My Dad had glasses, my big brother, sister, and cousin who lived with us all had glasses. I wanted glasses! I was six years old and in the first grade. Our school nurse performed a vision test on each student and I passed. I was confused. "But one of the letters was blurryyyy..." I insisted.
"You don't need glasses. Your vision is fine." the nurse insisted.
Not to be discouraged, I lay on the top bunk of my bunk bed when I got home, staring at the ceiling light. "Mom! I think I need glasses. I see spots everywhere!"
Somehow, my very practical, under-cautious mother believed me and took me in for a second opinion at an optometrist's office and I got my glasses!
The next day at school, I found that nurse and gloated, "I got glasses!"
She was so mad! "I told you, you don't need glasses!"
That stung a little, but obviously somebody knew I needed glasses. Her disapproval dampened my excitement, but only for a moment.
"You look funny..." my classmates commented as I waited in line to sharpen my pencil, proudly sporting my brand-new clear marble-pink plastic 80's/90's large frame glasses (which are back in style now by the way... WHY????).
"Children!" my teacher scolded, "that isn't polite."
I didn't mind at all. I had my glasses!
But, it didn't last long. Maybe only one or two years until a follow up eye exam happened when I moved from Kansas to California and my family had to find a new optometrist. "Why does she have glasses??" they asked. "Her vision is fine!"
I guess that school nurse was right all along...