I’m sure with the first blog I made, people have jumped to many conclusions and stereotypes about me: I’m a rough person to get along with, I’m aggressive, I’m a very angry person, yada, yada, yada. But why not let the man himself touch upon this subject? Let’s go!
My name is Francisco Antonio Torres(Yeah, very Mexican name, I know). But I don’t like to be called by my name. Why? Because I was named after my father. I have nothing against my father at all. I love the man, but I just wish he gave me a name that was a little more original. I just see naming a kid after yourself as laziness to be honest. So that’s why Frankie is my go to name. So please, just call me Frankie and act like my real name doesn’t exist, okay?
Going back to my roots, I’m a Mexican American born and raised in Chicago, Illinois. Little Village to be more precise. I often find myself revisiting Little Village from time to time for nostalgic reasons. I cannot stress how much I love Little Village with all my heart. I’m always happy whenever I visit my old house and neighborhood. I even like to walk around to see if the places I used to see as a kid are still there. For the most part, they are! I just can’t get away from it because I love the place so much and I can’t help but remember the good times. I just wish the good times would have lasted a little longer.
I attended John Spry Elementary School from Kindergarten up until 6th grade. I won’t lie, this wasn’t the best school I’ve ever attended, but I managed to make the best of it. My first couple of years here were not the best. The teachers here saw me as a degenerate lazy child who was never focused on his school work. I would always be lazy and finish my work later than all the other students. I remember this one specific teacher that got so happy because I was finally on top of my work as if she had no hope for me to begin with. I also remember my third grade teacher that would always give me detention for not doing my homework. Did I go? Heck no! I’m not going to serve hours of quiet time as a form of punishment in order to discipline me. Quite frankly, I didn’t need discipline. I needed inspiration. School work was boring to me and I didn’t see the purpose in it. You really think punishing me was going to help? Also, let me tell you something. I proved that school work was in my back pocket. How? I got student of the month all my years at Spry(K-6th). Student of the month is when a student gets recognition for getting A’s and B’s. See? I could do it! But I saw no point it because school bored me. But that’s all changed. I wish I could shove it in all those teachers faces that never believed in me. But that’s not in my nature. If there’s one teacher who I wish could read this, it would be Mrs.Smith. She was the only teacher I actually loved from Spry. Yeah, she was a hard ball, but it was tough love. Big difference from the denigration the other teachers gave me. Thanks for everything, Mrs.Smith!
Keep in mind, I didn’t edit that picture of my family. My little sister did. Anyway, this was a picture of my family and I celebrating me and my sister’s birthday. Now, I’m can’t say I’m really a family man, but this picture has a lot of meaning to me. Well, look at it. They’re throwing the horns up for and with me. Even my niece is! This is honestly one of the coolest things they have ever done for me and well I don’t show much appreciation for them and I just hope they know that I wouldn’t be half the person I was without them. I love them to death and will do anything I can for them, starting with making them proud by being the third college graduate.
I know the first picture of myself may get many different comments of who I am as a person. But let’s just say for the record that yeah, I do seem a little weird and quiet because of my personal interests and the way I communicate with others. I see myself as the loud thinker. What do I mean by that? I don’t really like talking in person. I think my friends both in High School and College can see that I’m not a very talkative individual. Sure, I may raise my hand in class and give a deep articulate answer, but I can’t host a conversation with individuals for some reason. Like, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I don’t know how. Usually when a person replies with “yeah” or “ohhh” I feel like I give them this vibe that I’m a boring person who can’t speak about other things besides my personal interests. I feel like an alien. I don’t know how to talk about anything that isn’t Metal or Hip Hop. I just feel like it’s a very interesting topic, but not a lot of people are interested in hearing why I love the two so much. That’s why for the most part, I just stay alone and avoid contact with people even if they are my friends. I like being alone. I like going on walks by myself and talking to myself regardless if people think I’m crazy in doing so. I like discovering things and most of all I like to discover me because there’s a lot of things I still don’t know about myself. My only wish was for people to understand why I am the way I am. I’m not anti-social. I just feel very cynical upon talking to others because I bore others. That’s why I don’t attend many school events like parties and stuff because I’m not a party person. Even if I do go, I’m the awkward kid in the corner who does nothing but drink soda and wish he was at home doing stuff he likes like watching Quentin Tarantino movies and playing his bass. So for all of you who talk to me, I love you all. I just hope you understand why I am the way I am. Thanks for reading. I can’t wait to post my next blog. Until then, I’m Frankie, stay metal, everyone.