Dallas, Texas
Christian Marciano walks through the front doors of Hector P. Garcia Middle School in south Dallas. As he walks through the front doors, he's greeted with waves and hugs from a number of the students. Christian is a program ambassador for Education Open Doors, a non-profit focused on providing middle and high school students with a roadmap to applying and preparing for college.
"When people see me, all they see is the perfect embodiment of a Quarterback. They see my toned muscles and chiseled jaw and just expect me to be some dumb jock. Yeah, I'm probably the best football player ever, but I'm so much more than that. I'm also the smartest football player on any team I'm on. My mom thought I should have taken the Mensa test when I was 12 but I told her that I didn't need a genius grant because I was going to make billions of dollars playing football, and, well, we know how that turned out."
As he makes his way to the Administrator's office, Christian's face lights up as he notices a boy around the age of 12 walking towards him. "Yooooooo! Miguel! How you doing man?" Marciano says as the boy nears. The two exchange a fist bump and a what appears to be some sort of a secret handshake. "Miguel here is one of our shining stars in EOD. Ever since I showed up this dude has increased his GPA from 1.7 up to 3.1 and hasn't been missing of his classes. Miguel, I gotta go check in with Principal Baldwin here real quick, but I'll catch up with you later alright?" Christian says as he and Miguel share yet another elaborate handshake, this one ending with flying chest bump which knocks Miguel onto to the floor.
Before walking through the doors to Administration, Christian is stopped by a teacher, Mrs. Santos. "Oh what up Mrs. S? Guys, Mrs. S here is our main teacher liaison for EOD at Garcia Middle School. She's been helping me with Miguel. How you doing today Senorita?"
Mrs. Santos has a visibly upset expression on her face. "Not good Christian. I've got some bad news. Miguel was caught cheating on his history test on Monday. When we asked him about it we discovered he's been cheating consistently since he joined EOD, especially since you became so involved. Would you be willing to talk to him? He looks up to you and talks about how he's going to be just like you when he grows up. We think you might be able to convince him to take his schoolwork seriously."
Christian's face drops. "Yeah, Mrs. S, I'll set him straight," he says, with an authority reserved for gameday.
Christian begins walking down the hall with purpose. The schoolchildren who were once greeted with waves and hi-fives are not shoved out of the way and ignored. After a couple of minutes, he finds Miguel talking to a few friends at his locker. "Beat it, nerds," Christian barks at the children, who quickly scurry away. "Miguel, what the hell man? I heard from Mrs. Santos that you've been cheating on your schoolwork. What are you doing, man? You can't get into college by cheating!"
Miguel instantly breaks down into tears. He slowly strings together a few words between sobs. "I.. I'm sorry Christian," he begins. "No! Only my friends call me Christian, and right now you are not my friend," snaps Marciano. "From now on you will call me Mister Mad Dog!" He nearly yells the end of his sentence, following it up with a number of barks and growls.
"I'm sorry Mister Mad Dog," continues Miguel, whose sobbing has turned into full-on crying. "I just... I just really wanted to be like you. You're my idol. I just couldn't keep up with my school work and the three and a half hours of Quarterback drills you taught me. I'm really sorry."
A crowd has started to form around the two.
"You're sorry?" yells Christian at the visibly upset child. "You know what? I'm sorry, too. I'm sorry that I ever thought it was worth my time to try and teach you how to be cool like me. It's obvious now that you were a lost cause. You never could be like me - no one can. I'm the best ever. And if you keep cheating and not taking your school work seriously, you won't have a chance in hell of even being 10% as awesome as me at life. You hear me?!"
By this point, Miguel has fallen to the floor and curled up into a small ball. "Okay," he forces out between his gasps for air and violent sobbing. "Okay Mister Mad Dog, I'll start taking my school work seriously. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."
Christian stands up straight and takes in a deep breath. "Good. You better," he says. He then offers out a hand to Miguel and picks him up the floor. By this point the crowd around the child's locker is a mix of students and faculty, each with a horrified look on their face after seeing a grown man yell and bark at a child.
He wades through the crowd as he heads out of the front doors of the school. As he pushes the doors open, the stern look on his face is replaced with a smile.
"Man, I love giving back to the community like this. I'm probably the best mentor Education Opens Doors has ever had," he says to no one in particular as he makes his way to his car.
Christian Marciano walks through the front doors of Hector P. Garcia Middle School in south Dallas. As he walks through the front doors, he's greeted with waves and hugs from a number of the students. Christian is a program ambassador for Education Open Doors, a non-profit focused on providing middle and high school students with a roadmap to applying and preparing for college.
"When people see me, all they see is the perfect embodiment of a Quarterback. They see my toned muscles and chiseled jaw and just expect me to be some dumb jock. Yeah, I'm probably the best football player ever, but I'm so much more than that. I'm also the smartest football player on any team I'm on. My mom thought I should have taken the Mensa test when I was 12 but I told her that I didn't need a genius grant because I was going to make billions of dollars playing football, and, well, we know how that turned out."
As he makes his way to the Administrator's office, Christian's face lights up as he notices a boy around the age of 12 walking towards him. "Yooooooo! Miguel! How you doing man?" Marciano says as the boy nears. The two exchange a fist bump and a what appears to be some sort of a secret handshake. "Miguel here is one of our shining stars in EOD. Ever since I showed up this dude has increased his GPA from 1.7 up to 3.1 and hasn't been missing of his classes. Miguel, I gotta go check in with Principal Baldwin here real quick, but I'll catch up with you later alright?" Christian says as he and Miguel share yet another elaborate handshake, this one ending with flying chest bump which knocks Miguel onto to the floor.
Before walking through the doors to Administration, Christian is stopped by a teacher, Mrs. Santos. "Oh what up Mrs. S? Guys, Mrs. S here is our main teacher liaison for EOD at Garcia Middle School. She's been helping me with Miguel. How you doing today Senorita?"
Mrs. Santos has a visibly upset expression on her face. "Not good Christian. I've got some bad news. Miguel was caught cheating on his history test on Monday. When we asked him about it we discovered he's been cheating consistently since he joined EOD, especially since you became so involved. Would you be willing to talk to him? He looks up to you and talks about how he's going to be just like you when he grows up. We think you might be able to convince him to take his schoolwork seriously."
Christian's face drops. "Yeah, Mrs. S, I'll set him straight," he says, with an authority reserved for gameday.
Christian begins walking down the hall with purpose. The schoolchildren who were once greeted with waves and hi-fives are not shoved out of the way and ignored. After a couple of minutes, he finds Miguel talking to a few friends at his locker. "Beat it, nerds," Christian barks at the children, who quickly scurry away. "Miguel, what the hell man? I heard from Mrs. Santos that you've been cheating on your schoolwork. What are you doing, man? You can't get into college by cheating!"
Miguel instantly breaks down into tears. He slowly strings together a few words between sobs. "I.. I'm sorry Christian," he begins. "No! Only my friends call me Christian, and right now you are not my friend," snaps Marciano. "From now on you will call me Mister Mad Dog!" He nearly yells the end of his sentence, following it up with a number of barks and growls.
"I'm sorry Mister Mad Dog," continues Miguel, whose sobbing has turned into full-on crying. "I just... I just really wanted to be like you. You're my idol. I just couldn't keep up with my school work and the three and a half hours of Quarterback drills you taught me. I'm really sorry."
A crowd has started to form around the two.
"You're sorry?" yells Christian at the visibly upset child. "You know what? I'm sorry, too. I'm sorry that I ever thought it was worth my time to try and teach you how to be cool like me. It's obvious now that you were a lost cause. You never could be like me - no one can. I'm the best ever. And if you keep cheating and not taking your school work seriously, you won't have a chance in hell of even being 10% as awesome as me at life. You hear me?!"
By this point, Miguel has fallen to the floor and curled up into a small ball. "Okay," he forces out between his gasps for air and violent sobbing. "Okay Mister Mad Dog, I'll start taking my school work seriously. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."
Christian stands up straight and takes in a deep breath. "Good. You better," he says. He then offers out a hand to Miguel and picks him up the floor. By this point the crowd around the child's locker is a mix of students and faculty, each with a horrified look on their face after seeing a grown man yell and bark at a child.
He wades through the crowd as he heads out of the front doors of the school. As he pushes the doors open, the stern look on his face is replaced with a smile.
"Man, I love giving back to the community like this. I'm probably the best mentor Education Opens Doors has ever had," he says to no one in particular as he makes his way to his car.
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