Glasses

By Stephanie Baculi

One day in March 2000, my mom picked me up at school. When we were in the car my mom said, "We’re going to your grandma’s eye doctor to check Spencer’s and your eyes." Spencer is my 12-year-old brother. Most of the time he’s a real pain, but sometimes he’s really nice.

When we got to the eye doctor, Spencer had come with my grandma. We went to the waiting room.

After a long wait and watching people come and go, the doctor finally called Spencer. "Spencer, would you come with me please?" the eye doctor asked him. He followed the doctor into the room to check Spencer’s eyes.

When Spencer came out, I had to go in. I followed the eye doctor into the room. First, I looked through a weird machine at a chart of letters. I read all of them, even the very smallest (they weren’t that small). "Very good," said the doctor.

The last part was the worst. Eye drops! He put 3 drops in each of my eyes. It really stung! And if that weren’t bad enough, until my next visit, my mom had to put the drops in my eyes every 3 minutes! Eventually they stopped hurting, but every thing was blurry.

On my next visit, I found out that I had to wear glasses! But then I found out I just had to wear them for reading or writing.

We went down to the glasses shop on the first floor to get glasses for my mom and me. Spencer didn’t need glasses. I choose blue and pink thin striped metal glasses.

Before, I kept getting headaches when I was reading or writing. Now I know why.

Sometimes I read at night. When it’s time to sleep, I put my book and glasses on my nightstand. Then, sometimes in the morning when I’m getting ready for school, I forget to put my glasses in my binder. I’m okay though. I don’t get headaches.

I’m glad I don’t get headaches in school anymore. It’s weird how glasses can change a person.