I have degrees from three universities. The newest of the three was founded in 1901, the year my Grandfather Krauss was born. However, the institutions I graduated from are mere adolescents compared to my co-worker's alma mater--his is the third oldest university in the U.S. formed way back in 1701. Most of us are far removed from the origins of our colleges and universities and we often have only a vague sense of why they came into being. With few rare exceptions, the beginnings of most institutions of higher education in America are nothing more than dusty memories recorded in history books. In the year 2016, almost no physical universities are being built anywhere in the world. Considering all of this, I realize how incredibly rare it is during these times, or really at any time, to be present at the birth of a university. That's why today was such an amazing day, because I was able to witness the birth of the University of Central Asia. Even better is the fact that I have had the privilege of playing a very tiny part in this birthing process.
I wonder what this newborn child will become. It is born with an expectation that it will grow into a special place that makes a tremendous impact on the region and especially on the young women and men who will study here. With children, one never can tell what might happen. The future holds great promise for this child, but as with any life the unforeseen can take many shapes and forms, both good and ill.
Yesterday, students filled a time capsule with messages describing their hopes for the future and the future of UCA. It is my hope that this place built with the daring and noble goal of providing world-class education to the remote mountain regions of Central Asia is able to grow into adulthood, one day becoming mature, strong, and proving faithful to its mission.
I witnessed a birth today. Let this wonderful new life begin.
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| The first class of UCA students from five nations |
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| The main building, with residence hall on the right |
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