Narrative Essay About Dating Myself
So many times I’ve considered the concept. So many times I’ve deliberated if this was worth doing. After all, I only need glasses to drive . . .
A few years ago, I asked my eye doctor whether I needed to wear my glasses all the time. And I remember my doctor’s response quite clearly: “Well, do you want to see all the time?” Suffice it to say I didn’t find his response amusing—more like merely facing reality.
When I was in tenth-grade chemistry class at YUHS/Central in Manhattan (I am dating myself since it moved to Queens some time ago), I was seated toward the rear of a lecture hall. Before that time, my classes were generally small, and I always happened upon a front seat. I was one of those kids who enjoyed participating in class, and surely always enjoyed being right in the front of the room. So I guess until tenth grade I was able to compensate for not seeing too clearly.
Somehow I would always pass the eye exams at my checkups; perhaps I had memorized the chart? When tenth grade came, and the teacher assigned me a seat in the rear of the room, I couldn’t compensate any longer. It was finally time to face facts: I needed glasses! I remember the …show more content…
I didn’t need to use them to see ordinarily, just to see the out-of-the-ordinary things, like small writing on signs far away that no one else could possibly see without my special glasses.
I would forget my magical glasses quite often and then have to see just the ordinary. I decided I wouldn’t need to put on my glasses for trips to the movies, because I was never too far away from the screen. Of course life was challenging when I would go with my friends to Broadway shows during school breaks and end up seated further back in the theater. I wasn’t able to see the actors clearly and was shocked when others were able to recognize the actors from afar. And so I started to take my glasses with me more often—when I remembered
A few years ago, I asked my eye doctor whether I needed to wear my glasses all the time. And I remember my doctor’s response quite clearly: “Well, do you want to see all the time?” Suffice it to say I didn’t find his response amusing—more like merely facing reality.
When I was in tenth-grade chemistry class at YUHS/Central in Manhattan (I am dating myself since it moved to Queens some time ago), I was seated toward the rear of a lecture hall. Before that time, my classes were generally small, and I always happened upon a front seat. I was one of those kids who enjoyed participating in class, and surely always enjoyed being right in the front of the room. So I guess until tenth grade I was able to compensate for not seeing too clearly.
Somehow I would always pass the eye exams at my checkups; perhaps I had memorized the chart? When tenth grade came, and the teacher assigned me a seat in the rear of the room, I couldn’t compensate any longer. It was finally time to face facts: I needed glasses! I remember the …show more content…
I didn’t need to use them to see ordinarily, just to see the out-of-the-ordinary things, like small writing on signs far away that no one else could possibly see without my special glasses.
I would forget my magical glasses quite often and then have to see just the ordinary. I decided I wouldn’t need to put on my glasses for trips to the movies, because I was never too far away from the screen. Of course life was challenging when I would go with my friends to Broadway shows during school breaks and end up seated further back in the theater. I wasn’t able to see the actors clearly and was shocked when others were able to recognize the actors from afar. And so I started to take my glasses with me more often—when I remembered