Antiojos

When I was in fourth grade, I failed the eye test for the first time. I figured that it would be inevitable, with my family history, the fact that I was struggling to see the board, and most importantly - my constant state of failure. Even so, I was mortified (as every awkward, unpopular fourth grade loser is when they come to the realization that they will have to wear a contraption on their face for the rest of their life, or else risk cartoonist risk bumping into anything in their general vicinity). The mortification led to me flat-out refusing to wear them for a good 2-3 months after cleverly stashing them behind my dresser. Sooner or later though, my mother forced me to wear them on and off for a good two years. After that, my strong-willingness ( the then bane of her existence) worked its magic and my glasses days were over. But it was never easy. I was blind as hell for a good 6 or 7 years, until I finally went back to the eye doctor and got contracts. Instead of squinting like a normal person, I just pulled my left eye to the side. It worked, but I A. probably caused my vision to get even worse and B. looked like a racist Disney cartoon. Noways, I wear my glasses a lot because contacts are a pain sometimes. One of the great things about getting older is you stop caring about when people think (okay maybe not completely) and say screw it, I need to see.