Wgu Essay Question
Western Governors University Admissions Essay
Prompt: What has been the most inspirational event in your life?
Throughout my life I’ve encountered many obstacles and created many goals for myself. As a child of parents who didn’t finish Junior High (Middle School), I initially struggled with the college entrance process. I once worked three different jobs at the same time to pay rent while struggling to find full-time work shortly after earning my B.A. I’ve trained for and completed: three marathons, two 15k’s, three Sprint Triathlons, and a plethora of 10k’s and 5k’s. I have also become one of the busiest and most sought after K-12 substitutes in my district. Yet the event that continues to provide inspiration was something I never imagined happening to me. Thirteen years ago I spent one week in a hospital recovering from a massive trauma involving a 2,000 pound automobile, me and my bicycle.
I’m an avid cyclist and have been since my first ten-speed at eight years old. Even then, I knew the importance of wearing a helmet and obeying traffic laws. In high school I joined our cycling club as a junior. Before I graduated we twice trained for and road from our high school in Lakewood, CO to Taos, N.M. – 299 miles in five days. I’ve mountain biked as well, but the practicality of road biking has always held a certain charm for me. The simple pleasure of commuting by bike provides an invigorating experience that helps set a positive tone for the day.
It was a crisp picturesque Autumn October afternoon when I rolled out of the driveway on that fateful day thirteen years ago. I’m not sure exactly what was on my mind as I rolled onto the street and started my commute to work, but thirty seconds later would change the course of my life forever. I lived near the top of a steep hill, so this was the best part of the commute. According to eyewitnesses, I went through the intersection at the bottom of the hill even though my light was red. The driver of the car never had a chance to see me; luckily the speed limit was only thirty miles per hour. I didn’t regain consciousness for a little over seven hours, five of which were spent in surgery. I had a massive concussion, a broken upper jaw, a ruptured left iris, a severe hematoma on my left hip, and the left side of my face had been denuded. My eye needed twelve stitches and my face needed complete reconstructive surgery. I was lucky to be alive, but at the time I couldn’t reconcile everything that had happened.
I spent the next six months slowly coming out of the grips of the concussion. I was on a liquid diet for two months while my jaw healed. My left eye had regained light perception after two weeks and progressively improved to regain vision again. The hematoma on my left hip was finally gone after twelve months and my face healed tremendously with no obvious signs of scarring. Though my physical body healed in an outstanding manner, my psyche struggled like I had never experienced before. I was assigned a psychologist who oversaw my recovery. She prescribed Paxil for the obvious signs of depression I exhibited while recovering in the hospital. Though I appreciated her help and the relief from sadness I felt while taking the prescription, the Paxil also took away my ability to feel any joy. After a month of therapy and prescriptions, I realized that I would never be free of depression unless I confronted my psyche without the prescription. I needed to feel the highs and the lows to fully recover from this blanket that was slowly suffocating me.
During my second month of recovery I was released to resume work. I still suffered a debilitating nausea from the concussion, so I could only work about two hours a day. It was during this month that I made the decision to be free from my prescription and begin the long arduous process of regaining the person I knew I could be. With the help of my psychologist, I was prescription free one month later. I would love to say that I was excited, but that was only the beginning and I realized the hardest parts of my journey lie ahead.
Over the course of the following few years, friends, family, exercise and a mountain of reading in heavy doses provided the basis for my continued and successful recovery. Along the way, I have learned much about myself, and I have gained an introspection and growth that I wouldn’t trade for anything. I was able to find my happiness again, it had never left – it was just buried beneath some things that needed attention.
Sorry guys, I wasn't trying to get under people's skin. If the guy who posted the snarky response would have just given me the information you guys did, I wouldn't have made that response.
In regards to the accreditation, I guess it just depends on your opinion. For instance, while the nursing degree program mentioned is accredited by the Commission for Collegiate Nursing Education...what is widely considered the best nursing accreditation is the National League for Nursing, which is one of the things I was basing my opinion on.
I don't have anything against online universities as one of my parents happens to be very high up in one of the largest online schools. The entire reason that parent was brought on board was because of the accreditation they had achieved for the continuing education for adults program they were dean of before leaving for the online school they currently run.
I stand corrected about . I'm actually going to go do more research about it now as it has piqued my interest...right after I pass this cert test.