Les masters* de PST & B - Paris School of Technology & Business Classement par spécialité

En 2025, PST & B - Paris School of Technology & Business a 2 masters* classés dans 2 spécialités différentes au niveau national

*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 PST & B - Paris School of Technology & Business

La PST & B - Paris School of Technology & Business est une école supérieure de Commerce et d’Informatique récente qui a ouvert ses portes à Paris à la rentrée 2022. Elle a été fondée à l’initiative d’Armand Dhery, membre de la direction de la stratégie de Galileo Global Education, et actuel directeur de l’établissement. La PST & B propose...
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Classement PST & B - Paris School of Technology & Business national

Big Data & Data Sciences

Dans le Classement Master Big Data & Data Sciences, PST & B - Paris School of Technology & Business est classé avec le(s) programme(s) suivant(s) :
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PST & B - Paris School of Technology & Business Mastère of Technology and Business Data Science in Business Voir la fiche

Cybersécurité, Sécurité des Systèmes et Protection des Données

Dans le Classement Master Cybersécurité, Sécurité des Systèmes et Protection des Données, PST & B - Paris School of Technology & Business est classé avec le(s) programme(s) suivant(s) :
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Paris School of Technology and Business Mastère of Technology and Business Cybersécurité & Cloud Voir la fiche

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

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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.

Publication le 03/01/2025 | 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 06/01/2025 | MAJ le 07/01/2025

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit. Aenean commodo ligula eget dolor. Aenean massa. Cum sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Donec quam felis, ultricies nec, pellentesque eu, pretium quis, sem. Nulla consequat massa quis enim. Donec pede justo, fringilla vel, aliquet nec, vulputate eget, arcu. In enim justo, rhoncus ut, imperdiet a, venenatis vitae, justo. Nullam dictum felis eu pede mollis pretium. Integer tincidunt. Cras dapibus. Vivamus elementum semper nisi.

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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