until one day we got a new student by the name of facundo gonzales, facundo gonzales. administrative meeting. we could kind of hear them talking through the door. what'll we do with this guy? man, you know what i mean. how are we going to change his name, you know? one teacher goes, well, you know what, why don't we try to shorten the name a little bit. and they go, yeah, but how do you spell it? f-a-c-u-n-d-o. why don't we just spell it fac? one of the teacher says, that means his name would be "fac" and the other teacher looked at him and said, "no that sounds too much like a dirty word. you can't be saying, "fac, where's your homework? where's fac at?" you know what i mean. but that was a trip that we always remembered going through elementary school because facundo was the only guy who never got his name changed. in changing your name you lose identity, you lose who you really are, who your parents named you. we became ashamed of ourselves of who we were. you know, like i said i was still bringing burritos but even so i was kind of ashamed, you know, to bring the b