As I had an eye exam on Tuesday, this week’s prompt brought back lots of memories! My first visit to the optometrist was in second grade, when Sister Mary Xavier noticed I wasn’t joining my classmates on my handwriting exercises. Apparently I was not aware of the overhead projector.
So off I went to have my eyes examined.
I was always intimidated by the choices offered, not quite knowing if A was truly clearer than B or if Option 1 was actually crisper than Option 2. If I answered incorrectly, would they know I was just bluffing my way through the exam???
Then the fun would continue with getting my pupils dialated. I would stare at the Hidden Pictures puzzle until I saw two or three of just about everything.
My biggest frustration, however, was picking glasses. They would set you in front of a mirror to view the options but of course there were no lenses in the frames.
I would envision the lady on the “Looking Good!” poster hanging on the wall, who looked a little like Ali MacGraw in Love Story.
But what I saw in the mirror looked more like this:
I eventually ended up with my first pair of glasses, and realized there was indeed something on the overhead projector.
I also realized Sister Mary Xavier did not smile as much as I thought she did.