Glasses Aren't Dorky, They're Cool

“Mrs. Turner, those are the most odd looking words I’ve ever seen.” I complained to my teacher. “Melissa, if you just wore your glasses, I’m pretty sure you can read what I’m writing.” replied Mrs. Turner in an annoying voice. I let out a big sigh and started squinting at the board again. Drrrrring! The bell rang and everyone including me quickly put away our books and headed towards our next class. “Melissa, can I see you for a second?” asked Mrs. Turner. “Okay, Sure.” I replied and slowly and cautiously walked towards her desk searching for any sign of expression. “Melissa, I’m concerned about your eyes. I know the whole glasses thing is a new change for you, but sooner or later you’d have to wear them. Look at me, I’m wearing these.” said Mrs. Turner as she pointed to her shiny circled framed glasses. “I know… Okay, I’ll try to wear them…” I said and I headed out the door. 

In a series of flashback, I followed myself to the day I found out I needed glasses. The optometrist had tattletaled about my eyes and my parents were giving me lectures of how badly I had treated my eyes.

“Melissa! The teacher’s calling on you! Earth to Melissa!!” one of my friends shouted in my ear. “Huh, what?” I said, as I looked around the room. The teacher had apparently caught me daydreaming and called on me to finish the math problem. “Melissa, do you know the answer to this question?” asked my math teacher as he pointed to the board. Once again, I squinted my eyes but I could barely make out what was on the board. I stayed quiet for a very long time until the teacher sighed and explained the problem on the board. “This question consists of using multiplication and division at the same time…..” said the math teacher. I drifted back to my daydream. “Melissa, I told you if you read books while lying down your eyes would get bad. You don’t listen to us don’t you?” said my mom. “…I try not to, but it’s a habit.” I replied slowly. “And plus how many times do I have to tell you don’t sit close to the tv!” “Okay.. I’m sorry mom…” I replied hesitantly. Drrrrring! The recess bell rang, and everyone gathered their books and headed out to the door.

            I looked at my schedule. A big sigh came out of my mouth, science was next. ‘Hopefully we’re doing an experiment.’ I muttered to myself as I collected my books. Unfortunately we were taking notes from the board. It was one of the boring class ever and this time I couldn’t even distinguish the spaces between words, and by then I knew I had no other choice. With my sweaty trembling hands, I carefully took my glasses out of its case and without hurrying I put them on at the back of the room. Since I sat at the back of the class it wasn’t quite pleasant as people at the front kept on turning back whispering and pointing at me. I once again stared at the board and I couldn’t believe what I saw. The words were clearer than ever and I could even tell the difference between a full stop and a comma. One thing I had on my mind while copying down my word was “WOW. My parents were correct! Glasses are so cool!” As the class finished the kids crowded around me. My legs turned into jello as my heart pounded wondering what the kids would say about my glasses. “Can I try your glasses please? They’re red and they look so cool.” Or “You must have special eyes, Melissa! My eyes could never see out of these!” As the positive comments grew and grew a big grin was appearing on my face. They all had the same reaction, different from what I had imagined. They apparently thought my glasses were cool and wanted to try them on. At that point I knew glasses weren’t dorky, they were actually really cool.