Once my dad brought me home from the orphanage, I knew I needed glasses, but we couldn't afford to get a pair for me. Being older, my brother worked odd and end jobs; thereby he was able to acquire the glasses for himself. I used to sneak around and wore his whenever he left it lying around.
Wearing glasses were a signs of imperfection and unhealthy in a sense, back then! My brother didn't wear it in public, so when he was out and about, I wore his glasses at home. A whole new world was finally in clear focus for me. Everything was much sharper and I could see. It was the best revelation ever!
I told my brother about my problem with vision, how I couldn't see the board, and how other classmates thought that I was too "stuck-up". Yes, it was all because I couldn't see! Everything and everyone were blurry, and I couldn't tell which was which, or who was who! It all finally made sense why I failed at school.
My brother decided that we would share his glasses together. Since I had school during the day, I would wear the glasses, and he would wear it in the evening for his school. Despite the tradition myth of a "nerd", I wore my brother's glasses only when I was in class to see the blackboard, and squinted my eyes the rest of the time.
Being able to see what was written on the board was just amazing, and I didn't have to ask my friends to read the lessons to me anymore. Once the kids found out that I wore glasses, "four eyes" became my nickname, even though I had very limited uses of it.
(Listed in Mish-Mash Series)