Last week, over one hundred CCV instructors gathered at the Lake Morey Resort in Fairlee for the Faculty Summer Institute, an annual two-day conference devoted entirely to faculty professional development.
For various reasons, I have been thinking about refugees a good deal lately. I come from Rutland and as many might know, over the past year the Rutland community has been preparing for, and then quickly not preparing for, Syrian refugees.
MONTPELIER, Vt.—The Community College of Vermont (CCV) held its graduation ceremony today at Norwich University’s Shapiro Field House. More than 500 students from across the state received associate degrees at the event. Students representing all 14 Vermont counties graduated along with students from 11 other states and 9 other countries. The youngest graduates were 17 […]
On Saturday afternoon, CCV awarded more than 500 associate degrees to students from across the state at its 50th commencement ceremony.
Thousands of family members and friends gathered to watch their loved ones walk across the stage and reach the much-anticipated moment of accepting a college diploma. And in keeping with the spirit of CCV, which builds intimate learning communities across thirteen distinct centers, Saturday’s commencement was a testament to the power of the personal.
On Thursday, 13 students received CCV Leadership Scholarships during a luncheon with President Joyce Judy. Students, family members, and CCV staff gathered at the Montpelier campus for lunch and an award ceremony.
When Levi Costa was a kid, he would sometimes visit his late father’s classroom at the University of Vermont. “He taught this class called ‘A Bug’s Life,’” says Costa. “It was all about the biology of bugs. [At that time] I thought college was cool…”
My original plan for my final day in Scotland was to tour the Edinburgh Castle, then the Writers Museum, then call an Uber for a ride to a brewery. A quick Google search led me to believe my best option was Caledonia Brewing, located in the Shandon area of Edinburgh, about two miles from our […]
Under the tourist-littered streets of Edinburgh lies a city all its own. A dark, damp labyrinth of chambers filled with stories of murder, and tales of woe, from hundreds of years ago.
A soft wind pulled at my jacket and the ends of my hair as if to coax me forward into the Wild Garden. I had been warned of Scottish faeries, and their habit of spiriting away unwary visitors to the garden, so it seemed wise to wait for the breeze to pass before making my way down the stone stairs and into yonder wilderness.
I settle down in the stiff blue train seat headed south to Perth and stare in awe at the book placed like the crown jewels in my lap. It is The Outlandish Companion Volume One, and nestled upon the first page lays the signature of THE Diana Gabaldon.