Close Up

CI was seven, and my Spanish teacher told me I was squinting at the board. I was happy enough being nearsighted; as long as I could read at night, it was all good.

I can’t do that anymore. I inch notes closer and closer to my nose until it hits the sweet spot between where it’s blurry and where my eyes are crossed. But it’s all good.

 

 


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17 thoughts on “Close Up

  1. I realised that I needed a correction when I was already 24… Actually I started to have doubts a bit earlier when I could not read metro times and traffic signs.
    In school I was always up front, so no one ever noticed, myself included.

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  2. I had to get glasses at age ten. Funny thing was the girl beside me also was having eyesight issues. We both kept raising our hands..saying we can’t see the board. I remember thinking the teacher needed to write the examples on the board with more chalk~

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  3. I must wear glasses to drive or see a movie. Anything I want to see clearly that’s over about six feet away. I was like Solveig, it started with street signs. I couldn’t read them at night. I hated it at first, but now I’m used to it.

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  4. I couldn’t read the board in 7th grade. Then when I got glasses, I realized that all street lights don’t have halos around them. It was more magical when I thought they did…

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