I first heard about Linkin Park in 2001 when I was a kid in sixth grade, in Xavier School, still listening to Backstreet Boys, Westlife, Moffats and other bands. I was this huge kid who spoke with a soft voice, didn’t have too many friends, didn’t excel in school, didn’t participate in sports, was bullied because of my family name and, most of all, was already exposed to things I didn’t understand at the time. When I first heard their song “Crawling” and “Papercut” through classmates, I’d already written the band off as being too rock for me. That was until toward the end of the year when heard their song “In the End.”