Reviews for The role of scientists in the professional development of science teachers

The average rating for The role of scientists in the professional development of science teachers based on 2 reviews is 3.5 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2011-04-04 00:00:00 Michael Schoen No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde John Donne To destroy When is it a duty? When is it a right? When is it a sin? What makes one human being violate another's body and spirit? What makes Cain to pick up the stone? What convinces one man that the death of thousands would make the world a better place? And on the contrary: Who, what and when should we save? Iskander the Potter believes that it is not the individual's fault and that it is all done by "the great world". And isn't "the great world" just a combination of myriad small worlds that collide and intertwine over and over again, shaping "the big picture"? The world is shaped by the people who live in it, by their own personal worlds. So yes, everyone is responsible for their actions. However, no one is a lonely island. Inevitably we are influenced by other people and events. How can anyone stay moral in an immoral world? Especially when it is the only way to survive. "But we are always confined to earth, no matter how much we climb to the high places and flap our arms. Because we cannot fly, we are condemned to do things that do not agree with us. Because we have no wings we are pushed into struggles and abominations that we did not seek, and then the years go by, the mountains are levelled, the valleys rise, the rivers are blocked by sand and the cliffs fall into the sea" Where does the truth lie, then? What do we stand to lose in the name of what we believe in? What do we stand to lose in the name of what others believe in? When do we go with the flock, when do we sacrifice ourselves? How much are we ready to sacrifice in order to preserve ourselves? Is survival worth all cost? Can anyone truly know how much they are able to bear or is it only in the aftermath that we realize that we might have paid a price too high? "We are forgetting how to look at others and see ourselves" It is said that he, who saves one, saves the whole world. Then does he, who destroys one, destroy the whole world? Because we all are the world and everything we do - regardless of its nature - comes back to us. Actually, I don't believe it ever truly leaves. I believe there are no two people entirely different or entirely alike. What we do to others, we always do to ourselves as well. Because we are all connected. I am all the saints, I am all the sinners. I am the best, I am the worst. I am everyone, everything. I am the whole world. And yet, I am just me. How do we choose between ourselves and the rest of the world? And like this isn't enough, how do we cope with the multiple sides of our own personalities? Are we all just birds without wings, ruled by "the great world", desperately aiming for the sky, knowing that we would never reach it? Or are we mighty eagles, ready to adjust and rule it as we please? Who are the victims, who are the predators? Are we shaped by the world that we live in or is it we who shape it and bear the responsibility for its nature? I believe both of those are true. War brings the best and the worst out of people, but in the end we are all the same. Humans. And, as said in "Memoirs of a Geisha", "Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper." "Don't pity the eagle Who can climb the sky and fly But for the little wingless bird Cry. Fire will be found by Birds that fly too high And all his feathers burn And he'll fall down and die. What bird has two nests Only one shall remain And his wings burn And he'll not fly again. What if I make a high nest But the branch sinks low? They will take my little bird And I will die of woe. Oh my little bird Who will chase you? Who will put you in a cage And tenderly embrace you? It's not possible to light a Candle that doesn't drip, And it's not possible to love And never weep." Read count: 1

Review # 2 was written on 2014-11-02 00:00:00 Bobby Bertram ETA on completion: Chrissie, stoip saying you love the book. Explain why! Everything explained below remains true. Other books are emotionally captivating, intellectually interesting, filled with humor and sorrow, What is it that makes this one different for me? It is that this book has a message. It looks at people and life and it says loud and clear how stupid we human beings are and how wonderful too! Does that make sense to you? Do you see life that way too? Read with: Twice a Stranger: The Mass Expulsions that Forged Modern Greece and Turkey and Salonica, City of Ghosts: Christians, Muslims and Jews 1430-1950 and Not Even My Name: A True Story. ******************* Few books have so emotionally moved me. I know now that this book will get five stars, although I have only read about half. Do not read this book, Listen to it. The narrator of the audiobook is John Lee. I bought the paperback. Then I went and bought the audiobook at Audible for two credits. I do not regret this splurge. This is a winner. I am not capable of separating the written book from the narration. As a whole it is simply ……perfect! On an intellectual level it teaches. It teaches about life in a small village near Izmir, Turkey - which was called Smyrna when the novel takes place, in the early 1900s. The depiction of the village life, bustling with Greeks and Turks, Christians and Muslims teaches and amuses. There are Armenians too. So many different people and cultures and traditions - and they all blended and lived in harmony. Of course harmony scattered with village disputes and love affairs, pranks and numerous other everyday normal experiences. On the intellectual level you also learn about Attaturk. You learn about the battles of World War I. You do not just learn. You are in the trenches along with the men. How dry this could all be. But you see this book is never dry. Each village character and even Attaturk becomes a close comrade. This is because every sentence emotionally pulls you in. There is satirical humor. What humor! You will be laughing at the worst of the war scenes…… I feel almost embarrassed to admit this. This author makes you laugh at the most horrific, and then he grows serious and a profound observation is elucidated. Wonderful vocabulary! And now someone has died. I am in tears, I laugh and I cry and I think and I learn. I am emotionally captivated time after time after time. I worried that I would not keep track of the diverse characters. This is no problem. The same characters remain from start to end, I have never read such a marvelous seduction scene. Never! I have never encountered in a book the childish fright a young girl feels with her first bleeding, followed by the delightful discovery of womanhood. I have never so physically felt myself in the trenches at war. Horror and irony and laughter and profound philosophizing are all there in one scene. What writing! What narrating! Please listen to this book. If you have never tried audiobooks, start right here. You will be hooked. I am still a baby with audiobooks. This is a whole new world opening up to me. I want to share the experience with you. Please, listen to this book. If the audio format is inaccessible, OK, then read it.! There is not one thing I can criticize in this book.