Here I am sitting in an office chair in the confines of an Edison State Community College classroom. Black NEC computer monitors linked to a row of black IBM computers are lined and mounted on the multitudes of particle board desks against the flat, white drywall of a typical Edison classroom. In the background is a large man. He is about 6 foot 4, he weighs approximately 230 – 240 pounds. He is sporting a horribly groomed beard of auburn tint and his hair is in a frizz with matching color. We wears stylish, coffee shop style, black rimmed glasses, and he parades around in his latest GQ magazine clothing preaching the Gospels of fine writing. His name is Stephen Quincy Marlowe. He is 32 years old, with degrees from the University of Iowa, Toledo, and Arizona. He is a practicing writer, lawyer, and community college professor. And he has made a dramatic impact on my life since the course of my junior year of high school. I present to you in the next couple of blogs a group of teachers who have had a significant contribution to my character and development as a human being. I start with Mr. Stephen Quincy Marlowe Esquire, jack of all trades, greatest teacher of one, life.
He may teach Composition 121, 122, 123, and a slew of law classes between the Edison campuses of Darke and Miami County, but my interaction with him benefited in the lessons of life, not of Robespierre, Jefferson, and Hawthorne. Marlowe should me in our converations that I could be whatever I wanted to be. I had always known this before in my life, but just took it as a common cliche of American society. He told me that there is no reason why I could not make the grades of my peers, and why I could not be the best, academically, or at least in work effort within my class. His words were elequent, and fiery, and inspiring, and I took them to heart. From that moment on my GPA has been much better, and my lackluster effort has now transcribed into a much more dedicated effort.
Marlowe also fired me up to defend social issues I believe in, and how to support them. More times than not I did not agree with Marlowe on many social issues, but it was the quality of the conversation that strengthened me as an individual. I was able to attack things analytically, critically and with surgeon like percision. This ability has stuck with me throughout the past two years at a highly successful rate, and I suspect that it will in years to come. Through these debates and these discussions on people, college, and society we became friends. Something absolutely essential to being a great teacher, is having a great relationship with each of your students. My friendship with Mr. Marlowe probably has a great deal to do with why I respect his brilliance so much and his impact on my life.
The care he puts into each student is the key to what makes him such a great teacher. He teaches more than the subject, he teaches to the human being. A man more concerned about the student in his class, than the contents of his syllabus. His jokes may be bad, his stories hilarious, and his dress dry as toast, but his personality and his effort are vibrant and tremendous. He brings all of his guns to a shootout, and leaves nothing behind. He works hard, and loves hard too. It’s all of this that makes him man, myth, and legend, and one of a handful of teachers that have had the most significant, positive impact on my life.
Thank you SQM. 🙂