3I/AAAAAAAAArQ/TzzearABsbw/s320/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TUhat33yrqI/AAAAAAAAArI/ksn_IBRC0S4/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568800683382189730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TUhat33yrqI/AAAAAAAAArI/ksn_IBRC0S4/s320/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TUhaO3FKU1I/AAAAAAAAArA/ogB8YFyV3iY/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568800150593885010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TUhaO3FKU1I/AAAAAAAAArA/ogB8YFyV3iY/s320/6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-3015769224714736295?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/3015769224714736295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=3015769224714736295' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/3015769224714736295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/3015769224714736295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-dia-da-nao-violencia.html' title='O dia da Não Violência'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/TUhcoiS5uGI/AAAAAAAAAro/PInBM-qZMqo/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-2861788680304296266</id><published>2011-01-24T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:10:59.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os gaiteiros vieram à escola</title><content type='html'>Os gaieiros vieram à nossa escola apresentar a sua música. "O Figueirinha" registou esse momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-db.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761557208539&amp;amp;site=widget-db.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761557208539&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-db.slide.com/p1/2882303761557208539/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761557208539&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-db.slide.com/p2/2882303761557208539/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761557208539&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-db.slide.com/p4/2882303761557208539/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/3000715563433844092-2861788680304296266?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/2861788680304296266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=2861788680304296266' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2861788680304296266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2861788680304296266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/01/os-gaiteeiros-vieram-escola.html' title='Os gaiteiros vieram à escola'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-4420590129273744536</id><published>2011-01-08T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T06:03:13.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B -  Culinária'/><title type='text'>Actividades de Dia de Reis - Aprendemos a fazer o Bolo- Rei</title><content type='html'>No Dia de Reis, a nossa Turma e todos os meninos da Escola aprenderam a fazer o Bolo-Rei. Depois ... todos provámos um bocadinho. Estava delicioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-50.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761557112400&amp;amp;site=widget-50.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761557112400&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p1/2882303761557112400/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761557112400&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p2/2882303761557112400/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761557112400&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p4/2882303761557112400/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para outros a possam realizar deixamos a receita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredientes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;130g de manteiga&lt;br /&gt;130 g de açúcar&lt;br /&gt;500 g de farinha&lt;br /&gt;15 g de fermento&lt;br /&gt;3 ovos&lt;br /&gt;2 dl de leite&lt;br /&gt;1 embalagem de fruta cristalizada&lt;br /&gt;1 embalagem de frutos secos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modo de preparação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num recipiente coloca a farinha e adiciona-lhe o fermento, açúcar, os ovos, a manteiga e o leite.&lt;br /&gt;Mistura todos os ingredientes.&lt;br /&gt;Amassa bem tudo até formar uma massa consistente.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa repousar a massa para levedar algum tempo num sítio quente.&lt;br /&gt;Coloca as frutas na massa e envolve-as.&lt;br /&gt;Forma com a massa uma argola deixando um orifício no meio.&lt;br /&gt;Coloca a argola de massa num tabuleiro e decora-a com mais frutos..&lt;br /&gt;Leva ao forno quente durante 45 mim. até estar cozido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-4420590129273744536?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/4420590129273744536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=4420590129273744536' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4420590129273744536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4420590129273744536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/01/actividades-de-dia-de-reis-aprendemos.html' title='Actividades de Dia de Reis - Aprendemos a fazer o Bolo- Rei'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-237210675484286715</id><published>2011-01-03T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:49:48.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Visitas de estudo'/><title type='text'>A visita ao Núcleo Museológico do Sal - Figueira da Foz</title><content type='html'>A turma do 1.ºB acaba de visitar o Núcleo Museológico do Sal na Figueira da Foz. Ficámos a saber de onde vem o sal. Visitámos as salinas e o Museu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-46.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1945555039050420806&amp;amp;site=widget-46.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1945555039050420806&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p1/1945555039050420806/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1945555039050420806&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p2/1945555039050420806/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1945555039050420806&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p4/1945555039050420806/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&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/3000715563433844092-237210675484286715?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/237210675484286715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=237210675484286715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/237210675484286715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/237210675484286715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2011/01/visita-ao-nucleo-museologico-do-sal.html' title='A visita ao Núcleo Museológico do Sal - Figueira da Foz'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-603008614390307812</id><published>2010-12-17T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T13:42:35.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Natal 2010'/><title type='text'>Terminou o 1.º Período</title><content type='html'>O 1.º Período terminou. No nosso convivio cantámos canções, tivemos o nosso lanche e é claro não nos esquecemos de brincar um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Desejamos a todos um Feliz Natal.&lt;br /&gt;Prometemos voltar em Janeiro com novas noticias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TQvXs9EfHFI/AAAAAAAAAqo/gr4sPqeiuvE/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551768132971863122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TQvXs9EfHFI/AAAAAAAAAqo/gr4sPqeiuvE/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TQvW7vwxX0I/AAAAAAAAAqg/BlT0_-lfs-g/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551767287585922882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TQvW7vwxX0I/AAAAAAAAAqg/BlT0_-lfs-g/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TQvWUES1yLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/DxMH6mMbg5k/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551766605902760114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TQvWUES1yLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/DxMH6mMbg5k/s320/3.JPG" /&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/3000715563433844092-603008614390307812?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/603008614390307812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=603008614390307812' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/603008614390307812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/603008614390307812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/12/terminou-o-1-periodo.html' title='Terminou o 1.º Período'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/TQvXs9EfHFI/AAAAAAAAAqo/gr4sPqeiuvE/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-3964951327627620077</id><published>2010-12-16T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:03:12.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Natal 2010'/><title type='text'>Trabalhos de Natal</title><content type='html'>Estes são alguns dos trabalhos de Natal do 1.º B da EB1 de Figueira de Lorvão.&lt;br /&gt;A todos os nossos leitores um Bom Natal e um Próspero Ano Novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; 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No final apareceu o Pai Natal que nos ofereceu um livro. Foi uma manhã muito bem passada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TQkgUKHMPhI/AAAAAAAAAqI/6xv9pyjlGY4/s1600/N%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551003546394836498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TQkgUKHMPhI/AAAAAAAAAqI/6xv9pyjlGY4/s320/N%2B1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TQkfx7Zd6rI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Wb-Pta5Jxbw/s1600/N.2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551002958329408178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TQkfx7Zd6rI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Wb-Pta5Jxbw/s320/N.2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TQkfAWbPtpI/AAAAAAAAAp4/bYKFv8EZtyw/s1600/N%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551002106591164050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TQkfAWbPtpI/AAAAAAAAAp4/bYKFv8EZtyw/s320/N%2B3.JPG" /&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/3000715563433844092-1947365563259700141?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/1947365563259700141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=1947365563259700141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1947365563259700141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1947365563259700141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/12/fomos-festa-de-natal-do-municipio-de.html' title='Fomos à festa de Natal do Município de Penacova'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/TQkgUKHMPhI/AAAAAAAAAqI/6xv9pyjlGY4/s72-c/N%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-9190390621963199638</id><published>2010-12-07T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:17:26.952-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Natal 2010'/><title type='text'>O Pai Natal ... anda por aí...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548082424367090850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TP6_kej9DKI/AAAAAAAAApg/THh0_rYuVts/s320/N%2B1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548083854149575298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TP7A3s6qYoI/AAAAAAAAApo/U77Zn8PVfuY/s320/N%2B2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TP7CTypQ4BI/AAAAAAAAApw/9Wp-8Nnv_2M/s1600/N%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548085436235178002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TP7CTypQ4BI/AAAAAAAAApw/9Wp-8Nnv_2M/s320/N%2B3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Pai Natal já anda por aí. Ele já se encontra junto à nossa turma a subir a descer da chaminé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós também fizemos o nosso e ficou engraçado... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-9190390621963199638?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/9190390621963199638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=9190390621963199638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/9190390621963199638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/9190390621963199638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-pai-natal-anda-por-ai.html' title='O Pai Natal ... anda por aí...'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/TP6_kej9DKI/AAAAAAAAApg/THh0_rYuVts/s72-c/N%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-4269445067946875612</id><published>2010-12-06T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:17:48.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Natal 2010'/><title type='text'>Presépio de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TP0po2JhGZI/AAAAAAAAApY/XW-p0gOw3ks/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547636097697257874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TP0po2JhGZI/AAAAAAAAApY/XW-p0gOw3ks/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este é o presépio colectivo dos meninos do 1.º B da EB1 da Figueira de Lorvão. Poderá ser visitado junto à entrada da nossa sala de aula. Também iremos realizar outro, individualmente, para assim não esquecermos o Natal que está a chegar.&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/3000715563433844092-4269445067946875612?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/4269445067946875612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=4269445067946875612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4269445067946875612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4269445067946875612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/12/presepio-de-natal.html' title='Presépio de Natal'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/TP0po2JhGZI/AAAAAAAAApY/XW-p0gOw3ks/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-958806916771595483</id><published>2010-11-12T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T10:48:02.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Vida escolar'/><title type='text'>O Magusto da escola foi muito animado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TN2-VKdvSzI/AAAAAAAAApA/o1Cunbne5YA/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538792387531197234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TN2-VKdvSzI/AAAAAAAAApA/o1Cunbne5YA/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TN29e_os_yI/AAAAAAAAAo4/m2_kSvQBlVE/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538791456911458082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TN29e_os_yI/AAAAAAAAAo4/m2_kSvQBlVE/s320/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O Magusto da escola foi muito animado. Houve canções, peça de teatro, sorteio de cinco cabazes, uma iniciativa dos Encarregados de Educação, um carrinho com as castanhas e é claro um convivio entre alunos, Encarregados de Educação e familiares.&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo da semana fizemos dois trabalhos manuais sobre o S. Martinho. As castanhas, oferecidas pelos Encarregados de Educação não faltaram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538788351933243522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TN26qQsNYII/AAAAAAAAAoo/D5AyWUHkNWE/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538787666061844978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TN26CVnuYfI/AAAAAAAAAog/YMFVq1Knt94/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5fff07009b4c01d1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5fff07009b4c01d1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D94EBD2CBD8813EEC9B58863D7F5159CDADB0E2C.2322B5EE7FA27DF9BA66E7FEC438FAD816DF9E39%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5fff07009b4c01d1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsUU7uZ3TJ3q3TUFQSUDe6Y8djAM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5fff07009b4c01d1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D94EBD2CBD8813EEC9B58863D7F5159CDADB0E2C.2322B5EE7FA27DF9BA66E7FEC438FAD816DF9E39%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5fff07009b4c01d1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsUU7uZ3TJ3q3TUFQSUDe6Y8djAM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhos sobre o S. Martinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 432px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539839173492828802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TOF2YIDVaoI/AAAAAAAAApI/i1WiTYuE_FU/s320/Trab.%2BS.%2Bmartinho.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-958806916771595483?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/958806916771595483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=958806916771595483' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/958806916771595483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/958806916771595483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-magusto-da-escola-foi-muito-animado.html' title='O Magusto da escola foi muito animado'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/TN2-VKdvSzI/AAAAAAAAApA/o1Cunbne5YA/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-7857400448639230016</id><published>2010-11-03T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:35:31.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Vida escolar'/><title type='text'>A visita à Biblioteca do Agrupamento de Escolas de Penacova</title><content type='html'>Fomos fazer uma visita de estudo à Biblioteca de Escolas de Penacova. Ouvimos contar uma história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761556599631&amp;amp;site=widget-4f.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761556599631&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p1/2882303761556599631/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761556599631&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p2/2882303761556599631/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761556599631&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p4/2882303761556599631/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5307f1164dc8392d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5307f1164dc8392d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D887407A673F3B6F9180C4AA1F14B5BCC0EE5B2E.78C3E947E37B8E1C9560F71C79F0A5FE9479CD3C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5307f1164dc8392d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVuQxifvJSY6WZHgX-bC0oPR9xWM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5307f1164dc8392d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D887407A673F3B6F9180C4AA1F14B5BCC0EE5B2E.78C3E947E37B8E1C9560F71C79F0A5FE9479CD3C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5307f1164dc8392d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVuQxifvJSY6WZHgX-bC0oPR9xWM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-7857400448639230016?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/7857400448639230016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=7857400448639230016' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7857400448639230016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7857400448639230016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/11/visita-biblioteca-do-agrupamento-de.html' title='A visita à Biblioteca do Agrupamento de Escolas de Penacova'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-8958132087457047502</id><published>2010-10-21T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:53:27.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Vida escolar'/><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Alimentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TMC01XsAHtI/AAAAAAAAAn0/JshXk-Pa2Lw/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530619171395608274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TMC01XsAHtI/AAAAAAAAAn0/JshXk-Pa2Lw/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A turma do 1.º B e a Escola de Figueira de Lorvão comemoraram o Dia Mundial da Alimentação. Na sala de aula pintámos a roda dos alimentos e conversámos sobre a alimentação Trouxemos algumas embalagens de alimentos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No recreio assistemos a uma peça de Teatro realizada pelos meninos do 4.º ano e ouvimos uma história sobre a roda dos alimentos. Finalmente em grupo realizámos uma roda de alimentos gigante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TMCuTZ2a4kI/AAAAAAAAAns/uRpgPTIU554/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530611990790857282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TMCuTZ2a4kI/AAAAAAAAAns/uRpgPTIU554/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TMCtxXXGZgI/AAAAAAAAAnc/4BxvijECMC0/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530611406007068162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TMCtxXXGZgI/AAAAAAAAAnc/4BxvijECMC0/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TMCtNiVGcNI/AAAAAAAAAnU/VcPxzSGAITs/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530610790476181714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TMCtNiVGcNI/AAAAAAAAAnU/VcPxzSGAITs/s200/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TMCs7lS3cOI/AAAAAAAAAnM/8nAclo1zfRs/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530610482034471138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TMCs7lS3cOI/AAAAAAAAAnM/8nAclo1zfRs/s200/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TMCsgk91OQI/AAAAAAAAAnE/dbjUh4symo0/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530610018089777410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TMCsgk91OQI/AAAAAAAAAnE/dbjUh4symo0/s200/6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TMCrtSokbEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/xK_0x0_dqXE/s1600/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530609136995429442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TMCrtSokbEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/xK_0x0_dqXE/s200/7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3000715563433844092-8958132087457047502?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/8958132087457047502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=8958132087457047502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8958132087457047502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8958132087457047502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/10/dia-mundial-da-alimentacao.html' title='Dia Mundial da Alimentação'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/TMC01XsAHtI/AAAAAAAAAn0/JshXk-Pa2Lw/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-3800962980032999048</id><published>2010-10-17T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T13:19:55.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  -Expressão Plástica'/><title type='text'>Expressão Plástica</title><content type='html'>Na aula semanal de Expressão Plástica fizemos novos trabalhos nas últimas semanas. Partilhamos com os nossos leitores o que já conseguimos realizar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-39.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761556305465&amp;amp;site=widget-39.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761556305465&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-39.slide.com/p1/2882303761556305465/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761556305465&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-39.slide.com/p2/2882303761556305465/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761556305465&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-39.slide.com/p4/2882303761556305465/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/3000715563433844092-3800962980032999048?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/3800962980032999048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=3800962980032999048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/3800962980032999048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/3800962980032999048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/10/exp.html' title='Expressão Plástica'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-8933365971951227587</id><published>2010-10-14T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:55:56.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Pequenas histórias - Vídeo'/><title type='text'>As duas cabrinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Integrado no projecto do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PNL&lt;/span&gt; - Plano Nacional da Leitura foi contada à turma ,uma nova história tradicional, recorrendo-se à projecção de imagens. A história poderá resumir-se assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528373671207273810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TLi6kDnuhVI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/4QwzFSk7-38/s200/Cabrinha+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Desenho da Ana Salomé)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Duas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cabrinhas&lt;/span&gt; encontraram-se sobre uma ponte muito estreita.&lt;br /&gt;- Sai daí! Eu vou &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;atravessar&lt;/span&gt; primeiro, disse uma das &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cabrinhas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Não sou menos do que tu! , respondeu a outra.&lt;br /&gt;E assim as duas cabras subiram ao mesmo tempo para a pequena ponte.&lt;br /&gt;- Sai do caminho - diziam uma para a outra enquanto se empurravam.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma das duas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cabrinhas&lt;/span&gt; queria deixar passar a outra primeiro, até que ambas caírem à água.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão: Nunca devemos ser demasiados teimosos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528374915981468706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TLi7sgxBZCI/AAAAAAAAAmY/RD1jWYDaqW8/s200/Cabrinha+2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Desenho do David Rafael)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Esta história foi recontada por duas meninas de seis anos. A Ana fez de apresentadora e a Inês à sua maneira recontou a história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a7f12a51842dd17e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7f12a51842dd17e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D726CEA4A70619E6AA5EA3D4DB67C87BA77CF419F.61D1A680B553E212E095B3D5D3B5F599AAB567CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7f12a51842dd17e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1Nd3PxLvM55W7DBnwcx8_L2M6D8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7f12a51842dd17e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D726CEA4A70619E6AA5EA3D4DB67C87BA77CF419F.61D1A680B553E212E095B3D5D3B5F599AAB567CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7f12a51842dd17e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1Nd3PxLvM55W7DBnwcx8_L2M6D8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-8933365971951227587?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/8933365971951227587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=8933365971951227587' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8933365971951227587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8933365971951227587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_14.html' title='As duas cabrinhas'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/TLi6kDnuhVI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/4QwzFSk7-38/s72-c/Cabrinha+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-220614782585019721</id><published>2010-10-08T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T15:51:25.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B - Pequenas histórias - Vídeo'/><title type='text'>A   raposa e a cegonha</title><content type='html'>Na turma foi contada a história, "A raposa e a cegonha". A Ana Salomé, de 6 anos, recontou à sua maneira esta história, partilhando-a com todos os nossos leitores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d4059a73e6ffbd2b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd4059a73e6ffbd2b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A59016CB7CC530DE8A120479B15421A546E1443.27AEB8CB107637C9EF57773399A5BCDE72A7843A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd4059a73e6ffbd2b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtPEpxAPOgCQrwZ_Hu2KRdCGJLSk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd4059a73e6ffbd2b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A59016CB7CC530DE8A120479B15421A546E1443.27AEB8CB107637C9EF57773399A5BCDE72A7843A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd4059a73e6ffbd2b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtPEpxAPOgCQrwZ_Hu2KRdCGJLSk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão da história:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não faças aos outros aquilo que gostes que te façam a ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-220614782585019721?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/220614782585019721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=220614782585019721' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/220614782585019721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/220614782585019721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/10/a-raposa-e-cegonha.html' title='A   raposa e a cegonha'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-3603252636917234441</id><published>2010-10-04T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T12:54:37.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  -Expressão Plástica'/><title type='text'>As patinhas</title><content type='html'>Fizemos um novo trabalho na aula de Expressão Plástica. Patilhamos com os nossos leitores o que já conseguimos realizar com a ajuda do nosso Professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761556108332&amp;amp;site=widget-2c.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761556108332&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/p1/2882303761556108332/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761556108332&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/p2/2882303761556108332/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761556108332&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/p4/2882303761556108332/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/3000715563433844092-3603252636917234441?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/3603252636917234441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=3603252636917234441' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/3603252636917234441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/3603252636917234441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-patinnhas.html' title='As patinhas'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-7668971004271300575</id><published>2010-09-25T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T12:52:22.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B  -Expressão Plástica'/><title type='text'>O Outono</title><content type='html'>O Outono chegou. Estes são os nossos primeiros trabalhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761555941859&amp;amp;site=widget-e3.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761555941859&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e3.slide.com/p1/2882303761555941859/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761555941859&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e3.slide.com/p2/2882303761555941859/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761555941859&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e3.slide.com/p4/2882303761555941859/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/3000715563433844092-7668971004271300575?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/7668971004271300575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=7668971004271300575' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7668971004271300575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7668971004271300575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-outono.html' title='O Outono'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-249273920141879031</id><published>2010-09-24T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T14:11:55.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.º B -  Olá amigos leitores'/><title type='text'>O Figueirinha está de volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TJ0UAd4OfFI/AAAAAAAAAlw/0KqvW6gBYRs/s1600/ol%C3%A1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520590716479110226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TJ0UAd4OfFI/AAAAAAAAAlw/0KqvW6gBYRs/s200/ol%C3%A1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olá amigos leitores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Figueirinha está de volta. Agora é o jornal escolar da Turma do B do 1.º Ano. Nós somos os continuadores de um projecto iniciado há dois anos atrás pelos nossos colegas que foram para o 2.º ciclo.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixem de nos visitarem e de enviarem as Vossas opiniões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-249273920141879031?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/249273920141879031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=249273920141879031' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/249273920141879031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-2438733942819654626?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/2438733942819654626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=2438733942819654626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2438733942819654626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2438733942819654626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/06/foi-assim-o-encerramento-do-ano-lectivo.html' title='Foi assim o encerramento do ano lectivo'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/TB4LLmQ7wSI/AAAAAAAAAig/9WdG7w3fmNk/s72-c/9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-1366504035450799400</id><published>2010-06-19T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T07:49:36.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encerramento do ano lectivo- 2009-2010'/><title type='text'>Exposição de encerramento do ano lectivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A turma do 4º A, participou numa exposição de encerramento do ano lectivo de 2009/2010 a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nível&lt;/span&gt; de escola. No nosso espaço &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;expusemos&lt;/span&gt; vários trabalhos ligados ao projecto " Escola Mais Verde" e também alguns dos trabalhos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;elaborados&lt;/span&gt; ao longo do ano, nomeadamente alguns dos trabalhos de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pintura&lt;/span&gt; que realizámos na área de expressão plástica.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui deixamos algumas das imagens desta exposição em relação à nossa turma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzMf3xHunI/AAAAAAAAAhg/_YymKk0yOJg/s1600/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484483294148409970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzMf3xHunI/AAAAAAAAAhg/_YymKk0yOJg/s200/13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzMNCFrqtI/AAAAAAAAAhY/wso3DB7DXNg/s1600/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484482970501491410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzMNCFrqtI/AAAAAAAAAhY/wso3DB7DXNg/s200/12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzL-5TbAdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/iv6srRBLMbo/s1600/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484482727625032146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzL-5TbAdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/iv6srRBLMbo/s200/11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484482235047121410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzLiOTskgI/AAAAAAAAAhA/03nhRsMKbY4/s200/16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzLSkC1ttI/AAAAAAAAAg4/EMJlSK9e2fA/s1600/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484476708743283250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzGgjOMAjI/AAAAAAAAAgI/uXzFvmSKDzI/s200/6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484476437232612114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzGQvw_8xI/AAAAAAAAAgA/enrMfSPFZFY/s200/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzF_UTsM8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/-DiR0o3tGAU/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484476137804149698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzF_UTsM8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/-DiR0o3tGAU/s200/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzFxWmBKxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/YFj6vyzaNXw/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484475897899723538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzFxWmBKxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/YFj6vyzaNXw/s200/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484475518041177506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzFbPgrvaI/AAAAAAAAAfo/h-HifcxY_mI/s200/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484473716478519586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzDyYKrKSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/GJpF1Ro_CB4/s200/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-1366504035450799400?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/1366504035450799400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=1366504035450799400' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1366504035450799400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1366504035450799400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/06/exposicao-de-encerramento-de-ano.html' title='Exposição de encerramento do ano lectivo'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/TBzMf3xHunI/AAAAAAAAAhg/_YymKk0yOJg/s72-c/13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-4335269696397924399</id><published>2010-06-09T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:58:07.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinossauros'/><title type='text'>Os dinossauros chegaram à nossa turma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TA_erEV1LYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/87TdYmfDMd4/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480844103014231426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TA_erEV1LYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/87TdYmfDMd4/s200/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Nossa Turma tem uma Exposição de dinossauros na sala de aula. Ela é formada por várias miniaturas de animais pré-Históricos e de Livros com Gravuras Destes animais. Esta colecção &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480844642465139730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TA_fKd88zBI/AAAAAAAAAfI/PlGlzPa9phs/s200/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480844935874458226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TA_fbi_LsnI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/U9kz9UdQ6ew/s200/3.JPG" /&gt;é do nosso professor Rui que a trouxe a nosso pedido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480845624959240242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TA_gDqBzCDI/AAAAAAAAAfY/QZAJMZoCd8c/s200/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta pequena exposição oranizada em várias em&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; partes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dinossauros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;herbívoros&lt;/span&gt; , dinossauros c&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;arnívoros&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dinossauros&lt;/span&gt; voadores, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dinossauros&lt;/span&gt; aquáticos e um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reptil&lt;/span&gt; pré-histórico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Exposição que temos nós nA sala de aula está muito bonita. Nunca tinha visto uma exposição aasim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marco Gabriel (4 º Ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gostei muito da exposição. O Dinossauro Que Mais gostei Foi o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brontossaurio&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carolina Amaral (4o Ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O professor esteve uma Nosso Explicar NA sala de aula o Aparecimento dos dinossauros. Os dinossauros Meus preferidos São: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Diplodotos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Polacanto&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;postosuclus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;torsoaurus&lt;/span&gt; e o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quetzalcoathus&lt;/span&gt;. Gostei muito Desta exposição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tânia (4 º Ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ESTA Exposição Foi muito interessante. Um dinossauro Que me interessou imenso Foi o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diplodotos&lt;/span&gt;. É UM Dinossauro alto e TEM UM ENORME Pescoço. Houve Outros dinossauros Que me interessaram Como por exemplo: o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;amargasauros&lt;/span&gt;, L &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ouranossauros&lt;/span&gt; e o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tanystropheus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Natacha&lt;/span&gt; (4 º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Dinossauro Que eu Mais gostei Foi fazer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tiranossauro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rex&lt;/span&gt;. A Exposição ESTÁ Muito engraçada e gostei muito de ver um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Matias (4 º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu acho Que o Nosso professor Rui Foi muito Nosso amigo em LeVar A SUA colecção de dinossauros Para a sala de aula e Falar Sobre enguias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Nosso Quarenta e Três Levou professor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;idnossauros&lt;/span&gt; Vários e Livros Sobre enguias. Foi boa ideia UMA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt; (4 º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nesta Exposição Há vários tipo0s de dinossauros. Muito Gostei faço &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;triceratops&lt;/span&gt; e fazer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diplódocos&lt;/span&gt;. O professor TEM Nosso Uma grande colecção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hugo (4 º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Meu Dinossauro preferido É o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tiranossauro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rex&lt;/span&gt;. Gostei muito da &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Exposição&lt;/span&gt; das Gravuras dos Livros. Estou Muito contente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beatriz Simões (4 º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... De Entre os dinossauros Desta Exposição o animal Que Mais eu gostei Foi o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;polaconthus&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;postosuclus&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;torosauros&lt;/span&gt; e o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Quetzalcoatlus&lt;/span&gt;, PORQUE ERAM animais ferozes muito. Eu Os Meus Colegas Muito gostámos de ver ESTA exposição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt; (4 º Ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Exposição Que temos NA sala de aula ESTÁ Muito bonita. O Maior dinossauro Que ESTÁ NA Exposição É o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diplodócos&lt;/span&gt;. O Mais feroz É o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tiranossauro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rex&lt;/span&gt;. O professor TEM Meu Uma grande colecção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leandro Simões (4 º Ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu achei ESTA Exposição muito interessante e importante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Valéria&lt;/span&gt; (4 º Ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Dinossauro Que eu Mais gostei Foi Foi o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diplódocos&lt;/span&gt; Dinossauro Que É UM &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hervíboro&lt;/span&gt;. Este animal pré-histórico e QUANDO atacado defende-se com uma cauda grande SUA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adorei ver Toda ESTA exposição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bruno Seco (4 º Ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desta gostei muito Exposição Coisas Muito Importantes PORQUE TEM. O Meu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;donossauros&lt;/span&gt; É o preferido preferido &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diplódocos&lt;/span&gt;. Outros Também HA Interessante Como OS Voadores dinossauros. A Minha parte preferida da aula Foi QUANDO O Nosso professou o Que explicou &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diplódocos&lt;/span&gt; se defendia com uma cauda era atacado QUANDO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sílvia (4 º Ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A turma Ficou Muito animada com uma Exposição Que temos NA sala de aula. O animal me interessei Pelo Qual Foi o Mais &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diplócocos&lt;/span&gt;. Foi Uma Exposição muito interessante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana (4 º Ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Houve nd Exposição eu achei animal hum Que Muito engracado Que foi o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diplódoco&lt;/span&gt;. Era hum dinossauro muito alto e Muito forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soraia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Daniela&lt;/span&gt; (4 º Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desta gostei muito Exposição EO Meu Dinossauro preferido É o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diplódoco&lt;/span&gt;. Nesta Exposição HÁ Quarenta e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oiti&lt;/span&gt; dinossauros, crocodilo UM ALGUNS Homens e pré-Históricos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gostei muito de ver ESTA Exposição, PORQUE É sempre bom aprendermos Coisas Novas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joana (4 º Ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ESTA ESTÁ Exposição Muito engraçada e dez &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dinossautos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carnívors&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hervívoros&lt;/span&gt;, Voadores, Aquáticos ... O Meu É o favorito &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tiranossauro&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gonçalo (4 º Ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu gostei muito Desta exposição. Houve &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Alguma&lt;/span&gt; animais Que me chamaram Mais uma Atenção e hum hum deles Foi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hervíboro&lt;/span&gt; chamado &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diplódocos&lt;/span&gt;. A Exposição Foi engraçada e se Ele Fosse Uma Competição Tinha o professor Meu 100 pontos. É um Que Maior &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Eu já&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vi &lt;/span&gt;Sobre dinossauros OS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beatriz Santos (4 º ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-4335269696397924399?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/4335269696397924399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=4335269696397924399' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4335269696397924399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4335269696397924399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/06/os-dinossauros-chegaram-nossa-turma.html' title='Os dinossauros chegaram à nossa turma'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/TA_erEV1LYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/87TdYmfDMd4/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-1237892526069844749</id><published>2010-06-08T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:22:28.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saúde'/><title type='text'>O valor da fruta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TA6WtGOrduI/AAAAAAAAAew/YWnNxJreSKY/s1600/Digitalizar0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480483498066933474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TA6WtGOrduI/AAAAAAAAAew/YWnNxJreSKY/s200/Digitalizar0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Desenho da Sílvia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fruta é &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;indispensável à nossa vida&lt;/span&gt;. A fruta faz-nos muito bem. Alguns meninos não comem fruta mas deviam comer. Os tipos de fruta que eu conheço e que mais gosto são: uvas, maça, &lt;div align="justify"&gt;pêra, laranja, tangerina, ananás , manga, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dióspiro e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nêsperas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480484010584209218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TA6XK7gUd0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/11wqRnOMaGU/s200/Digitalizar0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Desenho da Joana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha fruta preferida são as uvas. A fruta é muito importante para o nosso organismo porque têm muitas vitaminas. Todos os meninos tem de comer fruta porque ela também nos ajuda&lt;br /&gt;a crescer. Quando as frutas estão estragadas não se devem comer. Às vezes quando comemos muita fruta podemos ficar com dores de barriga.&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós devemos saber que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; fruta é &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hugo Alexandre ( 4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-1237892526069844749?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/1237892526069844749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=1237892526069844749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1237892526069844749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1237892526069844749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-valor-da-fruta.html' title='O valor da fruta'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/TA6WtGOrduI/AAAAAAAAAew/YWnNxJreSKY/s72-c/Digitalizar0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-4356307650603604126</id><published>2010-06-07T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:19:07.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritor António Mota'/><title type='text'>O escritor António Mota veio à nossa escola</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480092075750475458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TA0ytUeKRsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/9I_g-8wlL40/s200/PICT0611.JPG" /&gt;O escritor António Mota veio à escola de Figueira de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lorvão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; conhecer os meninos. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A minha turma ao longo do ano lectivo trabalhou três livros que se chamam: ´´O Grilo Verde´´ , ´´Lengalengas´´ e ´´Romeu e as Rosas de gelo´´. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nós fizemos alguns trabalhos sobre esses livros, os quais estão numa exposição em Penacova. &lt;/div&gt;O escritor António Mota esteve a falar sobre os seus livros e a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;esplicar&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;nos de que é que eles falavam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No fim do António Mota falar connosco ele começou a dar-nos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;autografos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu adorei este dia.O António Mota é muito divertido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruno Tiago( 4º Ano, turma A)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;António Mota é muito simpático&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480092404382125330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TA0zAcuDTRI/AAAAAAAAAeY/mngjBE1C3Bg/s200/PICT0614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O escritor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;António&lt;/span&gt; Mota veio à nossa escola. Antes de ele chegar preparámos uma exposição com trabalhos dos livros dele que fizemos. A minha turma 4º A fez trabalhos com os livros " O Grilo Verde " ,&lt;/span&gt; " &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480095064121488978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TA01bRBVNlI/AAAAAAAAAeg/zMgIzxm6e7E/s200/PICT0620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Romeu e as rosas de gelo " e as " Lengalengas ". As outras turmas também fizeram trabalhos com outros títulos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O António Mota quando chegou achou a exposição engraçada. Falou &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;connosco&lt;/span&gt; , contou-nos uma história e explicou-nos que quando se faz um texto que se tem de ler várias vezes, porque o texto nunca está em condições. Também lhe perguntámos se já tinha recebido algum prémio e ele respondeu que o galo que uma turma fez em jornal e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pintado&lt;/span&gt; que era um prémio da nossa escola. Nós &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tínhamos&lt;/span&gt; comprado um livro dele e ele autografou o livro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele é muito simpático e é bom a escrever e a ler histórias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joana Maria (4º Ano, Turma A) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3000715563433844092-4356307650603604126?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/4356307650603604126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=4356307650603604126' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4356307650603604126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4356307650603604126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-escritor-antonio-mota-veio-nossa.html' title='O escritor António Mota veio à nossa escola'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/TA0ytUeKRsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/9I_g-8wlL40/s72-c/PICT0611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-5391971229372960902</id><published>2010-06-04T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:31:55.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida escolar'/><title type='text'>O Dia da Criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TAlvjaM_w8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/PgM-YWR_Nmo/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479033075792856002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TAlvjaM_w8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/PgM-YWR_Nmo/s200/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No dia 1 de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Junho&lt;/span&gt; , celebrou-se o dia Mundial da Criança. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480100859605874530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TA06sm4e92I/AAAAAAAAAeo/aZYuHJQ9j-o/s200/PICT0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A turma A do 4ªano da escola de Figueira de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lorvão&lt;/span&gt; mais o nosso professor Rui pintámos desenhos com &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tintas&lt;/span&gt; para fazermos um painel com os desenhos . Ele foi colocado na entrada da nossa sala de aula.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479032841118997410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TAlvVv-Y26I/AAAAAAAAAd8/P8LiRG-bPik/s200/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No telheiro da escala foi feita uma exposição com os trabalhos das seis turmas sobre a obra do escritor António Mota.&lt;br /&gt;Lá para o meio da tarde recebemos a visita do escritor António Mota. Quando chegou , o escritor juntou os alunos todos no telheiro e lá falou sobre a importância dos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;livros&lt;/span&gt; e quanto tempo demoram a fazer. Depois da explicação do escritor ele deu autografos nos livros que lhe comprámos.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479032495348898050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TAlvBn4X2QI/AAAAAAAAAd0/O92XXITFnvM/s200/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A mãe da &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt; e a minha mãe deram lembranças para festejarmos melhor o nosso dia da Criança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi assim o nosso dia Mundial da Criança na escola de Figueira de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lorvão&lt;/span&gt;. Eu gostei muito deste dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sílvia Sofia ( 4º ano A )&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/3000715563433844092-5391971229372960902?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/5391971229372960902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=5391971229372960902' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/5391971229372960902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/5391971229372960902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-dia-da-crianca.html' title='O Dia da Criança'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/TAlvjaM_w8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/PgM-YWR_Nmo/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-7780854512236635291</id><published>2010-05-27T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T11:16:27.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritor António Mota'/><title type='text'>Romeu e as rosas de gelo de António Mota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TAKp6C1KOdI/AAAAAAAAAds/285if1alXdI/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477126911493290450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TAKp6C1KOdI/AAAAAAAAAds/285if1alXdI/s200/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TAKkgSrU2gI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OFDudukYdqA/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477120971512273410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TAKkgSrU2gI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OFDudukYdqA/s200/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S_4uLQr6WSI/AAAAAAAAAck/kmbRi9vLoP4/s1600/PICT0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475864967921686818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S_4uLQr6WSI/AAAAAAAAAck/kmbRi9vLoP4/s200/PICT0580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A turma do 4ºA da Escola de Figueira de Lorvão, este ano lectivo já trabalhou três obras do escritor António Mota. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477118002854837890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TAKhzfkPPoI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xiBSECmOF0o/s200/1.jpg" /&gt;A última obra foi "Romeu e as rosas de gelo". Essa história falava sobre o Zé Painho que gostava muito de animais. Ele colocava aos animais nomes de pessoas. É uma história muito bonita. Nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477121962158342530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/TAKlZ9HwQYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/XGR7w5mr630/s200/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;resolvemos imaginar as personagens em cartolina como se fossem fantoches e colocamos os fantoches numa caixinha, forrada com papel. Essa caixinha tem alguns desenhos feitos por nós. Com estes fantoches podemos recontar a história.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-7780854512236635291?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/7780854512236635291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=7780854512236635291' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7780854512236635291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7780854512236635291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/05/romeu-e-as-rosas-de-gelo-de-antonio_27.html' title='Romeu e as rosas de gelo de António Mota'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/TAKp6C1KOdI/AAAAAAAAAds/285if1alXdI/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-9174490406572956985</id><published>2010-05-26T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:01:52.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artigos'/><title type='text'>A poluição dos rios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S_1hWf0yukI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wW-9BXJNbc4/s1600/Digitalizar0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475639761080334914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S_1hWf0yukI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wW-9BXJNbc4/s200/Digitalizar0022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os nossos rios estão cada vez mais &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;poluídos&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Existem fábricas a fazer descargas directas de produtos tóxicos e muito perigosos, tanto para as pessoas como para os animais. Há esgotos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheirosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a desaguar nas águas dos rios. As pessoas não têm muita &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;consciência,&lt;/span&gt; pois tudo o que é lixo deitam nas margens dos rios. E como se não &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bastasse,&lt;/span&gt; alguns agricultores &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; vão poluindo com os produtos que aplicam na agricultura que são venenos os quais &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;misturados&lt;/span&gt; na água &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;matam&lt;/span&gt; os animais que a bebem essa água e que vivem nela, como os peixes. Se estas coisas continuarem a acontecer a fauna e flora dos rios morre e não se poderemos utilizar as águas dos rios para coisa nenhuma .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( 4º Ano. Turma A) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-9174490406572956985?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/9174490406572956985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=9174490406572956985' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/9174490406572956985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/9174490406572956985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/05/poluicao-dos-rios.html' title='A poluição dos rios'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/S_1hWf0yukI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wW-9BXJNbc4/s72-c/Digitalizar0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-7114468737667339428</id><published>2010-04-30T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:41:14.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>História tradicional - O Rei vai nu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S93UEf1SBBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ymlT7kh-188/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466758696427193362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S93UEf1SBBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ymlT7kh-188/s200/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fomos ao auditório do Municipio de Penacova ouvir contar uma história. O Bruno Tiago esteve atento e recontou-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S93TrYylZbI/AAAAAAAAAb8/TLjBdEr0Kyo/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466758265040102834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S93TrYylZbI/AAAAAAAAAb8/TLjBdEr0Kyo/s200/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Era uma vez um rei muito vaidoso. A cada hora ele &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vestia&lt;/span&gt; uma roupa nova. Sempre que lhe telefonavam para falar com o rei diziam: " O Rei está no roupeiro".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este Rei gastava o seu ouro para &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comprar&lt;/span&gt; roupas novas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um dia, chegaram à cidade dois "malandros" que fingiam serem alfaiates. Começaram a dizer pela cidade toda que tinham os melhores tecidos e as melhores roupas. O rei ao ouvir este comunicado pediu logo aos alfaiates para fazerem a melhor roupa que conseguissem para ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alfaiates&lt;/span&gt; fingiam que trabalhavam. O Rei, já estava a ficar impaciente, porque a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sua roupa&lt;/span&gt; nunca mais chegava. Então pediu a um seu Ministro para ir ver a sua roupa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Ministro foi ver a roupa e não viu nada e pensou que estava maluco. Então, não disse ao Rei a verdade e disse que as roupas estavam maravilhosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Rei &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;continuou&lt;/span&gt; impaciente e chamou o Conselheiro para ir ver as suas roupas. O Conselheiro foi ver as roupas e não viu nada. Ele também achou que estava maluco e não contou a verdade &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ao&lt;/span&gt; Rei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passado uns dias os alfaiates anunciaram que a roupa do Rei estava pronta. O Rei foi logo vê-la. O Rei não viu nada e também achou que estava maluco. Então disse aos alfaiates que as roupas eram maravilhosas mas não as viu. O Rei despediu-se e os alfaiates vestiram-lhe a roupa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Rei foi desfilar com a sua nova roupa mas ninguém lhe viu com qualquer roupa vestida, mas... para não ofender o Rei ninguém lhe disse nada. Então uma criança olhando para o Rei disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- O Rei vai &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nu&lt;/span&gt;! O Rei vai &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nu&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Então&lt;/span&gt; todas as pessoas começaram a dizer a verdade ao Rei. O Rei ficou muito envergonhado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bruno Tiago ( 4º Ano)&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/3000715563433844092-7114468737667339428?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/7114468737667339428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=7114468737667339428' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7114468737667339428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/7114468737667339428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/04/historia.html' title='História tradicional - O Rei vai nu'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/S93UEf1SBBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ymlT7kh-188/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-4672261182526524902</id><published>2010-04-27T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:06:08.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENEP'/><title type='text'>Implicações das Tecnologias na aula de Língua Portuguesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S9dCs1jhyyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_LZ49iUhPSM/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464910010895158050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S9dCs1jhyyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_LZ49iUhPSM/s200/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A turma esteve a trabalhar no computador Magalhães. A Professora Anabela, formadora residente do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PNEP&lt;/span&gt;, veio à nossa turma ajudar a desenvolver um trabalho com os computadores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eis algumas das nossas opiniões do trabalho desenvolvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464906988314962002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S9c_85kQKFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/F8BnpS-W2vc/s200/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464909043046313458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S9dB0gCYbfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/R8Ehes6EQKA/s200/3.JPG" /&gt;Hoje foi um dia &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;espectacular&lt;/span&gt; porque estivemos a realizar um trabalho muito divertido no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Word&lt;/span&gt; com o computador " Magalhães". Estivemos a aprender coisas novas com a professora Anabela e o nosso professor. Aprendemos a colocar balões com textos em gravuras. Julgo que é um bocado &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; decorar tudo o que aprendemos. Para podermos colocar os balões com textos e as imagens fomos ao Inserir e depois clicámos nas formas. Aí encontrámos várias coisas como, caras, estrelas, balões. Foi um trabalho muito divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Natacha&lt;/span&gt; ( 4º ano, turma A)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464908343000287922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S9dBLwKZyrI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Sc2a9_7R6uM/s200/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aprendemos a trabalhar melhor com o Word . Aprendemos a esticar desenhos e a colocar formas, como por exemplo: balões de pensar, balões de perguntar, e o balão da fala do narrador. Também aprendemos a procurar imagens no computador. aprendemos isto tudo com o professor Rui e a professora Anabela. Gostei muito desta aula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marco Gabriel ( 4º Ano, turma A)&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/3000715563433844092-4672261182526524902?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/4672261182526524902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=4672261182526524902' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4672261182526524902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4672261182526524902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/04/implicacoes-das-tecnologias-na-aula-de.html' title='Implicações das Tecnologias na aula de Língua Portuguesa'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/S9dCs1jhyyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_LZ49iUhPSM/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-8107509105503726518</id><published>2010-04-21T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:04:13.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actividades de Enriquecimento Curricular'/><title type='text'>Actividades de Enriquecimento Curricular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8-KoQvlEDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/7h2X6mlAL0g/s1600/Classroom+calendar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462737297317630002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8-KoQvlEDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/7h2X6mlAL0g/s200/Classroom+calendar.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Calendário da sala de aula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8-KO-qORoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jL8jLgd6JPc/s1600/Easter+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462736862966597250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8-KO-qORoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jL8jLgd6JPc/s200/Easter+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Páscoa 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8-I1Y2F6hI/AAAAAAAAAa8/J39lHL6LPzo/s1600/Easter+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462735323807476242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8-I1Y2F6hI/AAAAAAAAAa8/J39lHL6LPzo/s200/Easter+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Páscoa 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8-IZtY1HBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Lc47RE8fh4Q/s1600/Easter+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462734848285547538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8-IZtY1HBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Lc47RE8fh4Q/s200/Easter+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Páscoa 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8-H5BhW8ZI/AAAAAAAAAas/cLHC_dLTQic/s1600/Food+Wheel+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462734286754345362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8-H5BhW8ZI/AAAAAAAAAas/cLHC_dLTQic/s200/Food+Wheel+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roda dos Alimentos 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8-HTtUcx3I/AAAAAAAAAak/q36oDKfFy7Q/s1600/Food+Wheel+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462733645676332914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8-HTtUcx3I/AAAAAAAAAak/q36oDKfFy7Q/s200/Food+Wheel+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roda dos Alimentos 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8-GQhhQblI/AAAAAAAAAac/UWk5LvqdOw0/s1600/Vocabulary+Box.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462732491457588818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8-GQhhQblI/AAAAAAAAAac/UWk5LvqdOw0/s200/Vocabulary+Box.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vocabulário Box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-8107509105503726518?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/8107509105503726518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=8107509105503726518' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8107509105503726518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8107509105503726518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/04/actividades-de-ingles.html' title='Actividades de Enriquecimento Curricular'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8-KoQvlEDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/7h2X6mlAL0g/s72-c/Classroom+calendar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-5731432352124700914</id><published>2010-04-19T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:32:43.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme - Matemática'/><title type='text'>Matemática - O volume de um objecto</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a353f1992c04172b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da353f1992c04172b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E55F05C01BB7650D820B3B3181D211995D9A1C7.213D5FBB3AE88EC23F1BED011F81E3F65005FFE6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da353f1992c04172b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpQ1JL_gNqicSXCoxkEiSzZyvVTM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da353f1992c04172b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E55F05C01BB7650D820B3B3181D211995D9A1C7.213D5FBB3AE88EC23F1BED011F81E3F65005FFE6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da353f1992c04172b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpQ1JL_gNqicSXCoxkEiSzZyvVTM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Experiência realizada na sala de aula para determinar o volume de objectos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Materiais  necessários&lt;/strong&gt;                                                                                                                          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proveta graduada de plástico&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Água&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Objecto para determinar o volume.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descrição da experiência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colocámos água na proveta até aos 400 cm3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colocámos uma pedra na proveta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A água na proveta subiu até aos 480cm3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Concluimos que o volume da pedra é de 480cm3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Registo realizado pela Carolina Gonçalves ( 4º ano)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-5731432352124700914?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/5731432352124700914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=5731432352124700914' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/5731432352124700914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/5731432352124700914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/04/matematica-o-volume-de-um-objecto.html' title='Matemática - O volume de um objecto'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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-3000715563433844092.post-8313908615865715333</id><published>2010-04-13T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:08:43.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plano Nacional da Leitura'/><title type='text'>Uma maçã misteriosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8TcqTG4PrI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NW4snam_5n0/s1600/i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459731267521625778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8TcqTG4PrI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NW4snam_5n0/s200/i.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Num dia de sol um menino viu uma maçã numa macieira que havia junto da sua casa. O menino chamava-se Ricardo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Ricardo resolveu ir apanhar a maçã só que ela estava muito alta. Então, subiu à árvore e apanhou a maçã. Depois de descer da árvore foi comê-la. Quando ia dar a primeira trincadela na maçã apareceu uma lagarta. O Ricardo deixou logo cair a maçã e começou a chorar muito alto. A mãe do Ricardo quando ouviu o seu choro foi logo ter com ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- O que foi filho?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Estava uma lagarta na maçã.&lt;br /&gt;- E tu não viste antes de a apanhar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Não, só a vi quando ia pata dar uma trinca na maçã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A mãe levou o Ricardo para casa. A partir daí ele não voltou a tirar maçãs das &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;árvores&lt;/span&gt; antes de verificar se elas tinham algum bicho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Leandro Simões ( 4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Numa manhã um menino queria comer uma maçã . O menino foi ao seu quintal ver se a macieira tinha maçãs . Foi lá e viu que tinha maçãs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Então, ia para apanhar uma  e disse :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Mas como é que a vou conseguir apanhar a maçã?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele começou a pensar . Então teve uma ideia  e disse :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Vou trepar à árvore .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Então, trepou à árvorese conseguiu apanhar a maçã que estava na macieira. Ele ficou muito feliz . Mas...quando a ia para comer   viu que a maçã tinha uma lagarta lá dentro.  O menino assustou -se e acabou por cair no chão. A lagarta riu -se a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gozar&lt;/span&gt; do menino. O menino não gostou que a lagarta g&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ozasse&lt;/span&gt; e então pegou na maçã e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;atirou-a&lt;/span&gt; para o chão.  A lagarta, também não gostou nada que o menino atirasse a maçã para o chão. Então, mordeu no menino. O menino fugiu  assustado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O menino nunca mais comeu maçãs das árvores sem ver se elas estavam boas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bruno João ( 4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-8313908615865715333?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/8313908615865715333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=8313908615865715333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8313908615865715333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8313908615865715333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/04/uma-maca-misteriosa.html' title='Uma maçã misteriosa'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/S8TcqTG4PrI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NW4snam_5n0/s72-c/i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-4969512690451160393</id><published>2010-03-26T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T05:43:54.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida escolar'/><title type='text'>Feliz Páscoa aos leitores do Figueirinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S638CqPV8xI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jA4cs1VzkH4/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453291846444118802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S638CqPV8xI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jA4cs1VzkH4/s200/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A turma do 4º A da escola de Figueira de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lorvão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;deseja &lt;/span&gt;uma Boa Páscoa a todos os nossos leitores.&lt;br /&gt;Pela escola de Figueira de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lorvão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beatriz Salomé e Telmo André (4º Ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453292960353031714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S639Df37FiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Jywuq0vkimM/s200/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-4969512690451160393?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/4969512690451160393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=4969512690451160393' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4969512690451160393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/4969512690451160393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/03/feliz-pascoa-aos-leitores-do.html' title='Feliz Páscoa aos leitores do Figueirinha'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/S638CqPV8xI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jA4cs1VzkH4/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-1479868453420106784</id><published>2010-03-25T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:50:10.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projecto &quot;Escola Mais Verde&quot;'/><title type='text'>Escola mais limpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6vGS6WTOMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/SJNCOXfYLb0/s1600/Digitalizar0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452669802064853186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6vGS6WTOMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/SJNCOXfYLb0/s200/Digitalizar0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No exterior da escola havia muito lixo já há muito tempo. Quem colocou o lixo foram alguns meninos. Esta era uma situação errada porque a escola e o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;espaço&lt;/span&gt; exterior deve estar sempre limpos . Toda a escola &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dec&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6vH9lDbvuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/-k1VHZGT8pU/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452671634594578146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6vH9lDbvuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/-k1VHZGT8pU/s200/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;idido&lt;/span&gt; resolver o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As seis turmas da escola com os seus &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;professores&lt;/span&gt; e funcionárias resolveram limpar o exterior da escola. Ao todo eram mais do que uma centena de pessoas neste trabalho. A nossa turma ,o 4º A, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;calçou uma&lt;/span&gt; luva na mão direita. A turma foi dividida em quatro grupos e cada grupo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;levou um&lt;/span&gt; saco de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plá&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6vIxLVV88I/AAAAAAAAAY4/wwVjcfzkv-8/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452672521043571650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6vIxLVV88I/AAAAAAAAAY4/wwVjcfzkv-8/s200/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stico&lt;/span&gt; preto. Todos nós apanhámos muito lixo e conseguimos encher um contentor. Apanhámos pacotes de leite, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;garrafinhas&lt;/span&gt; de plástico de iogurte, pacotes de sumo, guardanapos, coisas usadas, latas de atum, papeis, sacos de plástico...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6vLDe7RygI/AAAAAAAAAZI/G115TssbXHU/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452675034563856898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6vLDe7RygI/AAAAAAAAAZI/G115TssbXHU/s200/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A escola e o espaço exterior ficou mais limpo. Prometemos manter a escola sempre limpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este nosso trabalho de limpeza faz parte do projecto da escola, " Escola mais verde".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-1479868453420106784?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/1479868453420106784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=1479868453420106784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1479868453420106784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1479868453420106784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/03/escola-mais-limpa.html' title='Escola mais limpa'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6vGS6WTOMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/SJNCOXfYLb0/s72-c/Digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-172746493608278880</id><published>2010-03-24T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:30:53.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida escolar'/><title type='text'>O Dia da Árvore foi em Penacova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6pkoyglYJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/82qJTlny_LY/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452280950801391762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6pkoyglYJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/82qJTlny_LY/s200/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No Dia da Árvore fomos fazer uma visita de estudo ao &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Parque&lt;/span&gt; Verde de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Penacova&lt;/span&gt;. Durante a visita duas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;colegas&lt;/span&gt; plantaram dos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;azevinhos&lt;/span&gt; e enquanto estavam a plantar os outros colegas ficaram a ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No decorrer da visita vimos uma personagem que representava um porco-espinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aprendemos que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;demos&lt;/span&gt; proteger a Floresta porque sem ela não temos futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gonçalo (4º ano)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6pjRkG8ojI/AAAAAAAAAYA/NeimGq3Y4f4/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452279452287148594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6pjRkG8ojI/AAAAAAAAAYA/NeimGq3Y4f4/s200/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fomos ao parque Verde e estava lá uma pessoa vestida de ouriço. Esse ouriço deu-nos um aperto deu-nos um aperto de mão. Depois deram-nos uma camisola que vestimos. Nós andámos muito neste dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beatriz Sofia (4ºAno)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6piePre72I/AAAAAAAAAX4/ecqNv_jBae0/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452278570629918562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6piePre72I/AAAAAAAAAX4/ecqNv_jBae0/s200/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando chegámos a Penacova deram-nos uma camisola a dizer" Dia da Árvore". Todas as turmas começaram então a subir o Parque Verde. Quando chegámos ao topo do Parque Verde vimos vários jardineiros. os jardineiros deram à nossa turma duas árvores que plantámos com a sua ajuda. Dois dos nossos colegas plantaram essas árvores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu professor tirou várias fotografias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na escola o nosso professor deu-nos um autocolante e um balão a todos os meninos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bruno Seco (4ºAno)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6pxp2s-7PI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kyVKVopB-ao/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452295262758169842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6pxp2s-7PI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kyVKVopB-ao/s200/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No dia 22 de Março, a Escola de Figueira de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lorvão&lt;/span&gt; foi a Penacova. Partimos às dez horas da manhã. Quando chegámos a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Penacova&lt;/span&gt; fomos ao Parque Verde. Ao sair da camioneta para ir para o Parque Verde vimos um ouriço e umas senhoras que nos deram ao nosso professor:camisolas, autocolantes e balões para o nosso professor nos dar mais tarde. Logo a seguir fomos para o cimo do parque plantar árvores. Cada turma plantou duas árvores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6p0LkPkwtI/AAAAAAAAAYY/fAbRz8iTd3Q/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452298040941789906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6p0LkPkwtI/AAAAAAAAAYY/fAbRz8iTd3Q/s200/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fomos ao quartel dos bombeiros . Lá entrámos numa ambulância para ver como era uma ambulância por dentro. a seguir fomos ter com um senhor que nos explicou para que serviam os carros dos bombeiros. também nos mostrou carros para: incêndios florestais e para retirar pessoas dentro dos automóveis quando têm acidentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No fim da visita, os autocarros levaram-nos de regresso à escola. Foi uma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;experiê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ncia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;muito diverida&lt;/span&gt; e aprendemos coisas novas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sílvia&lt;/span&gt; Sofia (4º Ano)&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/3000715563433844092-172746493608278880?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/172746493608278880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=172746493608278880' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/172746493608278880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/172746493608278880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-dia-da-arvore-foi-em-penacova.html' title='O Dia da Árvore foi em Penacova'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6pkoyglYJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/82qJTlny_LY/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-6228286132673876499</id><published>2010-03-22T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:21:01.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida escolar'/><title type='text'>O Figueirinha atinge os 5000 visitantes. Houve festa na turma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6e96cw9g-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/B5nyin5KD3g/s1600-h/O+Figueirinha.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451534685806887906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6e96cw9g-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/B5nyin5KD3g/s200/O+Figueirinha.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"O Figueirinha" atingiu já os cinco mil visitantes.Houve festa na turma. Cantou-se os parabéns ao &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;Figueirinha". Foi assim que a turma agradeceu aos seus fieis visitantes. A todos agradecemos de nos terem visitado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não deixem de enviar as vossas opiniões sobre este jornal escolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A Redacção do jornal&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/3000715563433844092-6228286132673876499?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/6228286132673876499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=6228286132673876499' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/6228286132673876499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/6228286132673876499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-figueirinha-atinge-os-5000-visitantes.html' title='O Figueirinha atinge os 5000 visitantes. Houve festa na turma'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/S6e96cw9g-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/B5nyin5KD3g/s72-c/O+Figueirinha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-6561786540667185344</id><published>2010-03-10T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:00:34.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plano Nacional da Leitura'/><title type='text'>Estórias de caracóis é o novo livro da turma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5ftcJJ9QoI/AAAAAAAAAVo/UodL7TyyA_A/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447083342077706882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5ftcJJ9QoI/AAAAAAAAAVo/UodL7TyyA_A/s200/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As opiniões dos seus autores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os alunos do 4ºA fizeram um livro com &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;estórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de caracóis.&lt;br /&gt;São vinte &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;estórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e todas estão muito bonitas.&lt;br /&gt;Na capa do livro está o desenho da &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e na parte de trás da capa está uma fotografia de todos os &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;meninos&lt;/span&gt; do 4ºA.&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro texto é da mamã caracol e o segundo texto é do papá caracol. Os outros textos são dos seus filhotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447084284165849250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5fuS-tRgKI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2Zq0E8V4qME/s200/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mamã e o papá caracol têm dezoito filhotes.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os caracóis vão com a sua &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;estória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; às costas para as pessoas a verem.&lt;br /&gt;Este livro ficou muito bonito e engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Tiago (4º ano )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447087571941283234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5fxSWoBVaI/AAAAAAAAAV4/0lBki-PUUPQ/s200/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é hábito a nossa turma, o 4º A , fez um pequeno livrinho de histórias. Neste livro, "A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; caracol" todos os alunos "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;puxaram&lt;/span&gt;" pela sua imaginação, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;elaborando&lt;/span&gt; histórias para completar o nosso livrinho.&lt;br /&gt;Neste livro &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;podemos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;encontrar&lt;/span&gt; lindas histórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Quando&lt;/span&gt; eu cheguei a casa fui logo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mostrar&lt;/span&gt; o livro aos meus familiares. Os meus familiares &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gostaram&lt;/span&gt; muito de ler as histórias que estavam no livro. Os meus familiares disseram que havia meninos com histórias muito bonitas.&lt;br /&gt;Como todos os anos, o livro de histórias ficou muito &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;engradado e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isso&lt;/span&gt; facilita a nossa capacidade.&lt;br /&gt;Em principio não iremos fazer mais nenhum porque para o ano iremos para o 2ºCiclo.&lt;br /&gt;Ana Rodrigues (4ºAno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5gFc7APbLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/rJX5WqXN_8A/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447109743737793714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5gFc7APbLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/rJX5WqXN_8A/s200/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já é o quinto livro que fazemos com o nosso professor. É uma ideia muito bonita e engraçada.&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma maneira de escrita diferente fazendo um caracol. Inventámos uma história que falava sobre a mãe Vera, o pai Paulo e os dezoito &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;filhinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caracóis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No final do livrinho o senhor professor tirou-nos uma fotografia com o nosso caracol e colocámos a fotografia lá.&lt;br /&gt;Os meus pais e os meus familiares gostaram muito do livrinho e fizeram &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comentários&lt;/span&gt; muito bonitos. Eu também gostei muito do livrinho e estava muito bonito e engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Santos (4º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5gIA3x9SDI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Yi9342OtE5o/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447112560371124274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5gIA3x9SDI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Yi9342OtE5o/s200/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O 4º Ano fez um livro sobre a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; dos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Caracóis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O pai é o Bruno Tiago que se chama Paulo e a mãe é a Sílvia que se chama Vera. Eu sou a Madalena.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;estória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que eu mais gostei foi a do Bruno&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tiago&lt;/span&gt; e a da &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Cada um fez a sua &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;estória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. F&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;izemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vinte &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;estórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; porque somos vinte alunos.&lt;br /&gt;O desenho dos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caracóis&lt;/span&gt; da &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; está na capa do livro porque nós achámos que era o mais bonito.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei do livro dos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caracóis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Santos (4º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5gKLA77gdI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MpOykdZ9_-w/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447114933650817490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5gKLA77gdI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MpOykdZ9_-w/s200/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nosso livro é sobre uma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caracóis&lt;/span&gt;. A minha mãe e a minha avó gostaram muito do livro. Todos nós recebemos um livro com vinte e três páginas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei muito de todas as histórias.&lt;br /&gt;O desenho da &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; estava muito bonito. Todos nós gostámos desse desenho.&lt;br /&gt;O nosso livro está muito bem feito. O nosso professor tem boas ideias. Nós dissemos ao professor que ele tinha muita boas ideias. O nosso professor é muito esperto.&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós gostámos do nosso livro novo.&lt;br /&gt;A minha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; também gostou muito, muito e muito deste novo livro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marco Gabriel (4ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu, o Bruno João da Costa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Baptista&lt;/span&gt; levei o livro para casa . Os meus pais gostaram do livro . A história que eu gosto mais é o texto do Matias e gosto mais do título da Tânia .&lt;br /&gt;Nós &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fizemos muito esforço&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;para fazer o nosso trabalho encaracolado .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu gostei de todos os trabalhos . Eu gostei muito de fazer o texto encaracolado .&lt;br /&gt;O nosso professor teve uma ideia genial . Eu não gostei , adorei . O meu caracol chama -se Pedro e o da Beatriz Salomé também se chama Pedro .&lt;br /&gt;Para mim o trabalho foi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;óptimo&lt;/span&gt; . Eu espero que todos tenham gostado do trabalho .&lt;br /&gt;Bruno João (4ºano ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Os meus pais gostaram dos desenhos e dos textos e eu vou dizer o que eu acho sobre o livro . Eu digo que foi uma óptima ideia . Também gostei da forma como o nosso senhor professor Rui Pais de Carvalho organizou o livro. A minha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mãe&lt;/span&gt; disse que estava tudo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;óptimo&lt;/span&gt;. E também foi gentil da parte do senhor professor ter dado um livro aos do 3Ano A. Foi em troca de nos terem dado a sua marmelada feita por eles .Eu adorei os trabalhos .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soraia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Daniela&lt;/span&gt;(4º ano, Turma A)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-6561786540667185344?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/6561786540667185344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=6561786540667185344' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/6561786540667185344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/6561786540667185344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/03/estorias-de-caracois-e-o-novo-livro-da.html' title='Estórias de caracóis é o novo livro da turma'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5ftcJJ9QoI/AAAAAAAAAVo/UodL7TyyA_A/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-1343948455103120817</id><published>2010-03-09T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:08:17.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida escolar'/><title type='text'>Visita de estudo à Marinha Grande e a Alcobaça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446695922013396690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5aNFU8tXtI/AAAAAAAAAUw/vT0Zoz7G4RQ/s200/1.JPG" /&gt; Os alunos, professores e auxiliares da escola de Figueira de Lorvão foram a uma visita de estudo. Essa visita foi a uma Fábrica do Vidro na Marinha Grande e ao Mosteiro de Alcobaça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A nossa partida foi por volta das 8 horas da manhã e apesar de estar a chover fomos muito contentes.&lt;br /&gt;A visita de estudo começou na Fábrica do Vidro. Quando chegámos à Fábrica do Vidro , fomos para uma varanda ver os trabalhadores a fazer objectos de vidro. Depois de termos visto como se fazia o vidro fomos para uma loja que pertencia à fábrica buscar as lembranças ofercidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5aadoWqetI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8JhIHvL_4iE/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446710633190554322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5aadoWqetI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8JhIHvL_4iE/s200/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como estava a chover muito tivemos de ir alm0çar a uma sala dentro de um pavilhão.&lt;br /&gt;No fim de almoçar fomos para o pavilhão brincar. Entretanto os professores chamaram-nos para irmos outra vez para os autocarros , para irmos visitar o Mosteiro de Alcobaça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando chegámos ao Mosteiro de Alcobaça passamos por uma igreja. Depois entramos numas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5aWV3HxRqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bGIZSi5tQ6M/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446706101669152418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5aWV3HxRqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bGIZSi5tQ6M/s200/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5aTx8d01rI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0G5N0qeHxpQ/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446703285605291698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5aTx8d01rI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0G5N0qeHxpQ/s200/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5aVI3cX78I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/UVnl1w1eNvw/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446704778905644994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5aVI3cX78I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/UVnl1w1eNvw/s200/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;salas onde estavam estatuas de reis e de anjos. Logo a seguir fomos ver o dormitório onde dormiam os frades. Já no fim da visita entramos numa cozinha muito grande.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando saimos do mosteiro fomos para os autocarros que nos levaram de regresso à escola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi um passeio muito divertido e muito bonito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sílvia Sofia ( 4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-1343948455103120817?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/1343948455103120817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=1343948455103120817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1343948455103120817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1343948455103120817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/03/visita-de-estudo.html' title='Visita de estudo à Marinha Grande e a Alcobaça'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/S5aNFU8tXtI/AAAAAAAAAUw/vT0Zoz7G4RQ/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-8849314831733328508</id><published>2010-03-01T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:00:02.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro'/><title type='text'>O nosso teatro de sombras chinesas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4wjicIrTUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/swBcMOwMgfw/s1600-h/PICT0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443765124159196482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4wjicIrTUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/swBcMOwMgfw/s200/PICT0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certo dia, um velho e o seu neto foram à feira. O neto foi no burro e o neto foi a pé&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4wjaViD1iI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Ga9TNSV2MMg/s1600-h/PICT0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443764984947660322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4wjaViD1iI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Ga9TNSV2MMg/s200/PICT0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mais à frente uns homens criticaram de o velho ir a pé. Então resolveram trocar de posições&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4wjT-dn8hI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SZrEiYT8apI/s1600-h/PICT0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443764875675824658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4wjT-dn8hI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SZrEiYT8apI/s200/PICT0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A canção do velho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4wjMrvDXlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1-9Bqjmsxac/s1600-h/PICT0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443764750389567058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4wjMrvDXlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1-9Bqjmsxac/s200/PICT0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E assim continuaram o caminho. Junto a uma fonte duas lavadeiras criticaram de o rapaz ir a pé e o velho ir no burro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4wjDbow_KI/AAAAAAAAAUI/4_U4OJQ-HtI/s1600-h/PICT0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443764591449406626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4wjDbow_KI/AAAAAAAAAUI/4_U4OJQ-HtI/s200/PICT0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Decidiram então irem os dois em cima do burro. Mas... foram de novo criticados por um homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4wi5bc6eBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/XsnqobcESzA/s1600-h/PICT0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443764419601004562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4wi5bc6eBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/XsnqobcESzA/s200/PICT0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A canção do rapaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443764219805920674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4witzKDbaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ijKJ3CWGs2w/s200/PICT0010.JPG" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Seguiram os dois a pé. Mais à frente dois homens que iam numa carroça fizeram pouco do velho e do rapaz irem a pé e o burro ir sem carga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443763930360942194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4wic84_jnI/AAAAAAAAATw/C9dvGLep8Y8/s200/PICT0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O velho disse então ao seu neto que o melhor é não ligarem às pessoas e irem conforme entendessem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4wiOuBOq9I/AAAAAAAAATo/dx_bjOo-qf4/s1600-h/PICT0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443763685850786770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4wiOuBOq9I/AAAAAAAAATo/dx_bjOo-qf4/s200/PICT0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E assim fizeram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A turma do 4ª A anda a realizar um "Teatro de sombras chinesas". Nesse teatro há três personagens principais que são: o velho, o rapaz e o burro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No teatro de sombras chinesas há duas canções, uma do velho e outra do rapaz. Nesse momento das canções aparecem sempre umas borboletas e também um coelho e um caracol para alegrarem a peça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os participantes da peça são: a Beatriz Sofia, a Kelly, o Gonçalo e eu a Natacha.  Somos nós quem manipula as personagens da peça de sombras chinesas. Os restantes meninos colaboram cantando as duas canções.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Está a ser muito divertido realizar este teatro de sombras chinesas. Às vezes começo a pensar que quem inventou o teatro de sombras chinesas devia ter muito "cérebro".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Natacha (4º Ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os meninos gostaram de fazer a peça de teatro .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;( Tânia. 4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3000715563433844092-8849314831733328508?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/8849314831733328508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=8849314831733328508' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8849314831733328508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/8849314831733328508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-nosso-teatro-de-sombras-chinesas.html' title='O nosso teatro de sombras chinesas'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/S4wjicIrTUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/swBcMOwMgfw/s72-c/PICT0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-1753966304898401048</id><published>2010-02-12T10:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:41:53.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plano Nacional da Leitura'/><title type='text'>A visita à Biblioteca do Agrupamento de Penacova</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S3WiVCLwx0I/AAAAAAAAATE/ravEgDXWl80/s1600-h/Biblioteca.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437430607366899522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S3WiVCLwx0I/AAAAAAAAATE/ravEgDXWl80/s200/Biblioteca.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A nossa turma visitou a biblioteca do Agrupamento de Penacova.&lt;br /&gt;Na biblioteca houve uma senhora que nos contou una história cujo nome era " " Sábio como um camelo" A senhora à medida que contava a história foi fazendo algumas perguntas.&lt;br /&gt;Depois a senhora mostrou-nos a biblioteca e falou-nos das regras que devemos ter e são:&lt;br /&gt;não falar muito alto;&lt;br /&gt;depois de lermos um livro nunca o devemos arrumar no sitio onde o tirámos, temos de o entregar na recepção da biblioteca.&lt;br /&gt;A senhora ensinou-nos a descobrir onde estavam os livros, como por exemplo, um livro sobre as leis do cidadão devemos consultar a estante nº 3.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a visita estava quase a terminar a senhora da biblioteca deu umas fichas ao nosso professor para nós fazermos na nossa escola.&lt;br /&gt;Ana Rodrigues ( 4º ano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aprendi um conselho na Biblioteca. Devemos ler um livro todos os dias para alimentar o nosso cérebro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Valéria&lt;/span&gt; ( 4º Ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A senhora da Biblioteca disse-nos que temos de falar baixinho para não perturbar as outras pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt; Raquel (4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No final da visita a senhora deu-nos uma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fichinha&lt;/span&gt; ao nosso professor para nós fazermos na sala de aulas. E nós fizemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beatriz Sofia ( 4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A senhora da Biblioteca disse-nos que nas bibliotecas não se fala auto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tânia (4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Explicaram-nos que quando lemos um livro e depois de o lermos vamos dá-lo a uma das senhoras que dirige a Biblioteca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soraia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Daniela&lt;/span&gt; (4º Ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gostei muito da visita de estudo por aquilo que vi e aprendi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gonçalo (4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aprendemos que numa Biblioteca temos de fazer pouco barulho porque se não , não podemos lá estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marco Gabriel ( 4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entrámos na Biblioteca e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sentámo&lt;/span&gt;-nos nuns &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pufes&lt;/span&gt; e nuns bancos que lá estavam. Estava lá uma senhora que nos explicou que ler livros é importante para memorizarmos as coisas melhores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joana ( 4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A senhora que nos leu a história disse-nos os números das &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prateleiras&lt;/span&gt; onde tinham os livros e cada &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;número&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;correspondia&lt;/span&gt; a um assunto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carolina Amaral (4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na Biblioteca fomos ouvir uma história sobre um homem que gostava de ler. Esse homem tinha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quatrocentos&lt;/span&gt; camelos.Depois de ouvirmos a história fomos visitar a Biblioteca.A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Biblioteca&lt;/span&gt; tinha várias prateleiras marcada de zero a nove. As prateleiras tinham: dicionários, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;encicloplédias&lt;/span&gt;, livros de desporto e de animais entre outros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hugo Alexandre. (4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nós adorámos a história que ouvimos contar e a Biblioteca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt; Mónica (4º Ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na Biblioteca ouvimos contar uma história&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Telmo André (4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ouvimos contar uma bonita história. Essa história falava sobre &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quatrocentos&lt;/span&gt; camelos. Cada camelo vinha por ordem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alfabética&lt;/span&gt;. Cada camelo transportava &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quatrocentos&lt;/span&gt; livros. Esses camelos viviam no deserto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A contadora de histórias disse-nos que às vezes as pessoas se zangam e costumam utilizar uma palavra muito feia que é "camelo". Essa palavra significa que se as pessoas chamarem esse nome umas às outras, quer dizer que não gostam dessa pessoa. Nesta caso a palavra " camelo" é um insulto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Natacha&lt;/span&gt; (4º Ano) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na Biblioteca ouvimos uma história e aprendemos algumas das regras da Biblioteca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Matias ( 4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na Biblioteca uma senhora contou-nos uma história que falava de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quatrocentos&lt;/span&gt; camelos que iam em fila, por ordem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alfabética&lt;/span&gt;. Eles iam carregados de livros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beatriz Simões ( 4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nós na&lt;/span&gt; Biblioteca havia uma estante que dizia &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PNL&lt;/span&gt;. Essa estante era a estante dos livros para crianças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bruno Tiago ( 4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi uma bonita visita de estudo à Biblioteca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bruno João ( 4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No fim da visita de estudo as senhoras da Biblioteca deram-nos fichas para nós fazermos quando chegássemos à escola e nós fizemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sílvia&lt;/span&gt; ( 4º Ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-1753966304898401048?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/1753966304898401048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=1753966304898401048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1753966304898401048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1753966304898401048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/02/visita-biblioteca-do-agrupamento-de.html' title='A visita à Biblioteca do Agrupamento de Penacova'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/S3WiVCLwx0I/AAAAAAAAATE/ravEgDXWl80/s72-c/Biblioteca.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-2829743406435953751</id><published>2010-02-02T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:45:31.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noticias'/><title type='text'>O desfile de Carnaval é no dia 12 de Fevereiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S2hlK4wlNoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/7x6zql47ym4/s1600-h/Digitalizar0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433704188131751554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S2hlK4wlNoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/7x6zql47ym4/s200/Digitalizar0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No dia 12 de Fevereiro de 2010 vai haver um cortejo de Carnaval. Esse cortejo vai ser realizado pela escola &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EB&lt;/span&gt;1 de Figueira de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lorvão&lt;/span&gt;. O tema é "O Ambiente" e a minha turma tem o tema de"A Floresta".&lt;br /&gt;Os pais e os familiares também podem colaborar.Todas as turmas têm um tema.O cortejo de Carnaval vai ser feito com os meninos do Jardim de Infância. A minha escola vai passar pelas seguintes aldeias:&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gavinhos&lt;/span&gt; e Figueira de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lorvão&lt;/span&gt;.Também vamos fazer um convívio com os idosos. Eu espero que os idosos gostem dos nossos fatos .&lt;br /&gt;Toda a escola espera que esse dia seja bonito e que as pessoas gostem. Eu acho que este Carnaval vai ser muito divertido.&lt;br /&gt;Hugo( 4º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-2829743406435953751?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/2829743406435953751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=2829743406435953751' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2829743406435953751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/2829743406435953751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-desfile-de-carnaval-e-no-dia-12-de.html' title='O desfile de Carnaval é no dia 12 de Fevereiro'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/S2hlK4wlNoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/7x6zql47ym4/s72-c/Digitalizar0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-3078999586956402186</id><published>2010-01-11T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:46:12.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida escolar'/><title type='text'>Fizemos pipocas na escola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S0t7MvB3ZNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/zALn5MNExUY/s1600-h/P+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425565634810832082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S0t7MvB3ZNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/zALn5MNExUY/s200/P+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fizemos pipocas, na sala do 1ºA. A senhora Professora Fátima tinha uma panela e colocou lá óleo e depois o milho. Passado agum tempo, as pipocas começaram a estalar. Depois... começamos todos a rir. A seguir o nosso Professor Rui foi buscar os saquinhos do 1ºA e colocou lá as Pipocas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S0uH0Q5huRI/AAAAAAAAASU/OxOCpYi1IBI/s1600-h/P+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425579508057094418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S0uH0Q5huRI/AAAAAAAAASU/OxOCpYi1IBI/s200/P+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando acabaram de colocar as pipocas nos sacos do 1ºA fizeram-se mais pipocas e colocámos as pipocas no nosso saquinho .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Em seguida, o nosso Professor trouxe as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coisas&lt;/span&gt; para a nossa sala. Durante o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;intervalo&lt;/span&gt; o Professor Rui fez muitas Pipocas. Depois &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;levámos as pipocas&lt;/span&gt; para a nossa casa.&lt;/p&gt;Carolina Amaral (4ºAno)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-3078999586956402186?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/3078999586956402186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=3078999586956402186' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/3078999586956402186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/3078999586956402186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/01/fizemos-pipocas-na-escola.html' title='Fizemos pipocas na escola'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/S0t7MvB3ZNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/zALn5MNExUY/s72-c/P+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-1060374871849944181</id><published>2010-01-07T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:46:46.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida escolar'/><title type='text'>Fomos cantar os Reis. Mantivemos a tradição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S0ZCsW1ns-I/AAAAAAAAARk/DFIFlCU1H7s/s1600-h/PICT02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424096131026498530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S0ZCsW1ns-I/AAAAAAAAARk/DFIFlCU1H7s/s200/PICT02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fomos cantar os Reis. Passámos pela Figueira de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lorvão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e por &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gavinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de irmos cantar os Reis fizemos uma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coroa&lt;/span&gt; em cartolina amarela. «Cantámos uma canção muito bonita. Depois de termos cantado uma canção com uma música dizíamos: "Esmola &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aos&lt;/span&gt; Reis ".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cantámos os Reis à porta do Centro do Bem Estar, no Jardim de Infância e em muitos outros lugares. Os idosos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ficaram&lt;/span&gt; contentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S0ZD4mc_QiI/AAAAAAAAARs/yxLSe3GdcPo/s1600-h/PICT3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424097440888209954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/S0ZD4mc_QiI/AAAAAAAAARs/yxLSe3GdcPo/s200/PICT3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos adorámos cos Reis e assim mantivemos a tradição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Na sala de aulas fizemos uma coroa em papel de jornal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Beatriz&lt;/span&gt; Sofia (4 º ano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-1060374871849944181?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/1060374871849944181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=1060374871849944181' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1060374871849944181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/1060374871849944181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2010/01/fomos-cantar-os-reis-mantivemos.html' title='Fomos cantar os Reis. Mantivemos a tradição'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/S0ZCsW1ns-I/AAAAAAAAARk/DFIFlCU1H7s/s72-c/PICT02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000715563433844092.post-3405479138766712438</id><published>2009-12-18T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:34:06.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida escolar'/><title type='text'>Um Feliz Natal e um Próspero Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/SyvrFcx9w1I/AAAAAAAAARc/1_kLOwBAxZ0/s1600-h/Pai+Natal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 79px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416681455700788050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KIeANb1HmuA/SyvrFcx9w1I/AAAAAAAAARc/1_kLOwBAxZ0/s200/Pai+Natal.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Figueirinha" deseja um Feliz Natal e um Próspero Ano Novo a todos os nossos dedicados leitores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometemos voltar em Janeiro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3000715563433844092-3405479138766712438?l=figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/feeds/3405479138766712438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3000715563433844092&amp;postID=3405479138766712438' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/3405479138766712438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3000715563433844092/posts/default/3405479138766712438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://figueirinhajornal.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-feliz-natal-e-um-prospero-ano-novo.html' title='Um Feliz Natal e um Próspero Ano Novo'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342454516767892315</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/_KIeANb1HmuA/SyvrFcx9w1I/AAAAAAAAARc/1_kLOwBAxZ0/s72-c/Pai+Natal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
