There’s always one teacher, isn’t there? There is always one teacher you remember, the one who saw something in you that no one else saw.
For Jay-Z, rap mogul, that one teacher was Renee Rosenblum-Lowden. She remembers him very well as Shawn Carter, the poor kid from the projects with an extraordinary talent for reading.
”As the rapper tells it, in grade school, he found something of an escape in language. He’s mentioned this in interviews throughout his career, most recently telling David Letterman, “I had a sixth-grade teacher. Her name was Ms. Lowden, and I just loved the class so much. Like reading the dictionary, and my love of words — I just connected with her.”
“That teacher’s name is Renee Rosenblum-Lowden, and she remembers Jay-Z as well, though she still refers to him as Shawn.
“Rosenblum-Lowden, 77, now lives in Columbia, Md., but in 1980, she taught sixth grade at Brooklyn’s I.S. 318. Carter, a shy and avid reader, was one of her standout students.
“The thing I remember about Shawn is he took the reading test and he scored 12th grade in the sixth grade,” Rosenblum-Lowden told The Washington Post in a phone interview. “And I remember telling him — because I really feel it’s important to tell kids they’re smart — I said, ‘You’re smart, you better do well.’ And he listened….
“She said she’s equally proud of her students who found success in other careers, but there’s a certain sense of pride that comes with having affected a young Jay-Z — particularly when he uses his national profile to advocate for better teacher wages, as he did in the Letterman interview.
“One thing that I feel uncomfortable with is all the credit he gives me. I don’t think I’m deserving of all that credit. He was super bright,” she said. Still, “it makes me feel great that I had a part, or that he feels I had a part, in his love for words.”
Teachers make a difference. Sometimes it takes years to know the difference. The student who never forgets you. The one who credits you with changing his or her life.
I’m trying to imagine students of the future looking back on their school days and praising their computers. “That computer recognized my innate abilities, encouraged my love of words and was so proud of me.” HA!
GOOD ONE. The unknown creator of the artificial intelligence system made all the difference in my life, so did the software engineers who personalized all of my screen based experiences, including those decisions based on the mobile tracking of my social life.
Hollywood can redo the classic ‘Goodbye, Mr. Chips,’ the story of a beloved teacher. It can be renamed, “Goodbye, Mr. Robot.”
Hah ha
Or maybe “Goodbye, Mr Microchips!”
I was inspired so much by one particular computer in grade school that i decided to become a computer when I grew up.
Wish I hadnt. Nothing but repetitive IFs, ANDs and ORs day after day.
I was privileged to attend a wonderful school in my hometown that was a boarding school left over from the days before public education was properly funded in Tennessee. Kids came from all over, and the class of 73 had its 45th last weekend. One story that someone told had to,do with a person who was extremely influential in my becoming a teacher. He had this way of explaining how one aspect of history led logically to another. It was such a new concept to me, to think that the piling up of events and attitudes led logically to dramatic conclusions, just like characters in a tragedy produce the action and the inevitable catharsis that make real dramas.
Meanwhile, one of my classmates was more impressed by the fact that he was proficient at the pinball machine. How could a person so important to me be so trivialized by others? This goes to point out that the relationship that defines teaching and learning is complex, way too complex to reduce to statistics and analysis. There are many roads for a man to walk down in life. Some lead to a place that is good to go. Others lead to paths that terminate at fences and walls. Through this life we walk. All will live better if we all are allowed to walk.
Wonderful story! I watched his interview with David Letterman.
Wonderful story! I, too, was blessed with some outstanding teachers who steered my life–Mr. Schmidt and Mr. McCormack in high school– but it was Mrs. Jones, my 5th grade teacher, who was there when I got off the boat from Holland in Hoboken New Jersey. She taught me to speak English and how to be an American! I will never forget her.
Miriam: My favorite teacher was Mr. Bennett Shacklette. He was my band teacher at Borah High School in Boise. He recognized that I had abilities as a clarinetist. He picked out a clarinet solo and gave me lessons after school. I played it as a soloist with band accompaniment. I majored in music education and after college played in a number of amateur orchestras in the south Chicagoland suburban area. I’m still playing in a nearby community band.
My family was extremely poor and my mother gave Mr. Shacklette produce from our one acre garden in payment. We didn’t have money to pay for lessons.