<?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-4968649425202775618</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:03:10.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iris Fernandes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisfernandes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968649425202775618/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisfernandes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Iris Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238552212548452498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1-9vvP4G6s/TeVpv9RPLCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VXp61PZONDQ/s220/SDC10397.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968649425202775618.post-8702747414599221611</id><published>2009-09-17T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:46:16.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e minha profissão</title><content type='html'>Entre várias conversas com colegas de trabalho, percebo sempre muito desencanto e falta de entusiasmo com o trabalho. Não os recrimino, inclusive reconheço que essa prática tem se tornado cada vez mais difícil por diversos motivos. &lt;br /&gt;Em razão disso me pego muitas vezes avaliando meu trabalho ou pensando em qual seria uma outra possível profissão à qual eu poderia me dedicar e não me vejo em nenhuma outra. &lt;br /&gt;Acho mesmo que padeço de um 'mal' incurável: a educação. ( rsrss ) &lt;br /&gt;Acredito verdadeiramente que somos agentes formadores de opinião e até mesmo modificadores em vários aspectos da vida escolar e social.&lt;br /&gt;Quero nesse breve texto dizer que AMO MUITO MESMO o que eu faço, que AMO DE PAIXÃO os meus alunos, que DESEJO INTENSAMENTE que eles superem as dificuldades e que se desenvolvam e cresçam no sentido mais amplo que essa palavra possa ter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você chegou até aqui e leu esse texto, aproveite e clique no endereço abaixo e dê uma olhadinha nesse vídeo que foi exibido no Jornal Meio Dia na Rede Globo, em 16 de setembro de 2009, por ocasião de uma reportagem para o Concurso Repórter Mirim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://megaminas.globo.com/video/2009/09/16/criancas-se-mobilizam-para-o-reporter-mirim-2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968649425202775618-8702747414599221611?l=irisfernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisfernandes.blogspot.com/feeds/8702747414599221611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irisfernandes.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-e-minha-profissao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968649425202775618/posts/default/8702747414599221611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968649425202775618/posts/default/8702747414599221611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisfernandes.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-e-minha-profissao.html' title='Eu e minha profissão'/><author><name>Iris Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238552212548452498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1-9vvP4G6s/TeVpv9RPLCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VXp61PZONDQ/s220/SDC10397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968649425202775618.post-8190358675403670964</id><published>2009-09-13T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:44:58.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um novo ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYwakXLC4xQ/Sq2f4COeD6I/AAAAAAAAABk/qXz6AOJ_aEs/s1600-h/DSC01463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381132914796662690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYwakXLC4xQ/Sq2f4COeD6I/AAAAAAAAABk/qXz6AOJ_aEs/s400/DSC01463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou assim, sem avisar.&lt;br /&gt;Foi tomando conta.&lt;br /&gt;Mudando tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Os hábitos, a rotina,&lt;br /&gt;  alimentação e até o vestuário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As emoções foram alteradas.&lt;br /&gt;Você nem perguntou se poderia.&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos foi ocupando mais espaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo fui me acostumando com você.&lt;br /&gt;E reconhecia o seu modo diferente de se comunicar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava ali, tão presente.&lt;br /&gt;Latente, cheio de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu ventre alojou esse novo ser.&lt;br /&gt;Que me acompanhava&lt;br /&gt;E me modificava,&lt;br /&gt;Me moldava,&lt;br /&gt;Me preparava&lt;br /&gt;Para ser só sua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ousadia!&lt;br /&gt;Tão pequenino!&lt;br /&gt;Já chegou mandando!&lt;br /&gt;Achando que podia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, claro, podia.&lt;br /&gt;Tinha todo o direito.&lt;br /&gt;E era respeitado.&lt;br /&gt;Aclamado, venerado.&lt;br /&gt;Amado.&lt;br /&gt;Esperado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autora: Ires Fernandes dos Santos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15 de janeiro de 2009 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968649425202775618-8190358675403670964?l=irisfernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisfernandes.blogspot.com/feeds/8190358675403670964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irisfernandes.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-novo-ser_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968649425202775618/posts/default/8190358675403670964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968649425202775618/posts/default/8190358675403670964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisfernandes.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-novo-ser_13.html' title='Um novo ser'/><author><name>Iris Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238552212548452498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1-9vvP4G6s/TeVpv9RPLCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VXp61PZONDQ/s220/SDC10397.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYwakXLC4xQ/Sq2f4COeD6I/AAAAAAAAABk/qXz6AOJ_aEs/s72-c/DSC01463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968649425202775618.post-4546502062914171690</id><published>2009-09-13T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:18:08.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYwakXLC4xQ/Sq2Lr1dlN8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/YxXd8lwgqEw/s1600-h/BXK15424_paisagem_tropical800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381110714979399618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYwakXLC4xQ/Sq2Lr1dlN8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/YxXd8lwgqEw/s400/BXK15424_paisagem_tropical800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mão de Deus vai escrever mais um de seus milagres!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se você crer que hoje é o tempo de vencer, acredite o céu diz que SIM!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968649425202775618-4546502062914171690?l=irisfernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisfernandes.blogspot.com/feeds/4546502062914171690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irisfernandes.blogspot.com/2009/09/mao-de-deus-vai-escrever-mais-um-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968649425202775618/posts/default/4546502062914171690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968649425202775618/posts/default/4546502062914171690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisfernandes.blogspot.com/2009/09/mao-de-deus-vai-escrever-mais-um-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238552212548452498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1-9vvP4G6s/TeVpv9RPLCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VXp61PZONDQ/s220/SDC10397.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bYwakXLC4xQ/Sq2Lr1dlN8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/YxXd8lwgqEw/s72-c/BXK15424_paisagem_tropical800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968649425202775618.post-63858779248640944</id><published>2009-09-12T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:02:36.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU QUERIDO FILHO CAIO EDUARDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYwakXLC4xQ/SqwWf0BQvGI/AAAAAAAAABI/yNgTyPeaEBs/s1600-h/OgAAAPsHhG3b7wOEXaBvYLZA2srrz23UbwQZNYmyKx1epFEco4ZeIsZh3e5Un-evCZRTdSTkPcRpMJ5pt1HmkUDYLwsAm1T1ULDWqrFSubTjQh-cQH01ad3cGnEk%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380700390596590690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYwakXLC4xQ/SqwWf0BQvGI/AAAAAAAAABI/yNgTyPeaEBs/s320/OgAAAPsHhG3b7wOEXaBvYLZA2srrz23UbwQZNYmyKx1epFEco4ZeIsZh3e5Un-evCZRTdSTkPcRpMJ5pt1HmkUDYLwsAm1T1ULDWqrFSubTjQh-cQH01ad3cGnEk%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://frases.netsaber.com.br/ver_frase.php?c=1614"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você me faz acreditar que nada existe sem amor, que veio para mostrar o meu caminho. Você traz uma paixão que eu nunca pude descobrir. Mostrou que um coração não vive sem carinho. &lt;/span&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/4968649425202775618-63858779248640944?l=irisfernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisfernandes.blogspot.com/feeds/63858779248640944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irisfernandes.blogspot.com/2009/09/ao-meu-querido-filho-caio-eduardo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968649425202775618/posts/default/63858779248640944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968649425202775618/posts/default/63858779248640944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisfernandes.blogspot.com/2009/09/ao-meu-querido-filho-caio-eduardo.html' title='MEU QUERIDO FILHO CAIO EDUARDO'/><author><name>Iris Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238552212548452498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1-9vvP4G6s/TeVpv9RPLCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VXp61PZONDQ/s220/SDC10397.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bYwakXLC4xQ/SqwWf0BQvGI/AAAAAAAAABI/yNgTyPeaEBs/s72-c/OgAAAPsHhG3b7wOEXaBvYLZA2srrz23UbwQZNYmyKx1epFEco4ZeIsZh3e5Un-evCZRTdSTkPcRpMJ5pt1HmkUDYLwsAm1T1ULDWqrFSubTjQh-cQH01ad3cGnEk%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
