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No que se refere ao gerenciamento da dor, assinale a alternativa incorreta.

Em relação às alterações dos sistemas que compõem o mecanismo de controle do equilíbrio e postura em idosos, assinale a alternativa incorreta.

A espirometria é um teste não invasivo amplamente utilizado para avaliar a função ventilatória.
No que se refere às indicações para a utilização de espirometria, assinale a alternativa incorreta

Perrenoud (1999) sinaliza a importância da regulação dos processos de aprendizagem, numa abordagem pragmática da avaliação formativa.
Com base nas reflexões desse autor, sobre a avaliação formativa é incorreto afirmar:

Rangel (2003; 2005) salienta que o supervisor pedagógico escolar compõe o corpo de professores, tendo a especificidade do seu trabalho.

De acordo com essa autora, sobre a especificidade do trabalho do supervisor é incorreto afirmar:

Criado em 2007, o Projeto Alfaletrar explicita em seu nome a concepção de ensino que o fundamenta: alfabetizar letrando e letrar alfabetizando. Analise as seguintes afirmativas sobre o Projeto Alfaletrar.
I. O processo de alfabetização, na sua totalidade, é composto por dois desenvolvimentos: desenvolvimento psicogenético e consciência fonológica.

II. O currículo de alfabetização e letramento é constituído por sete componentes, sendo que cada componente é formado por várias metas, as quais possuem descritores que evidenciam as habilidades a serem desenvolvidas ao longo da escolaridade.

III. O letramento pode ser definido como processo de desenvolvimento de habilidades e conhecimentos necessários para uma atuação competente nas práticas sociais envolvendo a língua escrita.

IV. O Projeto Alfaletrar é baseado nos princípios de continuidade e acompanhamento, fortalecidos pelo Núcleo de Alfabetização e Letramento, cuja função é o atendimento individualizado a cada professor.

Estão corretas as afirmativas

Para Zabala (1998, p. 168), são considerados materiais curriculares “aqueles meios que ajudam os professores a responder aos problemas concretos que as diferentes fases dos processos de planejamento, execução e avaliação apresentam”.

Sobre os materiais curriculares, segundo esse autor, é correto afirmar:

Estanislau e Bressan (2014) pontuam estratégias colaborativas entre escola e família, uma vez que o envolvimento dos pais com a escola contribui para o desenvolvimento da criança como um todo.
São estratégias colaborativas entre escola e família, exceto:

Tendo como referência a Base Nacional Comum Curricular (BNCC) para a Educação Infantil e para o Ensino Fundamental, analise as afirmativas a seguir e assinale com V as verdadeiras e com F as falsas.
( ) Cabe às redes de ensino e escolas particulares a tarefa de construir currículos, a partir das aprendizagens essenciais definidas na BNCC. ( ) Nos quatro primeiros anos do Ensino Fundamental, o foco da ação pedagógica deve ser a alfabetização, de modo a garantir oportunidades aos alunos de apropriação do sistema de escrita alfabética vinculado ao desenvolvimento de outras habilidades de leitura e de escrita e ao seu envolvimento em práticas diversificadas de letramentos. ( ) Na Educação Infantil, a BNCC determina que sejam assegurados os direitos de aprendizagem e desenvolvimento, com o intuito de as crianças terem condições de aprender e se desenvolver. ( ) Na BNCC, o Ensino Fundamental está organizado em seis áreas do conhecimento, sendo que cada uma delas estabelece campos de experiências, os quais definem objetivos de aprendizagem e desenvolvimento organizados em três grupos por faixa etária. ( ) Uma de suas competências gerais aborda a valorização e a utilização dos conhecimentos historicamente construídos sobre o mundo físico, social, cultural e digital para compreender e explicar a realidade, continuar aprendendo e colaborar para a construção de uma sociedade justa, democrática e inclusiva.

Assinale a sequência correta.

Para Vasconcellos (2006), o projeto político-pedagógico (PPP) pode ser definido como o plano global da instituição, delineando o tipo de ação educativa que se pretende efetivar.
De acordo com as ideias desse autor sobre o PPP, é correto afirmar:

Constituído por um conjunto de avaliações externas em larga escala, o Sistema de Avaliação da Educação Básica (Saeb) possibilita avaliar a qualidade da educação brasileira. Analise as seguintes afirmativas sobre o Saeb.
I. A Avaliação Nacional da Alfabetização (ANA) é aplicada aos estudantes do 3º ano do Ensino Fundamental das escolas públicas, fornecendo resultados sobre o desempenho deles em leitura, matemática e escrita. II. Na Prova Brasil, cada descritor das matrizes de referência é uma combinação entre conteúdos curriculares e operações mentais desenvolvidas pelos alunos, que retratam determinadas competências e habilidades. III. Avaliação censitária anual, a Prova Brasil examina o desempenho em Língua Portuguesa (leitura) e em Matemática dos alunos do 6º ano (5ª série) e 9º ano (8ª série) do Ensino Fundamental das escolas públicas urbanas. IV. O Índice de Desenvolvimento da Educação Básica (Ideb) é composto pelos resultados de aprendizagem dos estudantes, averiguados no Saeb; junto com as taxas de aprovação, reprovação e abandono, fornecidas pelo Censo Escolar.

Estão corretas as afirmativas

Baseando-se na Lei nº 9.394/96, que estabelece as diretrizes e bases da educação nacional, analise as seguintes afirmativas sobre os níveis e modalidades de educação e ensino e assinale com V as verdadeiras e com F as falsas.
( ) Parte integrante da formação básica do cidadão e também disciplina dos horários normais das escolas públicas de ensinos Fundamental e Médio, o Ensino Religioso possui matrícula obrigatória. ( ) No Ensino Fundamental, a jornada escolar terá pelo menos quatro horas de trabalho efetivo em sala de aula, sendo o período de permanência na escola progressivamente ampliado. ( ) A finalidade da primeira etapa da Educação Básica é o desenvolvimento integral da criança de até 4 (quatro) anos de idade, em seus aspectos intelectual e social, complementando a ação da família e da comunidade. ( ) Destinada àqueles que não tiveram acesso ou continuidade de estudos nos ensinos Fundamental e Médio na idade própria, a Educação de Jovens e Adultos constituirá instrumento para a educação e a aprendizagem ao longo da vida.

Assinale a sequência correta.

Sobre o regime constitucional dos servidores públicos, assinale a alternativa incorreta.

Leia o fragmento a seguir.
“Segundo a Sociedade Brasileira de Pediatria (SBP), crianças (com 9 anos) não devem usar as telas (de celular) por mais de duas horas diárias. Já para as de 2 a 5 anos o rigor é maior: até uma hora. E bebês com menos de 2 anos não deveriam ter contato.” Muito tempo de tela diminui memória e atenção da criança.
Jornal O Tempo, 7 de out de 2018, p 29.


A fim de orientar pais e responsáveis por criança no uso de telas (celular, computadores, TVs, etc.), a SBP recomenda que os adultos também se desconectem quando em contato com crianças, ou que façam uso solidário do aparelho, discutindo e orientando o que se apresenta na tela, bem como limitem o acesso antes do sono e durante as refeições das crianças.
Em se tratando das refeições, o uso do celular deve ser evitado porque:

“Posso dizer que 100% das minhas vendas são concluídas pelo WhatsApp. Faço a divulgação no Facebook e no Instagram, mas negocio com o cliente via WhatsApp afirma a microempresária [...] (que) vende bolos e doces há três anos na internet. [...]” O TEMPO. “WhatsApp é a ferramenta de venda para
70% dos negócios”, 14 out. 2018. p. 12.

De acordo com a reportagem, as redes sociais têm potencializado muitos negócios.
Considerando os fatores que explicam esse tipo de negócio, é correto afirmar:

TEXT 2 The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace. It was early afternoon at the very end of February, a magic winter day of bitter cold, frost, and pale, cloudless skies. The sun shone, sending long shadows, but there was little warmth in it, and the ploughed fields lay hard as iron. From the chimneys of scattered farmhouses and small stone cottages, smoke rose, straight as columns, up into the still air, and flocks of sheep, heavy with wool and incipient pregnancy, gathered around feeding troughs, stuffed with hay. Sitting in the back of the taxi, gazing through the dusty window, Penelope Keeling decided that she had never seen the familiar countryside look so beautiful. The road curved steeply; ahead stood the wooden signpost marking the lane that led to Temple Pudley. The driver slowed and with a painful change of gear, turned, bumping downhill between high and blinding hedges. Moments later they were in the village, with its golden Cotswold stone houses, newsagent butcher, the Sudeley Arms, and the church – set back from the street behind an ancient graveyard and the dark foliage of some suitably gloomy yews. There were few people about. The children were all in school, and the bitter weather kept others indoors. Only an old man, mittened and scarved, walked his ancient dog. “Which house is it?” the taxi driver inquired over his shoulder. She leaned forward, ridiculously excited and expectant. “Just a little way on. Through the village. The white gates on the right. They’re open. There! Here we are.” He turned in through the gates and the car drew up at the back of the house. She opened the door and got out, drawing her dark blue cape around her against the cold. She opened her bag and found her key, went to unlock the door. Behind her, the taxi driver manhandled open the boot of the car and lifted out her small suitcase. She turned to take it from him, but he held on to it, somewhat concerned. “is there nobody here to meet you?” “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.” “Be all right, will you?” She smiled into his kindly face. He was quite young, with fair bushy hair. “Of course.” He hesitated, not wishing to presume. ‘If you want, I’ll carry the case in. Carry it upstairs, if needs be.’ “Oh, that’s kind of you. But I can easily manage…” “No bother.” He told her, and followed her into the kitchen. She opened the door, and led him up the narrow, cottage stairs. Everything smelt clinically clean. Mrs. Plackett, bless her heart, had not been wasting time during the few days of Penelope’s absence. She quite liked it when Penelope went away, because then she could do things like wash the white paint of the bannisters, and boil dusters, and buff up the brass and silver. Her bedroom door stood ajar. She went in, and the young man followed her, setting her case on the floor. “Anything else I can do?” he asked. “Not a thing. Now, how much do I owe you?” He told her, looking shamefaced, as though it were an embarrassment to him. She paid him, and told him to keep the change. He thanked her, and they went back down the stairs. But still he hung about, seeming reluctant to leave. He probably, she told herself, had some old granny, of his own, for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility. “You’ll be all right, then?” “I promise you. And tomorrow my friend Mrs. Plackett will come. So then I won’t be alone anymore.” This, for some reason, reassured him. “I’ll be off then.’” “No trouble.” PILCHER, Rosamund. The shell seekers. London: Coronet Books, Hodder and Stoughton,1989. p. 9-11.
In the phrase “Only an old man, mittened and scarved”, the two words “mittened” and “scarved” are

TEXT 2 The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace. It was early afternoon at the very end of February, a magic winter day of bitter cold, frost, and pale, cloudless skies. The sun shone, sending long shadows, but there was little warmth in it, and the ploughed fields lay hard as iron. From the chimneys of scattered farmhouses and small stone cottages, smoke rose, straight as columns, up into the still air, and flocks of sheep, heavy with wool and incipient pregnancy, gathered around feeding troughs, stuffed with hay. Sitting in the back of the taxi, gazing through the dusty window, Penelope Keeling decided that she had never seen the familiar countryside look so beautiful. The road curved steeply; ahead stood the wooden signpost marking the lane that led to Temple Pudley. The driver slowed and with a painful change of gear, turned, bumping downhill between high and blinding hedges. Moments later they were in the village, with its golden Cotswold stone houses, newsagent butcher, the Sudeley Arms, and the church – set back from the street behind an ancient graveyard and the dark foliage of some suitably gloomy yews. There were few people about. The children were all in school, and the bitter weather kept others indoors. Only an old man, mittened and scarved, walked his ancient dog. “Which house is it?” the taxi driver inquired over his shoulder. She leaned forward, ridiculously excited and expectant. “Just a little way on. Through the village. The white gates on the right. They’re open. There! Here we are.” He turned in through the gates and the car drew up at the back of the house. She opened the door and got out, drawing her dark blue cape around her against the cold. She opened her bag and found her key, went to unlock the door. Behind her, the taxi driver manhandled open the boot of the car and lifted out her small suitcase. She turned to take it from him, but he held on to it, somewhat concerned. “is there nobody here to meet you?” “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.” “Be all right, will you?” She smiled into his kindly face. He was quite young, with fair bushy hair. “Of course.” He hesitated, not wishing to presume. ‘If you want, I’ll carry the case in. Carry it upstairs, if needs be.’ “Oh, that’s kind of you. But I can easily manage…” “No bother.” He told her, and followed her into the kitchen. She opened the door, and led him up the narrow, cottage stairs. Everything smelt clinically clean. Mrs. Plackett, bless her heart, had not been wasting time during the few days of Penelope’s absence. She quite liked it when Penelope went away, because then she could do things like wash the white paint of the bannisters, and boil dusters, and buff up the brass and silver. Her bedroom door stood ajar. She went in, and the young man followed her, setting her case on the floor. “Anything else I can do?” he asked. “Not a thing. Now, how much do I owe you?” He told her, looking shamefaced, as though it were an embarrassment to him. She paid him, and told him to keep the change. He thanked her, and they went back down the stairs. But still he hung about, seeming reluctant to leave. He probably, she told herself, had some old granny, of his own, for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility. “You’ll be all right, then?” “I promise you. And tomorrow my friend Mrs. Plackett will come. So then I won’t be alone anymore.” This, for some reason, reassured him. “I’ll be off then.’” “No trouble.” PILCHER, Rosamund. The shell seekers. London: Coronet Books, Hodder and Stoughton,1989. p. 9-11.
In the phrase “for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility.”, the pronoun “whom” refers to the

TEXT 2 The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace. It was early afternoon at the very end of February, a magic winter day of bitter cold, frost, and pale, cloudless skies. The sun shone, sending long shadows, but there was little warmth in it, and the ploughed fields lay hard as iron. From the chimneys of scattered farmhouses and small stone cottages, smoke rose, straight as columns, up into the still air, and flocks of sheep, heavy with wool and incipient pregnancy, gathered around feeding troughs, stuffed with hay. Sitting in the back of the taxi, gazing through the dusty window, Penelope Keeling decided that she had never seen the familiar countryside look so beautiful. The road curved steeply; ahead stood the wooden signpost marking the lane that led to Temple Pudley. The driver slowed and with a painful change of gear, turned, bumping downhill between high and blinding hedges. Moments later they were in the village, with its golden Cotswold stone houses, newsagent butcher, the Sudeley Arms, and the church – set back from the street behind an ancient graveyard and the dark foliage of some suitably gloomy yews. There were few people about. The children were all in school, and the bitter weather kept others indoors. Only an old man, mittened and scarved, walked his ancient dog. “Which house is it?” the taxi driver inquired over his shoulder. She leaned forward, ridiculously excited and expectant. “Just a little way on. Through the village. The white gates on the right. They’re open. There! Here we are.” He turned in through the gates and the car drew up at the back of the house. She opened the door and got out, drawing her dark blue cape around her against the cold. She opened her bag and found her key, went to unlock the door. Behind her, the taxi driver manhandled open the boot of the car and lifted out her small suitcase. She turned to take it from him, but he held on to it, somewhat concerned. “is there nobody here to meet you?” “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.” “Be all right, will you?” She smiled into his kindly face. He was quite young, with fair bushy hair. “Of course.” He hesitated, not wishing to presume. ‘If you want, I’ll carry the case in. Carry it upstairs, if needs be.’ “Oh, that’s kind of you. But I can easily manage…” “No bother.” He told her, and followed her into the kitchen. She opened the door, and led him up the narrow, cottage stairs. Everything smelt clinically clean. Mrs. Plackett, bless her heart, had not been wasting time during the few days of Penelope’s absence. She quite liked it when Penelope went away, because then she could do things like wash the white paint of the bannisters, and boil dusters, and buff up the brass and silver. Her bedroom door stood ajar. She went in, and the young man followed her, setting her case on the floor. “Anything else I can do?” he asked. “Not a thing. Now, how much do I owe you?” He told her, looking shamefaced, as though it were an embarrassment to him. She paid him, and told him to keep the change. He thanked her, and they went back down the stairs. But still he hung about, seeming reluctant to leave. He probably, she told herself, had some old granny, of his own, for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility. “You’ll be all right, then?” “I promise you. And tomorrow my friend Mrs. Plackett will come. So then I won’t be alone anymore.” This, for some reason, reassured him. “I’ll be off then.’” “No trouble.” PILCHER, Rosamund. The shell seekers. London: Coronet Books, Hodder and Stoughton,1989. p. 9-11.
The sentence “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.”, if reported will read as:

TEXT 2 The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace. It was early afternoon at the very end of February, a magic winter day of bitter cold, frost, and pale, cloudless skies. The sun shone, sending long shadows, but there was little warmth in it, and the ploughed fields lay hard as iron. From the chimneys of scattered farmhouses and small stone cottages, smoke rose, straight as columns, up into the still air, and flocks of sheep, heavy with wool and incipient pregnancy, gathered around feeding troughs, stuffed with hay. Sitting in the back of the taxi, gazing through the dusty window, Penelope Keeling decided that she had never seen the familiar countryside look so beautiful. The road curved steeply; ahead stood the wooden signpost marking the lane that led to Temple Pudley. The driver slowed and with a painful change of gear, turned, bumping downhill between high and blinding hedges. Moments later they were in the village, with its golden Cotswold stone houses, newsagent butcher, the Sudeley Arms, and the church – set back from the street behind an ancient graveyard and the dark foliage of some suitably gloomy yews. There were few people about. The children were all in school, and the bitter weather kept others indoors. Only an old man, mittened and scarved, walked his ancient dog. “Which house is it?” the taxi driver inquired over his shoulder. She leaned forward, ridiculously excited and expectant. “Just a little way on. Through the village. The white gates on the right. They’re open. There! Here we are.” He turned in through the gates and the car drew up at the back of the house. She opened the door and got out, drawing her dark blue cape around her against the cold. She opened her bag and found her key, went to unlock the door. Behind her, the taxi driver manhandled open the boot of the car and lifted out her small suitcase. She turned to take it from him, but he held on to it, somewhat concerned. “is there nobody here to meet you?” “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.” “Be all right, will you?” She smiled into his kindly face. He was quite young, with fair bushy hair. “Of course.” He hesitated, not wishing to presume. ‘If you want, I’ll carry the case in. Carry it upstairs, if needs be.’ “Oh, that’s kind of you. But I can easily manage…” “No bother.” He told her, and followed her into the kitchen. She opened the door, and led him up the narrow, cottage stairs. Everything smelt clinically clean. Mrs. Plackett, bless her heart, had not been wasting time during the few days of Penelope’s absence. She quite liked it when Penelope went away, because then she could do things like wash the white paint of the bannisters, and boil dusters, and buff up the brass and silver. Her bedroom door stood ajar. She went in, and the young man followed her, setting her case on the floor. “Anything else I can do?” he asked. “Not a thing. Now, how much do I owe you?” He told her, looking shamefaced, as though it were an embarrassment to him. She paid him, and told him to keep the change. He thanked her, and they went back down the stairs. But still he hung about, seeming reluctant to leave. He probably, she told herself, had some old granny, of his own, for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility. “You’ll be all right, then?” “I promise you. And tomorrow my friend Mrs. Plackett will come. So then I won’t be alone anymore.” This, for some reason, reassured him. “I’ll be off then.’” “No trouble.” PILCHER, Rosamund. The shell seekers. London: Coronet Books, Hodder and Stoughton,1989. p. 9-11.
In the sentence “The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace”, the words “empty” and “country” are used as

TEXT 2 The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace. It was early afternoon at the very end of February, a magic winter day of bitter cold, frost, and pale, cloudless skies. The sun shone, sending long shadows, but there was little warmth in it, and the ploughed fields lay hard as iron. From the chimneys of scattered farmhouses and small stone cottages, smoke rose, straight as columns, up into the still air, and flocks of sheep, heavy with wool and incipient pregnancy, gathered around feeding troughs, stuffed with hay. Sitting in the back of the taxi, gazing through the dusty window, Penelope Keeling decided that she had never seen the familiar countryside look so beautiful. The road curved steeply; ahead stood the wooden signpost marking the lane that led to Temple Pudley. The driver slowed and with a painful change of gear, turned, bumping downhill between high and blinding hedges. Moments later they were in the village, with its golden Cotswold stone houses, newsagent butcher, the Sudeley Arms, and the church – set back from the street behind an ancient graveyard and the dark foliage of some suitably gloomy yews. There were few people about. The children were all in school, and the bitter weather kept others indoors. Only an old man, mittened and scarved, walked his ancient dog. “Which house is it?” the taxi driver inquired over his shoulder. She leaned forward, ridiculously excited and expectant. “Just a little way on. Through the village. The white gates on the right. They’re open. There! Here we are.” He turned in through the gates and the car drew up at the back of the house. She opened the door and got out, drawing her dark blue cape around her against the cold. She opened her bag and found her key, went to unlock the door. Behind her, the taxi driver manhandled open the boot of the car and lifted out her small suitcase. She turned to take it from him, but he held on to it, somewhat concerned. “is there nobody here to meet you?” “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.” “Be all right, will you?” She smiled into his kindly face. He was quite young, with fair bushy hair. “Of course.” He hesitated, not wishing to presume. ‘If you want, I’ll carry the case in. Carry it upstairs, if needs be.’ “Oh, that’s kind of you. But I can easily manage…” “No bother.” He told her, and followed her into the kitchen. She opened the door, and led him up the narrow, cottage stairs. Everything smelt clinically clean. Mrs. Plackett, bless her heart, had not been wasting time during the few days of Penelope’s absence. She quite liked it when Penelope went away, because then she could do things like wash the white paint of the bannisters, and boil dusters, and buff up the brass and silver. Her bedroom door stood ajar. She went in, and the young man followed her, setting her case on the floor. “Anything else I can do?” he asked. “Not a thing. Now, how much do I owe you?” He told her, looking shamefaced, as though it were an embarrassment to him. She paid him, and told him to keep the change. He thanked her, and they went back down the stairs. But still he hung about, seeming reluctant to leave. He probably, she told herself, had some old granny, of his own, for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility. “You’ll be all right, then?” “I promise you. And tomorrow my friend Mrs. Plackett will come. So then I won’t be alone anymore.” This, for some reason, reassured him. “I’ll be off then.’” “No trouble.” PILCHER, Rosamund. The shell seekers. London: Coronet Books, Hodder and Stoughton,1989. p. 9-11.

The taxi driver learnt during their conversation that the narrator was