Personal Narrative: The Rotaract Play Schedule

The day was hectic, and I was looking forward to meeting the team of organizers after the end of classes to finalize the play schedule. One of the organizers called me the day before and said that there was a change of street play schedule, and the chances are high that we might not get to do the play this year. I was angry; The first thing that came to my mind was my team, which consisted mostly of friends I knew from freshmen year of college who would get disappointed. All the hours of practice would go to waste. There was no next year for most of us since we were graduating, and would not be part of Rotaract anymore.
By the time I reached the auditorium, I could hear loud voices, as if a group of people was arguing or worse, fighting.
I was right, it was our street play team clashing with a group of fresh Rotaract recruits. I heard a friend shout " Naga the new recruits have our time slot, and our team was asked to quit." I was about to talk to the other team coordinator in the hope of negotiation, and just then I heard someone call my name. I could not identify the person but, he shouted “Hey Naga, can’t you just see? We are the best. Oh yes, I am sorry you cannot, I could make that out from the size of your glasses, maybe you should go for a checkup, looks like it has doubled.” He was laughing at his own snide comment. The others jeered along with him. My teammates dragged me out of the place before I could successfully punch the guy in the face, and get suspended from college.
I have been using spectacles since the age of nine, and I always hated them, but I could not live without them. My eyesight had been terrible since the age of five, but I could not make out the difference until I ended up at an eye clinic while going through routine Migraine checkups. I dreaded visiting Ophthalmologists, and I just could not bear to hear them say, “Naga, your eye sight has slightly decreased you need to get a new pair of glasses,” time and again. I