Les masters* de Keyce Informatique Classement par spécialité

En 2025, Keyce Informatique a 1 master classé dans 1 spécialité au niveau national
Dans le classement régional, Keyce Informatique est classé dans 1 région

*Eduniversal utilise le mot "master" dans un souci de simplification. Nous entendons par "master" tout programme de type master, MS, MBA ou formation spécialisée Bac+5/Bac+6 (exp. mastère). Cf. article 2 de notre règlement.

Classement de Keyce Informatique

Open I.T est un établissement supérieur, dont les formations diplômantes s’adressent aux étudiants en quête de compétences techniques dans les domaines du Big Data, cybersécurité, réalité virtuelle, IA, etc. Comme le terme « open » le laisse entendre, il s’agit d’une école inclusive ouverte à tous. Difficulté d’apprentissage, candidat DYS, reprise d’études, neuro-atypique ou autre… chaque apprenant bénéficie d’un accompagnement...
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Classement Keyce Informatique national

Management des Systèmes d'information

Dans le Classement Master Management des Systèmes d'information, Keyce Informatique est classé avec le(s) programme(s) suivant(s) :
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Keyce Informatique Mastère / Bac+5 Architecture Réseaux et Systèmes Voir la fiche

Classement Keyce Informatique régional

Occitanie

Dans le Classement Occitanie, de la spécialité Master Informatique, Intelligence Artificielle et Big Data, Keyce Informatique est classé avec le(s) programme(s) suivant(s) :
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Keyce Informatique Mastère / Bac+5 Architecture Réseaux et Systèmes Voir la fiche

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Publication le 06/01/2025 | MAJ le 07/01/2025

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Publication le 06/01/2025 | MAJ le 06/01/2025

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Publication le 05/01/2025 | MAJ le 06/01/2025

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

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Publication le 06/01/2025 | MAJ le 07/01/2025

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Publication le 06/01/2025 | MAJ le 06/01/2025

Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then

Publication le 05/01/2025 | MAJ le 06/01/2025

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

Publication le 03/01/2025 | MAJ le 07/01/2025

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