A recurring theme that I have observed in the last few class meetings is the idea of agency. I freely admit to craving agency as much as the next person; I'm uncomfortable with the notion that my life - my very existence - is either predetermined or simply out of my hands. I have been raised to take responsibility for my actions, and cannot fathom that such responsibility might never have been mine in the first place. No, I believe that we have agency.

 I'm confused; that's the short version of this post, I think. In class, we discussed the ways in which we might compare the sizes of different infinities - whether one infinity could contain more than another. When the argument is put forth, I feel that I understand it, yet when I try to explain it to myself, I fall short. The Library of Babel contains infinite possibilities, yet there are an untold number of possibilities even greater still? I almost comprehend this, I think, but not quite... I'm confused. Really confused. If the existing possibilities are never-ending, how then can even more possibilities exist? And why would we care?

I have been thinking a lot about the different reactions people voiced in class to the material we have explored thus far. From classmates feeling depressed to confused to happy that their opinions were changing so much, I began to think about mine. I realized that, despite many of the readings criticizing our society’s use of categories, binaries, and stereotypes, I do not necessarily personally dislike a lot of society’s conventions. This got me wondering why, when I am surrounded by many peers who dislike the roles society decides for us on the basis of our sex, I actually find these comforting. In a lot of aspects in our life, we have so much choice. It sometimes takes me a good hour to decide what I am in the mood to eat for dinner, or even which