This is a college essay? Seriously?

Tell about a personal habit. That was the prompt. Here's my answer...

When I press the button for the pedestrian crossing signal on a busy street, I always press it multiple times. Once just isn't enough. If I press it only once, I don't think the circuit within the metal pole will recognize that a 5'3"girl wants to cross the street. Two is a good number, however the machine still forgets that I am there, and it needs to be pressed a third time. Sometimes a fourth is necessary, especially if another person wants to cross the street, and I can tell that he is mentally debating whether to push the button or just assume that I already have. In that case, it is best if I press the button again. If I need to press the button a fifth time, then I worry that I have overloaded the circuit and the pedestrian crossing signal will never flash. What if I broke it by pressing it too many times? Does that mean that there will be a gaggle of men in orange vests tearing up the street tomorrow morning to fix the damage that I have done? Will there be an awful traffic jam that will make me late for school? Will I just stand here for years and years and never make it across the street, never graduate from college, just turn into a little old lady crumpled with age clinging to a metal button that won't make the signal light up? Will I die there, on the corner of University and Martin Luther King? Because I stupidly pushed the button one time too many? Will I-- no, the light just changed. That moonbeam of a man is prancing beneath the traffic signal across the street from where I stand. I take a deep breath, walk across the street, and continue on my way. With my day, with my life.