My semester at Seguinland (February–April 2025) came at a very tumultuous time in my personal life and provided me with a kind of solace I couldn’t have found anywhere else. Where else can you take a solo walk in the snowy woods, watch the geese and bald eagles soar overhead and touch down along the riverbank, then return to a cookhouse full of friends, collaboratively homemade meals, and hours of music passed around on the speaker? And then, afterward, gaze up at a full dome of stars on your walk back home??
Seguinland is a world of constant learning, all of which was vital to my growth as an individual during my gap year. While I was something of a non-traditional gap year student (21 years old, already graduated with my Bachelor’s degree and taking a year off while applying for Master’s programs), Seguinland was the perfect place for me. In our “Good Life” philosophy course, I was encouraged to ask large questions of myself—what is the heart’s deepest desire? how can I seek out and embrace awe and wonder in my everyday life? what does it mean to live a “good life”???—with no rush to answer them completely or immediately.
I was constantly engaging with my own natural curiosity and creativity, inside and outside of the classroom, learning about the tidal cycles of Back River, building a toboggan in the wood shop, and tapping maple trees for sap. On walks with community directors, I learned more about the history of the program and the incredible land we were living on. I played card games and had dance parties and folded origami flowers with their children and my classmates, feeling like a part of a family I never knew I would have. We wrote poems that responded to the winter woods we were living in, created collages to reflect our journeys as creatives. We hiked up mountains and flew down hills on our toboggans, waded in the pond, strapped on some cross-country skis and wandered, wandered, wandered. The community we built was so tight, so “Seguincore.” I stay in touch with many of my cohort and wish more than anything for us all to be together again, washing dishes and singing “Spud Infinity,” painting together at the dining room tables, walking hand-in-hand to fill our water bottles at the well.
Now at my Master’s program, I notice myself reminiscing about my time at Seguinland often—not only the memories and relationships I made with the people and the place, but the lessons I learned, the habits I acquired, the values. The person it helped me become, and how it continues to shape me far beyond the program.
Thank you, Seguinland! My life will forever be Seguincore.