This post comes a little belatedly, as I have been on the road recently meeting alumni, prospective students, AUP parents, and supporters of the University in the United States. On the weekend of November 11-13, I had the utter pleasure of traveling to Washington, DC for a reunion of the founding years classes of ACP (The American College of Paris), 1962-69. Two classmates from the class of ’66, Dave Brewster and Barbara Thorsen Williams, working in partnership with AUP’s Office of Alumni Affairs, “called” 250 members of those classes — 32 of whom came from Geneva, London, California, Colorado and up and down the Eastern seaboard — to DC for a weekend of lively conversation, museum visits, shared confidences, and dinner at Petits Plats, a local French restaurant. Dave and Barbara brought elegant printed menus, table decorations, and name cards, and David’s wife Carolyn decorated the tables with unforgettable bleu blanc rouge flower arrangements. Judith Hermanson Ogilvie, AUP’s Board Chair and a graduate of its second class, flew in to preside over this very special event.
I think all would agree that one of the highlights of this weekend — bringing together AUP alums who had not seen each other in 45 years — was the cocktail at trustee Gretchen Handwerger’s Georgetown home. Plied with Cote du Rhone and fine French cheeses, we did a tour de table as each returning alumnus described the road to Paris for him or herself in the 1960’s and the road from Paris since that time. The stories were many and various. Life had brought ups and downs for each. There were moments when we erupted in laughter, or nodded in recognition (at the name of a favorite teacher, Dr. Spicehandler, for example) or the mention of a particular event (Nixon’s address at AUP). There were also occasional tears — of recognition, nostalgia, empathy.
The one dominant theme that emerged during these narratives was that of transformative personal change in ACP’s special environment and of a lifelong international outlook as a result. The members of these “early years” classes all described in different words the impact on their lives of the learning experience, the quality of the teaching, the splendors of Paris, and the fact of living amongst others so different from themselves. All talked about having experienced a “life change” while at ACP. All described subsequent life choices and commitments — the Foreign Service, teaching, politics, sustainable development, psychology practices, government work, nongovernmental management — that issued directly from the experience of the ACP classroom, an influence they were still able to feel nearly fifty years later. As we parted Saturday evening, I was very moved by the passion of these alumni for their University and their willingness to help me “raise the roof” on its second half-century, now just a few months around the corner. We will be working together to that end in the year ahead.
One of the great joys of my life as a University president is traveling worldwide to meet with groups of AUP alumni. I am always struck wherever I find myself — San Diego or Dubai, New York or Rome, London or San Francisco — that no matter the age of the graduates at the reunion, the same feeling pervades the room: that of having shared a unique experience of cultural displacement and translation during one’s formative years. This is the experience that most universities today are trying to create by encouraging students to study abroad or by internationalizing the curriculum, but that occurs naturally, every single day, in the laboratory of the AUP classroom.






