I got my first pair of glasses in second grade. We’d recently moved from Chicago to the distant Indiana suburbs, and Mrs. Carlson noticed the way I was always squinting at the times tables and lessons in D’Nealian cursive projected on the wall behind her. It’s a familiar story, but this is where the cliche ends; I was thrilled at the prospect of glasses and delighted when my first trip to the eye doctor confirmed that they were necessary.
Change of shape
Change of shape
Change of shape
I got my first pair of glasses in second grade. We’d recently moved from Chicago to the distant Indiana suburbs, and Mrs. Carlson noticed the way I was always squinting at the times tables and lessons in D’Nealian cursive projected on the wall behind her. It’s a familiar story, but this is where the cliche ends; I was thrilled at the prospect of glasses and delighted when my first trip to the eye doctor confirmed that they were necessary.