Shattered Specs, But Good Prospects
When I was ten, my family moved from the west coast of the US to New England. We moved halfway through the school year. I was a shy, anxious kid. I was terrified of the move. Before we moved, I only really had one friend, and other than her, my only friends were my siblings.
We moved at the start of the school’s February break so that we could buy new school supplies and get settled in before we had to go to school. In our new town, fifth grade was the first year of middle school. I wasn’t used to having different classes with different teachers and all of that. My homeroom teacher tried to get one of the kids to show me around, but she immediately abandoned me, and I was too shy to tell the teacher that I needed help. My classes were welcoming, but they were also in full swing, and there wasn’t really any time to get to know anyone. I sat alone every day at lunch. In science class, my most social class, the other kids in my lab group were already friends and just spent the whole time talking to each other and never to me.
By my second week there, I’d given up on making friends at school. My parents signed me up for the activities I did in my old town, and I hoped that I’d be able to make a friend through those.
I was sitting in history class in the afternoon when a kid really had to go to the bathroom. He rushed past me and bumped into me hard, in a way that knocked my glasses off my face. He turned around to apologize and ended up stepping on them multiple times accidentally. (I heard about that part later; I couldn’t see anything.) My glasses were messed up, broken in two with a cracked lens. I’ve needed glasses since I was four, and my eyesight got worse every year as a kid. By the time I was ten, anything more than a few inches away was too blurry to make out any details without my glasses. So, the fact that my glasses were broken was bad news.
I started crying. The class was starting to crowd around me. I heard later that the teacher barely knew what to do. Then, I heard a voice say:
Girl: “Okay, I’ll take her to the nurse’s office.” *To me* “Can you see anything?”
I shook my head, so this girl took me by the arm and slowly walked me down the halls to the nurse’s office. I was still crying. She decided to start talking to me to keep my mind off things. I gave one-word answers or shook my head because I was still quite upset, but I slowly started to talk more and more, and soon, we were having a full conversation.
We got to the nurse’s office. The nurse called my dad, and the girl decided to stay with me until my dad came. My dad took me home, where I had spare glasses. They were an old prescription, so I had some trouble seeing stuff, but at least I could see more than an inch from my face. My parents ordered new glasses, which we got about two weeks later.
I felt humiliated. When I came back to school the next day, I was sure that people would be laughing at me, but in reality, no one was paying any attention to me as usual.
At lunch, I was waved over by a girl I’d never seen before, but I quickly realized it was the girl who had walked me to the nurse’s office. She was sitting with four other kids whom she introduced me to, and we quickly became very close friends for the rest of middle and high school. I’m still good friends with them today, and I’m dating one of their brothers.
Throughout my life, whenever I’m in a tough spot, I remind myself of this story and how even though something seems bad, good things can and will come from it.