Twenty-eight businesses involved in the health profession will be participating in Casper College’s Health Professions Career Fair on Friday, Feb. 3 from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. in the T-Bird Nest.
The Casper College men’s and women’s basketball teams will host “Military Appreciation Night” on Saturday, Jan. 28 beginning at 3 in the “Swede” Erickson Thunderbird Gym. All veterans and current military with a valid ID will receive free admission for themselves and a guest.
In 1985, at the age of 64, Wendell Culbertson retired from Conoco, where he had worked for 36 years. Now 95, Culbertson recently spoke with his granddaughter, Becky Wise (AAS, 12’), about his life and time at CC.
Mike Olson has been a full-time ceramics instructor at Casper College since August 23, 2005, and currently also serves as the department chair for the visual arts department. Little did he know when he first started classes at CC that he would wind up returning to Casper, Wyoming, to teach and raise a family.
After 26 years of continuous service, Charlotte (Bennett) Babcock (AA, ’49) attended her last Casper College Alumni Board meeting as a member on October 15, 2016. Had it not been for true love, however, Charlotte likely wouldn’t have even been a Casper College alumnus, let alone a board member.
Casper College will join The Campus Kitchens Project, the leading national nonprofit empowering students to fight hunger and food waste, with the official launch of their own Campus Kitchen on Wednesday, Nov. 9.
Laurel Schulze Burke (AS ’83)
Laurel Schulze Burke (AS ’83) came to Casper College following graduation from Campbell County High School. At Casper College she received her associate in biology then attended Central Missouri State University where she received her bachelor’s in biology and earth sciences.
Casper College is one of 30 schools in the nation, and the only one in the state of Wyoming, to be selected as a new Peer Advisors for Veteran Education (PAVE) partner campus. The new program will start this fall.
As I stood in a concoction of melt-off grime sourced by an aging snowbank from across the parking lot, a pair of stark realizations hit me. The first revolved around the idea of not being too thrilled about sending out a search party of one to recover a set of acrobatic car keys. The second was that winter’s welcome had worn thin.