Flying Lenses

As I was walking along to breakfast this morning, I felt my left eye go bouncing off in front of me.

Well, it happened to be my glasses lens (thanks to all the powers that it was plastic). It went airborne and hockey-pucked across the sidewalk in front of me.

I thought I'd lost my screw that holds the lens in, figured I would never find it. Too damn small. So I went back to the dorm I'd just left the minute before, dug out the eyeglass repair kit from my stuff, found that the screw was merely loose and not out of the glasses.

Two twists of the skinny little screwdriver from the kit and the lens was secured back into the glasses, never to fly again. Ta-dah.

But it took me ten minutes to do all this because I couldn't really SEE the problem, and by the time I got OUT of the dorm for the second time this morning I was down to about five minutes to inhale my breakfast (instead of fifteen to actually taste it) and skedaddle to class.

Arthur Dent had trouble with Thursdays. I'm setting the record for issues with Monday.

So, I'm sitting in class. Today was presentation day. Those who'd made it into the top ten of the class had their stories talked about by the teacher.

I was in the top ten but merely suspected that I would be 8 or 9 or even 10...but I wound up being Number ONE.

I was shocked. ME? NUMBER ONE?

I got a nice book for being number one and I had my story read aloud to the entire class. I had to try not to gloat. That was difficult.

I also received an A on my apparently brilliant story. Hee hee. An A. Haven't seen one of those in a while.

Well, I have to get back to getting ready for the next class, so I'll write more later if anything happens.

Ta,
Bec