Saturday morning I went to the eye-doctors. I am due for a new pair of frames... While in the doctor's room, I wonder what the new frames will look like, I mean, whatever I get will be my choice of course, but I don't know what the options are or what I'll end up liking. When I finally emerged from the dark room, blinking away the spots that impair my vision temporarily (my eyes are intensely light sensitive), I approach the wall of spectacles. At leas a hundred, maybe two stare emptily down at me, no face wears them yet, they have no personality without a face.
Mom watches as I take down first one, and then six pairs, peering into the mirror to see what set of frames is going to perch on my face for a new two years.
I need glasses for distance, and whatever ones I get, they have to bring clarity to my vision so I don't stray off the road when I'm driving, so I can truly appreciate the foliage of fall and then the crystal waters of whatever lake I backpack to next summer. They have to bring my focus to the board when I'm in class listening and looking at the notes up at the front of the room.
I am going to be the one who is wearing these glasses, half-mooned or not. I tried on pairs that made me look like a librarian, like a journalist and like a geek. They varied from blue to orange to (not kidding) yellow. The ones I choose, well, they're rounded, kind of like my well-rounded self (hehe), and well, you'll see once they come in from being ordered. I can hardly wait.
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