In case of fire…grab the glasses
I have horrible eyesight.
I started wearing glasses when I was in second grade, then I got contacts in the ninth grade.
Since I started wearing glasses at such a young age, I really don’t remember how it is to be able to see without help.
I remember when I first wanted contacts.
It took me a long time to bring myself to put the lens in my eye the first time.
It just seemed weird to me.
Also, when I first started wearing contacts I had a bad habit of dropping the lens when I was trying to put it in my eye.
Imagine me, blind as a bat, crawling around on my hands and knees trying to find my contact lens.
Not a pretty picture.
Let’s just say I would have been in bad shape if Brooks hadn’t helped me out.
If I was in the bathroom trying to put my lenses in and all of a sudden I yelled &uot;Hey, Brooks, I need your help,&uot; she would say, &uot;You dropped your contact again?&uot;
But she always helped me find it.
Well, I finally got the hang of putting the contacts in and I hardly ever drop them anymore.
I discovered that my contacts are amazing; I like them better than glasses.
However, since I am extremely nearsighted, once I take out those contacts I can’t see anything unless it is right up at my face.
Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem because I could just put my glasses on.
Unfortunately, my glasses are old and one day I lost them.
This really isn’t a big deal because I wear my contacts all day.
The only time I don’t wear them is when I am asleep at night.
However, I recently realized that perhaps a pair of glasses would come in handy.
Go back to April 18 at Barton College.
I had a big day.
My important Shakespeare presentation was due the next day and I was nervous about it.
Dr. James is tough and I just knew she would ask me a question that I did not know the answer to.
So I spent most of the day in the library researching &uot;Henry V.&uot;
It was also my good friend Victoria’s birthday, so some of us had gone out to eat dinner.
As soon as I got back from eating, I spent the rest of the night preparing for the presentation.
Just like any other normal college student, I don’t even consider going to bed until around midnight, usually later.
Finally, I decided that I was tired of studying and I went to bed.
Picture me, dead to the world at 3 a.m.; I usually go to sleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.
All of a sudden, I heard a rather loud, annoying, blaring noise.
When I finally woke up, I realized it was the fire alarm.
Let me tell you, you have not lived until you have experienced an early morning fire alarm in a dorm.
Blue lights are flashing everywhere and, of course, the alarm is blaring all over the place to ensure that everyone leaves the building.
I scrambled off of my bunk bed and ran to the bathroom to put my contacts in because I didn’t have glasses.
I shoved my feet in my flip-flops and ran downstairs with everyone else.
When I got downstairs, other people from the dorm were standing there.
I had no idea if it was a false alarm or if something was on fire.
We had several false alarms earlier in the semester.
By good fortune, I had missed all of those.
Once I got outside, I found my good friends Meredith and Rebecca and we stood around together waiting to go back inside.
Suddenly we saw flashing lights and several fire trucks drove up.
&uot;Great,&uot; we said.
&uot;This is no false alarm.&uot;
An hour and a half later, after being shuffled around from place to place and shivering outside in the cold in my pajamas and flip -flops, we finally got to go back inside.
The firemen never found out why the alarm went off.
Needless to say, I didn’t sleep in my room by myself.
I slept in Meredith and Rebecca’s room.
After that whole episode I decided this summer when I came home I was going to visit my eye doctor and get some glasses.
So the other day I visited Mr. Tom and he helped me pick out frames that I like.
Now I will be prepared in case there is another 3 a.m. fire alarm.