Formando um formador

Sim, este post parece pouco fluído em termos de ideias mas foi construído ao longo de alguns meses (tipo manta de retalhos) e quis guardar o espírito de cada momento em que cá escrevi alguma coisa.

Resolvi tirar um curso de formação de formadores na Cemporcentomais.

Passaram 15 sessões, estou a ter um “time of my life” e tudo se resume a uma ideia chave: Comunicação.

Sempre fui pouco dado às Ciências Sociais. Eventualmente por serem um pouco vagas, pouco exactas… não podia estar mais enganado! Ainda não me sinto preparado para ir tirar Filosofia ou Ciências Políticas mas confesso que já estive mais longe

Aprendi muito sobre mim e proporcionei-me a possibilidade de pensar sobre a minha maneira de ser. Há que ser um formador informado sobre os nossos próprios limites.

Teenagers – My Chemical Romance

They’re gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do

Because the drugs never work
They’re gonna give you a smirk
‘Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They’re gonna rip up your heads,
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine

They say now teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone’ll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me

The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You’re never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you’re troubled and hurt
[Teenagers lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did

They say now teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone’ll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me

“some yell” (whaaaa whoya!)

They say now teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone’ll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me

All together now!

Teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone’ll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me
[x2]

(lyrics from Metro Lyrics)