I am not sure what to respond to anymore. Usually people have nicknames, but I have a library of them big enough to fill the smithsonian. I can remember being a very confused three year old at all of my Mom's family get-togethers. My aunts would see me and say, "Ay, mi Pablito!". After this I would usually ask my Mom what a "Pablito" is. It means, little Paul. They still call me this even though I am 18. Then in sixth grade my friends would call me, "Reymundo", my middle name. I didn't mind that because Rocket Power was cool back then. Then in high school I have had terms of endearment such as, "Weller", "P-Unit", "Ray", "Pauly", Pauly Shore", Paul Giomatti", "Pabs" "Walrus"(huh?), "Bonesaw"(ehh?), and most notoriously, "Paul Wall". I often hear this name as I walk through the halls and into class rooms. I don't really care what people call me, all I know is that I am not bald and don't have any grillz. But I do "sit sideways" once in a while. And Ms. Orlowski... my name is not "Pablo".
