To lend or not to lend?

By November 23, 2015 Articles, Education, Writing No Comments

After reading a bit of a debate on Twitter about lending equipment – particularly a pen, including the voice of my ITL colleague @davewhitaker246 I felt moved to share my thoughts about whether to lend equipment to children.

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You see, I’ve worked where the; ‘don’t lend them equipment’ mantra pervaded – even in an exam when it cost the department as much as the child! I’ve always been more of a WHCreasy is open type, so don’t get the alternative and have tried to explain why I have this view here.

So, with apologies to the great man (and not insignificant trepidation):

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To lend, or not to lend: that appears to be the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous comments,
Or to take keyboard against a sea of Twitter writers,
And by opposing end the equipment nonsense! To lend is to save;
No more they say, but we save, we say, we end
Their heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That their flesh is heir to, ’tis a communication
Most devoutly wish’d by many. To lend, to share;
To share: perchance to dream: aye, there’s the rub;
For in that sharing of pens, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: that through mutual respect
There can be a certainty a long life;
For who could bear the whips and scorns of others,
Oppressor’s ignoring them, proud men condemning them,
The pangs of despised love, shielded by the law’s delay,
Insolence from high officers, then being spurned by others.
What patient merit the ‘unworthy’ undertake,
When they themselves might some disquiet make
With a swear word, or worse?
They grunt and sweat under a such weary life,
But dream of something better,
Theirs is an undiscover’d country many ignore,
That some travellers refuse to help, puzzles my will,
And makes me, rather than bear ill will to them without
Want to help them become what they dream of?
Countenance can make cowards of us all,
And so, such a naive hue of resolution
Is a sick, simple, pale cast of thought,
And just an enterprise lacking pity and understanding
Without due regard to their currents, we turn them awry
And lose our future, in the name of ‘action’.

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