Tasha Dhanraj finds balance in the universe

Call me four-eyes. I am now a certified speccy. I have just been diagnosed as long sighted. I guess if you can have any kind of eye impediment then being long sighted is the best one. I am so good at seeing things far away that my eyes have decided that looking at things close to me is too easy. Therefore, they no longer bother.

I mentioned last week that I had my mocks. The thing I found most tiresome about them was that after 15 minutes during each exam I would get a killer headache that would last for the duration of it, and this would also happen with revising. I put this down to stress, but it turns out it was because my eyes are a bit broken.

My optician said that the only reason I had any problem at all was because I had been studying so much, which I have taken to mean that the International Baccalaureate has made me long sighted. This gives me further reason to hate it.

“It isn’t fair that some people have imperfections, while I am simply awesome and perfect in every way”

I now have to wear glasses for reading and using the computer. I don’t mind. It gives me an excuse to not wear eyeliner and mascara so often as there’s no point in covering my eyes in make-up when they are behind a shield of glass. I was quite tempted to get a pair of those thick-framed glasses that irritating hipsters seem to wear in an attempt to be cool. I would wear them, but with actual eye-adjusting lenses inside – reclaiming the thick rims for nerds everywhere!

I think they make me look more sophisticated. I think I need to look intelligent. I already believe everyone in my class thinks that I am stupid…

I’m not going to tell anyone at college about it, and then one day just turn up wearing glasses. A bit like when you get a new haircut and you hope everyone notices, except this time, if someone asks me when I got glasses I will just look puzzled and tell them I always wore glasses.

I think me needing glasses is the universe implementing justice. It isn’t fair that some people wander around with imperfections, while I am simply awesome and perfect in every way. I needed to have some kind of flaw to make up for how amazing I am.