“I Can See Clearly Now…”

I’ve been wearing glasses since I was only ten.

I still remember the moment I realised I needed them. I was watching the AFL – I don’t remember who was playing; my memory isn’t that good – and I asked my mum, “What’s the score?”

She looked at me funny, and said, “Why are you asking? You’re looking right at it.”

Well, I couldn’t see it, and when she took me to the optometrist soon after, it was realised that I really couldn’t see a thing. How I was walking around without knocking over bins is a mystery to me.

That said, even though I couldn’t see, I still refused to wear the glasses anywhere but in class at school. And at home, of course. I suppose I didn’t want to look like a dork. The problems of a ten-year-old. I was already awkward enough. I mean, I was never bullied, before or after the glasses. But I wasn’t going to give people ammunition.

So at recess and lunch, I’d leave my glasses in their case on my desk in class.

This would prove to be a mistake.

It was grade four, term 3 when I first got them. I remember my teacher tested everyone’s eyes in class after that. Nobody else needed them. Except this one kid. Though it turned out he just had a lazy eye.

Anyway, about a year later, I was still doing the whole leaving-glasses-in-class-during-recess-and-lunch. Even though my eyes were progressively getting worse. It was grade five, and I was eleven.

One day, I left my glasses in their case, on my desk, and went off to enjoy a blurry lunchtime.

Everything was the same as it always is.

Two of my friends weren’t around, but I had other friends that I could play with, so I didn’t think much about them.

Turns out, I should’ve.

Lunchtime ended and I went up to class. I was one of the first there, and upon arriving at the door of my classroom, the two friends that were missing walked out, looking sheepish. I asked them what they were doing, and they just looked at each other, smiled, and walked past me.

Okay then.

I went into class, and sat at my desk. Fixed up my books, got my pencils ready, and then opened my glasses case.

And they were broken.

No!

I was distraught, worried, confused, angry. How did this happen?!

And then the puzzle pieces fell into place.

My friends were missing when they had never been missing before.

They’d come out of the classroom, looking sheepish. And then didn’t tell me what they were doing.

Somehow, they’d broken my glasses.

Well, before I could even confront them, and ask them to explain, the alarm for a fire drill went off. I had to leave everything on my desk, including my destroyed glasses, and rush out of the room with everyone.

As we rushed through the school, out to the courtyard where everyone was to line up in case of such an emergency, all I could think of were my broken glasses and who was responsible and how I was going to tell my mum.

Luckily, I found a place beside those two girls who I suspected were responsible. And, me being the awkward person I am, I tried to find a subtle way of bringing it up. I asked them what they were doing at lunchtime, where they were. But they kept quiet about it. I then said, “I found my glasses, and they were broken! Can you believe it?” Their reaction gave me my answer. They were not shocked. They just gave each other another sheepish smile.

I asked them if they’d seen anyone else in the classroom, and they stumbled and stuttered, and finally one said, “We didn’t mean it.”

The sad truth at last.

Apparently, they’d been hanging out in the classroom, and they just saw the glasses there. What else could they do but try them on?!

I don’t know how they actually broke them. What were they even doing?

I was really angry, obviously, and they didn’t even really say sorry. Not insomuch words. But I didn’t yell because it’s not in my nature.

But I did tell the teacher, and she spoke with them, and then they said sorry. They didn’t mean it, of course. Both were pretty careless people. My mum was mad – not at me, at them. I didn’t do anything wrong.

Except perhaps left my glasses out in the open.

Moral of the story: Don’t worry about what people may say about your glasses, because they might end up broken anyway.

Ciao 4 Now!

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