Brrr...

Summer homework required me to fill out the Common Application for college. Picking a topic for the personal essay (short, at least) took a while, but I decided to write about how the Bay Bridge crash affected my views on driving: I hate it. I can never feel comfortable behind the wheel, knowing that a second's distraction could cause a nasty injury or worse. If I never touch the freeway, it will be too soon. Even writing >300 words about it feels icky, as I discovered just now. At least my parents were kind enough to give it a rest for a few months.

Enjoy this haiku.

Horrid aversion
To the looming driver's seat
Dominates my thoughts

Let's talk about something else now.

My uncle is staying over for a couple of days. He's cool.

Bye.