Third grade wasn't my greatest year. That thing I had on was a little sundress with a polka-dotted panty-thing built right in. You had to take the entire thing off in the little girls' room.
And those glasses, Lord, they made me the laughing stock of Mrs. Llewellyn's class. The kids just fell all over themselves when I mucked in with those glasses on. I TOLD my mother that the kids would make fun of me, but she gushed, "oh, they're so bee-YOO-tiful!" Sure, they were beautiful when YOU were a kid in the '50s.
I did everything I could do to destroy those glasses, and yet still make it look like an accident. But they were pretty hearty; they lasted through 5th grade, whereupon I graduated to groovy wire frames shaped like stop signs. Peace, man.
Whatcha think? See any resemblance between then and now?
Any glasses that make you look like a little old lady whether you're 10 or 46 years old should be taken out and shot!
Seriously. Use a gun. Because speaking from experience, tossing them across the playground or running over them with your bike isn't going to do the job.