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Despite scrolling through every post, each one heavily embedded with the theme of misery and repetitiveness, I have found that my week has managed to remain fairly positive.
Yes we are in a lockdown, and yes it is boring: online lesson are laughably tedious  and the sky appears to be cruelly withholding the sun.
But why should that mean that we are destined to be unhappy?
A bit of rain shouldn't mean we are unable to enjoy our  much-anticipated daily walks...a pandemic shouldn't mean that our only source of comfort is a preposterously early lunch (soon to become earlier)...
Although I myself am guilty of continually sinking into the Covid-induced depths of despair, in which I am convinced that life will never change- and we will remain in this normalised groundhog day way of living, I am forced to remind myself that just because we are stuck at home, it does not not mean this time is 'wasted'.
I am not suggesting that we immediately jump for joy at this compulsory isolation. There is no need to take up a new instrument or become fluent in Swedish; I would not suggest for a second that we now have unlimited potential and possibilities. But perhaps if we relax into this admittedly unusual, but nonetheless temporary lifestyle, it will be harder to detest. Perhaps we may even find ourselves beginning to adjust.
And now I am at risk of echoing a motivational speaker, so I will leave this with my song...

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Although only five days have passed, I appear to have forgotten most of the week’s events. I could provide a brief account of this morning’s lessons, but any further in the past is simply a distant memory. The days were a mush of gloomy skies and damp pavements. The moment I stepped outside, I faced the urge to immediately return indoors.

However, the disheartening weather provided ample opportunities for tea drinking and Criminal Minds watching, without the constant nagging of teachers and parents to “enjoy the lovely weather”.

I have also listened to an absurd amount of Taylor Swift this past week. I will have to advise you to find one of her songs and listen to it (any will do, they’re all amazing). This is purely due to the fact that I’m not able to pick just one.

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The Quantity Theory of Money and Price Stability

Several monetary tools have been developed in order to achieve price stability and so minimize the varying affects of price stability can have on economic activity. The three main tools being the discount rate , the reserve requirement , and open market operations. I am of the belief we can split the policies into two categories. Reserve requirements and open market operations are designed to increase the quantity of money (through the text I will make references to Fisher’s equation PT=MV) and hence the general price level. Firstly, addressing the reserve requirement which the lowering of such increases the percentage of a deposit a bank can loan out. This goes on the create the phenomena of the money multiplier. The equation being 1/reserve requirement. By increasing cash in circulation as oppose to idle cash, the M increases which should have an inflationary pressure on P. Open market  operations (OMO) is such that when a Central Bank starts round of buying up commercial bank and private sector bonds, there is greater volumes of money to loan out and invest, again increasing M and hence P and essentially creating money that did not exist prior. These two are the first category (the key characteristic being reducing idle cash and creating liquidity). However, these tools would not be effective without creating demand in money markets by reducing the cost of borrowing and reducing the reward for saving. This is where the discount rate and the idea of liquidity preference come into play. If banks were to decrease reserve requirements banks would be able to loan out greater quantities of money , however this would be to no avail if the current rate of interest were to remain constant. So I would argue the manipulating of the general rate of interest through the discount rate does then increase M and hence P but it also attempts to increase T and V. It does this by altering the liquidity preference of economic actors. Namely consumers, firms , and governments and the ratio of debt:savings:investment:on hand cash they prefer to maintain. Assuming economic actors accord liquidity preference to relative benefits and costs, lower interest rates will increase T and V as liquidity preference alters as economic actors prefer to take on more debt and reduce the rate of savings. -Starting extract to a longer essay that I completed this week.

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Charlotte's week :
I got cats relatively recently and I’m still getting used to their new habits. This week they’ve taken to running in and out of my room, chasing each other whilst I’m trying to do schoolwork. This is then followed by them sitting at my window, scraping at the glass trying to get outside even though the window is about 3m of the floor. I have discovered meowing, whilst it can be somewhat cute, is the world’s most annoying sound, especially when there is nothing you can do to stop it. I also feel that the meowing expresses my boredom whilst stuck at home as it is slowly driving me insane, just like my cats are. This noise is the one that sums up my week the most as it is the noise I have heard most frequently and is a sound I wish would just go away. I know this isn’t a song but nothing really sums up my week better than this.

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Sound Effect -10 CATS MEOWING Make your Cat or Dog Go Crazy

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Thirty-six hours and five minutes, and I’m still not used to it. Each morning I drag myself from my bed, desperate to kill the thing that has interrupted my dream about being anywhere but here. Yet, no matter how hard I slam my index finger against the snooze button, the torturous noise just won’t stop. Only when I’ve successfully managed to wake the rest of my house hold with my irritated grunts, does the song end.

Everyday it’s the same thing. Get up, brush teeth, and act surprised when I see my sleep deprived face staring back at me. After I’ve used up all of my energy brushing my teeth, I trudge my way back into my room, which hasn’t been touched by sunlight in the past twenty or so days. Okay, what’s next on my glorious morning routine? Oh right, mentally prepare myself for seven and a half hours of staring at a screen. Fantastic! I couldn’t think of a better way to spend every single morning.

Fast forward eight hours, I’m done and I can finally do whatever I want! Oh wait, I can’t because there is a deadly pandemic waiting for me outside. Well, if I can’t go outside then I’ll find something to do at home (where I’ve already spent sixteen hours of my day).

So that’s what my lockdown is like. It might be the same thing every day, but it has taught me to appreciate the little things in life. For example, now I look forward to going shopping with my mum, and I’m always the one who volunteers to throw the recycling out (most of the time).

I’m thirty words from being able to “do whatever I want”, and I don’t now what to write. How do you describe a day in which nothing happens? Wow, I actually managed to write even more than 300 words.
(Might as well add a happy song that contrasts my mood)

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"CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON'' Kool &The Gang

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With all the days for the past however many months entangling together like a particularly rancid bowl of spaghetti, it’s been hard to distinguish between this week and the last. To put it simply, I’m no longer certain what day of the week is and I’m not sure I want to know. It’s cold outside and there’s an endless rainstorm of bad news you cannot escape wherever you attempt to hide. And I’m bored. Bored of school, bored of hearing the painter who’s been hear all week starting his work before I’m fully awake and bored because I can’t find any new music to dance around my room to (so this song is the best you’re gonna get).

It’s not to say I don’t have stuff to do. No, the school is actively ensuring that there’s not an hour of the day that Microsoft Teams doesn’t give me a whiny ding to inform me I have yet another test due. And actually, TV isn’t lacking either. I’m just too lazy to start a new series so I’m stuck in a loop where I alternate between Doctor Who and RuPaul’s Drag Race (season 11 of course), and luckily TikTok is still diligently offering up a steady stream of cat videos for me to hungrily consume.

Anyway, I’m not gonna lie to you, I’m now bored of writing this piece (and the song itself which I’ve been listening to on repeat for inspiration). The daleks are calling me, what can I say?

I’m bored, and I won’t bore you with having to read any more.

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before I start, just saying I had never heard this song before but it think the name kind of fits the brief.
So, being in lockdown 3.0, every day seems to be an exact replica of the one before. I wake up, get my laptop, and sit in from of a screen for about eight hours, have a 3 hour period where I don't even know what I am doing, then eventually drag myself out at about 9 in the evening to go on my daily walk.
I only just listened to the song and the line I heard (besides the continuous "everyday is exactly the same") was "what else can I do" and I think that accurately describes my thoughts when I'm not working. To be honest, there really isn't anything else I can do. I'd normally go and see some friends or go to a non-essential shop. Gosh! Imagine being able to go and sit in a cafe. I miss that.
It's especially at the weekend that I find myself staring aimlessly at my wall for hours at a time- it is a pretty good way to pass the time, very productive.
My weekdays used to be pretty similar but then my weekends were all different. Before the global pandemic, I used to go out with my friends (shbdweycfngrwuye I just realised I already said that- I told you my brain hurts).

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For about two years now, I have been tired. And this week has been a never ending spiral of tiredness and lack of sleep. This is of course completely my fault. I spend far to much time reading books and watching Extreme Cake Makers until I pass out, instead of allowing my brain to finally be rested.

Every day this week I have woken up, with minutes to spare before my lesson begins, and I'm immediatley filled with regret for staying up so late. I then quickly get dressed and ready for my lessons, and I begin working.

At lunch I realise my room is covered in a thin layer of filth, and I am suddenly motivated to tidy it. I pick up all my clothes then put them away. I put away any books I've read. Then I sit back down in time for my next lesson.

However, by the time three thirty comes around, my room seems to have disintergrated into a mess again. I then venture downstairs to find more black coffee.

When I arrive downstairs, I find that my sister has eaten the one sacred piece of food that I have been saving since the day before. I scowl at her and glare out of the corner of my eye whilst I wait for the kettle to boil.

After I've finished my coffee I decide to journey outside. I grab my mask, my headphones and my phone. I then plug this song into my phone and remember how absolutely mad the beatles were. This song reassures me for some bizarre reason.

After my walk I come home then go about my evening. I eat food, then stay awake reading, or watching TV.

Then this entire cycle starts again.

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I don't know how but for the most part I've been able to get through the last couple of weeks quite successfully. I say that because last lockdown I was extremely lazy and ended up being quite behind on everything. I'm sort of proud of myself for putting in the effort this time around although I can't say it's been too easy. As we get nearer to the half term I can't help but feel like relaxing and every Friday has ended me with taking a long nap after the day's work. On top of doing extra revision to ensure I get the best grades for sixth form I end up cutting out the things I enjoy like calling friends and playing videogames, also don't even get me started on needing to deal with my baby sister's constant need for comfort and pampering.

It's not all bad though, when I do get the chance to waste precious hours on gaming it's always the highlight of my week. There's nothing like stabbing, crushing and throwing strangers via the medium of fighting games. Besides beating and bludgeoning unsuspecting souls fighting games have been a source of thrilling music that keep my spirits high ad my head headbangi- I mean focused during these times. One of my favourite pieces that I can't stop playing over and over is a tune from a game called Blazblue that embodies what the kids these days call "hype". It's kept me that little bit more entertained during the free science lessons videos.

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Theos week
Some idiot in South East London doesn’t know how to use their indicators so they almost ran me over and I got annoyed at them so I almost died then. I also confronted a drunk lad in the street that wacked someone’s wing mirror and he could’ve brutally murdered me so I almost died then.

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My week he’s been defined by a song - an old baroque song in a sort of loose-definition-of-a-song sort of way - that I have played so many times on my flute, that it has deeply affected my state of being and had a profound effect on my week. I honestly think if I have to hear this baroque piece one more time I may explode so I am going to attach it without pressing play.
I feel that the three note time signature whilst I have been humming the tune has become part of my walk, as I have found myself awkwardly swaying in sync with the tune. I wouldn’t be surprised if my heart beat also went in sync at some point, to 68 beats per minute.
In fact, having braved listening to the link posted in seek of writing inspiration, I find my self jigging my right leg to the tune at this moment.
Whilst I’m almost certain this is fewer than three-hundred words, sometimes life’s interrupted by more important matters. Have a nice week, Sir. Don’t die.

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C. P. E. Bach Solo Sonata for Flute in A Minor - 3rd Movement 'Allegro'

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I strongly/weakly believe that this song sums up my past week (and the 46 weeks before that, for that matter). This song is extremely uplifting, and always manages to get me up on my feet for a little jig (is that the right word?). Any-whom, I’d like to mention the spicy blend of emotions that I feel while listening to the song, including a touch of melancholia. Finally, I’m writing this sentence in the desperate hope that I have miraculously reached 300 words, however I realise I have not.
https://youtu.be/2ih3kVkk5_Q
Oops, I thought this song was about studying but turns out it’s about war - that’s fun.

P.S. I don’t know if I copied that correctly :)

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My week has been like every other week recently: long, drawn out and ifinitely dull. Everytime i go to bed it seems only 10 minutes later my irritating apple alarm goes off, the sound effect not quite vigorous to properly wake you up but equally infuriating that you cant sleep through it. I get up and half heartedly log onto teams to join the lesson of my phsycho of a chemistry teacher ( who will remain unamed.) She is seemingly outraged that no one in our class is able to recite the chemical formula for caryophyellene oxide or some other irrelevant substance, despite the fact many people havent had proper science teachers since year 8. I attempt to drone her out and reluctantly work my way through the tedious lessons whilst my 30 pound argos computer gets more shit with ever lesson i attend. Lunch at last comes, a small glimspe of bliss, a moment of brief sunlight in this otherwise gloomy day. The lessons seem to get even longer as the afternoon but then finally at 3:25 we are free! Oh no wait, we're not because its pissing with rain outside just as it has been for the past couple of weeks. I am faced with the ultinateum of going out side and seeing a mate for an hour or so and , whilst getting very wet, ultimately preserving any sanity remaining or i could stay inside and wait for the inevitable fight to break out between me and my equally grouchy siblings. I normally choose to face the mud and rain and cold and wind. When i return home, my parents try guilt trip me into revising, even though we dont even have any gcses or maybe we will but no one really seems to know as the twats up in parliment have little consideration on how this lockdown is effecting teenagers mental health. They could at least give us a bit of clarity on what will happen, instead of spending their time discussing what priveledged a holes they are and attempting to draw attention away from how badly they have effed pretty much everything. But apparently not :)
Though i have just spent this entire piece complaining, i guess its not all bad... i can cook my own food for lunch and if my chemistry teacher annoys me too much then i always have the opption of muting her, putting on a good record and do the work without having to actually listen to her intensely patronising voice. This is a good example of things i wouldnt be able to do while in kingsdale. So i guess there are silver linings
p.s. i love the beatles and its not that this song is bad, it just sums up the mood

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It might be all sunshine and rainbows right now, but don’t kid yourself into thinking this wasn’t anything but a miserable pisser of a week: rain every day, a bleak muddy inevitability about London in general. And most of you know my temperament. I’m typically able to infuse a rose-tinted glow into any aesthetic—someone who can enjoy the beauty of high-wattage service station toilet lights or appreciate the value of broken bottles and pools of urine in a dirty corridor. But this week I’ve found little to like.

I know why I feel this way, of course. My son has been home from nursery and isolating, which has been a struggle given I also have to teach a full timetable. Yes, I enjoy his company. However, having him pull my laptop off the table is frustrating, just as discovering he’s pouring water on an electrical heater while I’m responding to student comments is frightening. And having kept this up all week, my diligent approach to simultaneously teaching useful lessons at the same time as keeping him from dying, well, it’s led to a marrow-deep fatigue and the sort of existential despair that can strip away a person’s ability to find joy in things like puddles and clouds.

Such is the circle life. The son feasts on the body and soul of the father. (I should leave a stipulation in my will that I want him to eat me when I’m dead. That’ll show him.)

Anyway, the opening song from My Disco’s 2006 album Cancer is, I feel, a fair representation of my week’s industrialised bone-grinding. It’s been relentless. A blood spatter on a wall. A circular saw to the frontal lobe. But hey, it’s at an end now. And just like this song, if you bash your way through to the conclusion, it’s also like a catharsis.

Week done.